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DFC 13: My Strange DaughterMy strange young daughter is a crab.DFC 13: My Strange Daughter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She dresses down in black and drab
attire so that all may see
she keeps her own self company.
I thought I understood her well.
When she was small she'd run to tell
if something caused distress or glee;
she keeps her own self company.
I've sheltered her from everything,
kept boys at bay, not let her sing
too loud for fear she'd go off-key
and now she keeps her company.
She holds emotions to herself
as though her heart were on the shelf
within a box, and all agree
she keeps her own self company.
I find myself antagonized.
She doesn't seem to realize
all that I've done, just drearily
she ke
Our Last DaysI wasn't so naiveOur Last Days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as to believe
you would be with me
forever.
(I guess,
in that respect anyway,
I've grown up a little).
Predetermined knowledge,
however, only makes the pain
all the more a tangible reality,
for some part of me
had deeply hoped
that our travels would
be ceaseless,
unending adventure;
you, playing music
for me to sing along,
and me, showing you
all the affection I am capable of.
In the end,
you protected me better
than my own family.
It's quaintly romantic to think
you gave your life for mine;
your sacrifice will not go
unremembered, old friend,
no matter who I ride with next.
DFC 17: Love AutopsyFoolish girl, do you not knowDFC 17: Love Autopsy3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that the way to a man's heart
is neither wit nor charm, but
point-blank through his chest?
DFC 4: To Cast A SpellYou were never really mine to love.DFC 4: To Cast A Spell3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You smile at me with empty eyes;
For better or for worse, I am victorious.
The love spell that I cast could never
Be the work of any sorceress.
You were never really mine to love
But the poison that I spread
Reached even your heart, now
You smile at me with empty eyes.
They call me a witch behind your back;
They say I've changed you
For better or for worse. I am victorious.
In Excelsis DeoShe folds crimsonIn Excelsis Deo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
origami flowers nowadays
and tries not to think about
when she was queen.
She never makes noise anymore
when she sneaks out
to look at the moon.
"I was in the hedge maze,"
she tells her friends,
"but I think I lost my way."
Their eyes fill with
the sincerest of concern
as they pat her hands
by means of an apology;
and she is gracious,
as shown in liquid smiles
that have the tendency
to deliquesce
as soon as the spring
rains come.
DFC 12: DementedIf you are reading thisDFC 12: Demented3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am most likely dead
and every inch of me
has vanished from your life
(I promise) thoroughly.
If you are reading this
you will find bitter words
denoting how you shut
me out or let me in
at your convenience, but
if you are reading this
and take away one thing
let it be that I still
loved you with my last breath
and know I always will.
If you are reading this
demented woman's rant
I must apologize;
the poor girl's gone quite mad.
Please disregard. Good-bye.
Sain x Lucius Support: FE clubSain and LuciusSain x Lucius Support: FE club3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A tragic tale of unrequited love in three parts
C Support
Sain: Ahhh….ahh!
Lucius: …hello.
Sain: There is no question at all. You are indeed the fairest lady of our camp!
Lucius: …
Sain: Oh, be still my heart! I see you blush with humble modesty. Exquisite!
Lucius: Sir Knight, I…
Sain: Sain! How impetuous and rude of me not to introduce myself!
Lucius: …Sir Sain, I'm afraid you are in error.
Sain: Nonsense! There can be no mistake in such peerless loveliness! And so I am off to gallantly defend you, sweet maiden, from whatever foe dares cross our path today! Yah!
Lucius: Oh goodness&
The BrushI fell in loveThe Brush2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the pause
between your words
where I could almost hear you
lick your lips
in anticipation.
Don't tempt me
with an evil spirit
for knowing how I covet
the taste of wickedness,
acrid like the
wood-chip smell of autumn
and just as apt
to cloud my skyward eyes.
I reached for you despite,
and my outstretched fingers
only caught the air.
Rationem MaliI do not see the evil that they see.Rationem Mali2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darkened thoughts have never manifested
on my soul or any place within me.
Never in my heart has poison rested
or has predisposition for revenge
tormented me for many sleepless nights,
sustaining me like water does a wenge,
enticing less than noble fancy-flights.
Ever-good, and ever a pariah.
That you, in fact, would claim to be so pure
herein is found to ambiguous.
Each baby born is birthed less than demure;
each man begins his life iniquitous.
Villains all began their time in youth, but
innocence in cognizance is fleeting
like your credibility for that what
tediously you continue bleatin
DFC 6: FidelityFoolish fidelity, daring to dream;DFC 6: Fidelity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Locking loyalties with serpents' cunning to scheme
And purport a plot, heavy-handed;
Oppose opposition, constant and candid.
Walk with acknowledged assurance
I, indelible even endurance,
am ever so much more than I may seem!
Carved Into My HeartI've seen the moonCarved Into My Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and witnessed
her ever-changing moods;
shy with inky hair
that covers her face
with coy half-smiles
like a side-long glance
that leaves my palms
awash in sweat--
now bold as she
sweeps her locks aside
with a laugh to silence bells
and echo off the stars,
making each one weep with joy
if just to know her.
But she is fairer,
more worth cherishing,
carved into my heart.
I've seen the sun
and basked
within his heat,
his touch upon my skin
with such hesitant invitation
that my body aches
to know him,
to feel his arms surround me
and to be consumed
by that fire
that sometimes forces me
to turn my fac
Lay of LaeliaBeloved heart, you are my only friend;Lay of Laelia4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The only one in whom I put my trust.
Tis you alone I know will comprehend
When others turn away, aloof, unjust.
So capable of sacrifice and pain
Yet always ready with an open ear
To set aside yourself when I complain
From woes and doubts to those that I endear.
Self-isolating always for my sake
That I, at last, begin to comprehend
How you, despite abuses, do not break,
And that is why, my heart, my dearest friend,
That my philosophy, then, I reprove--
The heart is also capable of love.
DFC 2: Arch AngelDecember always leaves me wanting;DFC 2: Arch Angel3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Streets and people cold as stone,
Unfriendly as a church
That turns away the pagan non-believer
With peddlers beseeching "Angel,
Wont' you buy?"
I pass them by,
All of them lost in greed and wanting
And me in misery, a fallen angel
With a jaded heart of stone,
Unable to believe
In commerce, congress, or in any church.
My feet have brought me to the catholic church
(A place I rarely dare to tread by).
I was never really much of a believer;
Sermons I find empty and wanting.
The arch to the vestibule is polished stone
And beneath, with hands outstretched, an angel.
My eyes rest longing on the
DFC 8: Insubstantial: for E.E.He's earned the right to see her naked skin.DFC 8: Insubstantial: for E.E.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When her neurotic fits have taken hold
he's held her hand, and he has always been
the one to whom her nightmares have been told,
and even through their most tumultuous
of times, when she has sought my company
he has remained steadfastly virtuous,
and so has she (to my ignominy).
And I? At best (if that), poor surrogate
on the behalf of one as yet unmatched
within her heart, although I must admit
it's my own fault for being so attached
to one I'll never have the chance to prove
my insubstantial, unrequited love.
DFC 3: Words That BeguileSyntax, a demon most cunning,DFC 3: Words That Beguile3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was tired of diction and punning.
He was utterly bored
With bad metaphor;
He desired something more stunning.
"Woe is me," he lamented and sighed.
"I cannot any longer abide
'That is like this'
Or 'a rose is a kiss',
I want something that's never been tried.
What the hell could one possibly mean
To say that to write is to glean?
Oh give me a poet
With talent to show it
And spit out what they really mean!
Always one thing compared to another,
Saying moon when they really mean mother,
Comparing her eyes
To the stars in the skies,
Convoluting their point 'til we smother.
I do not intend to be hos
Storm Haikulow-hanging gray cloudsStorm Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
break only for a moment
sunlight struggles through
DFC 20: Light and Shadow YinDFC 20: Light and Shadow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
passive feminine
shadowing hiding destroying
cold darkness, heat illumination
kindling revealing creating
aggressive masculine
Yang
Seeds of LoveJames, John and PatrickSeeds of Love5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Were in a bitter feud.
For the love of Lady Rose
No task they wouldn’t do.
And finally they begged her,
“Please tell us who you choose!”
“For you, fair Lady,” stated James,
“there’s nothing I won’t do.”
John and Patrick nodded
(for they agreed with James).
“Perhaps we could,” suggested John,
“resolve our feud with games?”
The wise, fair Rose sat thoughtfully
And hatched a sudden plan.
“I know a game for you three
To play and win my hand.
Bring to me an apple;
It’s a very simple task.”
Puzzled, Patrick bowed and said
“
UnrequitedBut I love youUnrequited3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pleads with plaintive eyes
wet and round
and all the prettier
for the salt-tracks
drying to her cheeks.
Unsaid but still he hears
the accusations in those words--
Why?
Why not?
Why can't it be me?
Am I not adjective enough?
It breaks his heart
to shatter hers
with fervent promises;
you'll find someone better;
you'll find your true love;
that we love whom we love
and such a thing as feelings
can't be helped.
Misguided by youth, it's her point,
not his,
that gets reinforced.
Julyfor now, the sun shinesJuly4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and we're together, although
time goes much too fast
to tell if, after
you--and summertime--have gone,
tender feelings last
KairiLittle soulKairi3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
inquisitive
ferrets out
neoteric
enigmas
and (most likely)
a plethora of trouble.
Foxvolta: Two Gallant FriendsAcross the rolling plains we ride;Foxvolta: Two Gallant Friends3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we're two-by-two and side-by-side.
Our heels press on our yellow steeds
as we pursue our noble needs
at Dragon's Aery, far away
(where foulest-tempered beasties play)
but we continue without fear;
a dragon cannot commandeer
our courage or our strength of heart.
Terrain familiar we depart
for darker lands of mystery
to make our mark on history.
A large tree's base; a secret door;
no turning back now anymore.
As we approach the dragon's lair,
our concentration all aware,
our swords in hand, attack is nigh.
And yet, we two are greeted by
a dreadful sight, to our dismay;
two others did that d
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