Can You Hear Me?Muse, bless me, let me spin my tale.
A story of death and destruction.
Will you believe me?
A story of infidelity and war.
A story of blood and rape.
Can you hear my cries?
A story of murder and trickery.
I am calling out to you.
A story of Helen of Sparta.
The day she arrived at my home I knew.
I saw the blood, dripping from her dainty hands.
I saw the fangs hidden behind shining teeth.
Her beauty does not act as a mask. Her beauty does not act as a veil.
Taken from her home, does she despair?
Or perhaps celebrate?
Am I insane?
Infidelity becomes bigotry.
Does it matter?
A second husband, a second life.
I see the blood splattered on her pale wedding dress.
My father smiles, he welcomes her.
He does not heed my warning. He does not heed my dreams.
Will they listen to me?
Or mock my existence?
Am I insane?
I see the camps, the war camps.
Our city is safe, they say.
They send our youth.
Sent to slaughter other youth, and be slaughtered in return.
The city is safe with our impe
Sky to FreedomIs it possible to keep to the sky?Sky to Freedom2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know, there is little to gain
In those dreams that make you fly.
So what's the point in your refrain
From simply watching the ways
Of the emerald, swaying trees
Or the rivers that flow for days?
Ah, you want to be free
Even though it comes with a price.
You want to spread black feathers
Only to let the white ones entice
Your chained soul altogether.
You're sure this is your choice?
I mean, we've been forever
Controlled by that voice!
Though our only endeavor
Was to be out of that cave.
With a single wish for freedom,
And yet, we are no longer slaves
To the place we came from.
Even though you are no longer caged
The call of the growing sky
Keeps us forever engaged
Though we may try to rise and fly.
RapunzelRapunzel, RapunzelRapunzel2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your golden braid
So I may have
A fortune made
And very clear
Just may hear
In the light
It'll be tonight
Be too afraid
So I may have
A fortune made
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girlThe Girl That Painted the Earth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.
A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.
She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
And royal purples.
She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
And closed caverns.
But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear.
The girl was lonely.
So she began to draw beings
Living and breathing things
To fill the empty gaps
Of her paintings.
SovereignThe sovereign that reignsSovereign2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over the grey sky
Keeping close to faith
As fear draws to mind
AdrianHe holds his treasure in a damask caveAdrian2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behind a silver and hardened lock
That has troubled the minds of many thieves
As they cannot help but wonder
As to what lies beyond those black curtains
Shielding the treasure from the scalding sun
He has always preferred a deep violet to black
It reminds him of the haughty monarchs
That invade his everlasting peace
But what do they measure to him
The rich one
The dark one
The unfortunately immortal one
He always wonders who he is behind his darkened mask
He knows he is not death
As his treasure holds more than measly souls
But he is not life nor will he be
As it can be told by his realm
That lies under the depths of Earth
He sometimes visits the world
That excited his meager and forgotten past
With stories of heroes and creatures
And enlightening tales of adventures
That differed from the dull and stuffy spirits
Who still hide behind their feathered wings
He would trade his title and his power
To understand himself
And his bountiful t
The Girl That Created SoundWith a spark of inspirationThe Girl That Created Sound2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl picked up her palette
And retrieved her brush
Before watching closely
She saw her creatures gather
But without communication
She splashed a shiny brown
Onto her canvas
With small pieces of black
She added fine lines for string
And gaping holes for pipes
The girl carefully painted
Something on their faces
For sound to come from
With a delighted laugh
She created letters
And painted them into her books
And upon the minds of her people
She gave her creatures voice
With each careful stroke
And tentative creation
And hummed song
She painted whispering gossip
Under hushed and shadowed
Walls and blankets
The girl shaded in halls
With red acoustics
For her people to gather
The girl drew her people
Singing and dancing
Next to warm fires
As she laughed at her people
As each graceful hand pressed a chord
Or barreling foot pressed to the ground
The girl knew she did something right
When she painted the earth
But there was still someth
Continuing StoriesA word is worth a thousand thoughtsContinuing Stories2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once bound together to be caught
Inspiring minds forever now
With revolutions begin how
Because of books and pretty tales
Still to be reality's bail
The human mind cannot be stilled
Unless the thought for now be chilled
And yet we must owe all our thanks
To words that make our figure's rank
For literature keeps no theme
As it forever holds our dreams
So be for now our thrilling words
But stay free as those mocking birds
And as those stories do go on
It always beings thereupon...
HolesEach little lie, or hidden ambitionHoles2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hides in a hole, as is tradition
Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions
That once were loved, in someone's possession
All the broad smiles, each a facade
With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd
Still broken treasures can easily lie
To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry
Though cloudy with tears, and false memories
Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze
As such locks can try, but still cannot
Forget what was already hastily forgot
By those that are troubled by labourous pasts
As thinkers attempt to help them at last
Claiming their tales and lies to be so
But what do imaginary people know?
Of YesterdaySnow falls on the battlefieldOf Yesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Washing over the blood
And the old tools
As mothers come
To find their children
Laying under its cold embrace
And a little girl
Mourns for her brother
A handsome young man
Killed in the raids
But he would not let her
Pick up a weapon
Because she was weak
Because she was tired
But he can speak no more
And of the war plaguing her
As he drove his knife
At the attackers
But the knife slipped away
And struck his own heart
In the forgotten times
AliceShe is bound by padded silk chainsAlice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Along a cold white wall with no windows
But it has a simple door just small enough
For ideas to be taken and hidden far away
Beyond the failing distance her mind can see from
But she is still forced to hold eternally close
To the words she spouted carelessly in her past
That whispered and shouted of clouds and birds
That loyally took new shapes for her
As a fortune most simply cannot see
Nor will they ever attempt to glimpse
Still he promised to forever love her
And follow her wisps no matter where they float to
With her mentalities cracked and all
As he jumps first into pitfalls and secrets
That were never his to begin with
If only to catch her as she unwillingly falls
But she could never return the favor
Oh she could not even lie to do the same for him
Though her thoughts may protest otherwise
About the love he always continued to bestow upon her
Due to all the harsh might she gave
To remember a dull smile like his could be
Without those dreaded fee
New Note, New TabNew note,New Note, New Tab2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It taunts me.
An empty page.
It stays, plaguing my mind so riddled with writer's block.
I wish to write just what I feel;
If only I could take up my pen or keys
And simply record everything.
My ideas seem to push words forward,
Yet language holds all that I wish to convey far, far away.
If only I could reach up and pull the words I need
From nothing at all except an over-active mind.
Still, I am bound to what I know
And have yet to experience.
Please fill with words and phrases
Intertwining and possibly rhyming.
If only it was simple to write...
AztecUp the stepsAztec2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All to a forgotten heaven
From homes across the sea
As they hold him,
Bind him to a fate
An inescapable temptation
With twisting serpents
And forbidden fruit
Just beyond his reach
Similar to the ones told to him
From his childhood years
But they promised
Unusable to him now
As he feels the knife
Tearing and pulling
At his black heart
Now free from his chest
And free from all the conflict
To be given as blood
For the rising sun
And he tumbles
Without his rising spirit
Lost from his body
And the blood it carried
Goes falling down
Mine to Steal: Brunhilde's SongCoiling serpents with ruby eyesMine to Steal: Brunhilde's Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seek not for what is mine to steal
For in the night I'll surely give
A silver band and golden sword
Beyond a cage of flames and frogs
To frozen walls of ice and snow
Flows through a solemn lullaby
Humming stories to be told
Sing not to me a coward's tale
With sparkling eyes and living breath
Leave a heart like mine to steal
And let a silent message hold
Shield those eyes with ruby gems
Seek not for what is mine to steal
For in the night I'll surely give
A golden helm and silver spear
Writing a PoemIf only it was simple to write poetry...Writing a Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To have the ability to write what you wanted
And to find inspiration anywhere,
May it be from nature, war, friends, anything.
I wish I could take up my pen
And write beautiful words
All intertwining and maybe even rhyming.
Or maybe I could put my hands
To my keyboard with meaning
And just, well, type.
But it's really not that simple
To write a decent, or beautiful poem.
It takes time, and practice.
And guess what?
You're right, practice.
But once you finally have that poem,
Completed and strong,
You know it's worth the effort.
Well, most of the time.
Unless your poem was really bad.
JupiterIn a crazed dream I swore to protect himJupiter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To keep him far from creeping shadows
And the death that still escapes me
As I gave his arms my cursed blessing
And knelt to his everlasting power
With hope for a sign from past
But he dared to raise his eyes
To meet my own tear stained orbs
With a caring and sparkling smile
As he grabbed me by a scarred hand
To present to me a new hope
He showed me an eternally shining sky
One that I had glanced at many times before
But he revealed hidden treasures I had never seen
He gestured to each constellation with his voice rising
And falling with each myth recited to me
He showed me each dream that fell back to the stars
To confide in his glorious brothers and sisters
Whose bright spheres colored the darkness
But they seemed to shine brighter at his calls
As if only an attempt to make me smile
Or even create just a curve in my lips
As my face lit to a bright red
Deeper than the reflection of his storms
I think I love him
But I am terribly afraid to lose
Unpredictable StormsStorms have never been ones for pleasantriesUnpredictable Storms2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As flighty spirits with unstable desires
That simply wish to bring destruction
To all those that cross their enraged path
With all crossroads leading to an uncertain fate
Because storms have always been
In ways that a mortal cannot comprehend
As their urges are insignificant
But still mirror those of the storms
As they are shaped in a lost image
Once taken to by the ancient summer's day
To shield their pastel figures from the darkness
Cast by sullen clouds over ruined fates
That were beyond the reach of restless fae
One That Burns FireA little man holds fire in his handOne That Burns Fire2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something known all across the land
Still he is unable to catch a glimpse
Though modern machines have tried since
Yet he is safe behind weary masks
Forever amused by tedious tasks
Keeping hold to slight burst
While watching in simplistic mirth
But that little man does not know
That which he holds shares a common foe
And as his mind begins to fall
It cannot bother him at all
For a true flame will never die
When there is still one left to cry
The Girl With The SeasonsThe girl continued to paintThe Girl With The Seasons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little details here
A new baby for this family
An extra apple for her
A new rifle for him
With all the contrasting colors
Of her painted spectrum
But she began to grow
With her warm and sensual creations
Under a beating sun
They were all so similar
And forever unchanging
With an angry flick
She blotted white over the fields
On the tops of trees
And over the homes of her creatures
Next to that canvas she splattered colors
Blues and pinks and purples
To become petals
She drew smaller game
With hasty silver strokes
And sky blue feathers
To adorn her flying creations
She then took to her trees
From another fresh painting
And painted in earthy reds
And fire oranges
In dripping messes
And the girl watched her creations
Adapt to their changes
With soft silks of navy
And rugged furs of splotched brown
And she smiled again
Her canvases were
Final PromiseShe stands alone in the windowFinal Promise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes to watch
People move about their
Daily, usual lives
Running in circles
Tripping over rocks, objects
By people outside the window
That keeps her trapped
And she watches one person
Cross her path everyday
But he never looks up
He only looks forward
To the life he will live
And the girl sits by the window
She sometimes cries
Because he doesn't seem to remember
Now washed away
By the rain drops
That quickly slide
Over her reflection
He will look down
At the ground outside her window
Her inescapable prison
And he will cry too
Because she remembers
That he never forgot his
MedusaI surrenderMedusa2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My noble lady.
For whom my love
Served my time.
Now may I go
Let me leave
Of long lost
Of silver stone.
And a soul,
A forgotten soul
To be shattered.
Under you glance,
That shined upon
His lustful desires.
They are frozen.
Like the time
That blockades myself
And my sisters.
And they are still
Like those trapped
In my stone.
But where am I?
When will I leave?
Lady and sovereign.
From this everlasting
Cast by death.
And may I return
Call From a FriendH-Hello? Hey, it's me!Call From a Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, I know we haven't
Spoken in a while
But I miss you.
I've been okay.
I always do.
I really do miss you.
Well, I wanted to ask
If you were free
To meet me for tea?
Really? I'm so happy!
There's a story
I want to
How did you know?
Seem to read
My very mind!
I wish you were there.
Know just what
To tell me.
Oi! I'm not that
Oh, shut up!
I know you're
Shaking your head!
Maybe I am
You'll never know!
Don't be so mean!
I love you!
N-Not like that!
That makes me
Happy to hear!
Yeah? Right now?
Then I'll see you!
I can't wait!
Until we meet
Humpty DumptyI can remember that nightHumpty Dumpty2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not too long ago
And if my actions were right
Under a moon buried in snow
They kept my attempts of flight
Far from what I know
There were yellow walls
And soft carpet floors
When he came to call
Knocking on my door
He grabbed my dolly from my hand
Where is my dolly
Please give me Dolly
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Poor Humpty Dumpty
That face on the wall...
Reminds me of Dolly
And her broken head
Dolly fell to the ground
With a very loud thump
When he took me around
To give my head a big bump
As he tried not to frown
When the world started to clump
He threw me in his car
I think it was red
When I heard a scream from afar
As Mama stuck out her head
An image I kept real far
To forget that Mama bled
She smiled at me
Was it there or then
In the hospital
Before I heard the shot
That was never meant to be
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Poor Humpty Dumpty
He never coul