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Reverberation"Don't worry, I am over it now.Reverberation7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am fine now."
I can see the wolves clearly now in my head
Licking their jowls for the feast to come
Sorry, I guess I lied
But it's just small and white
Just like yours were...
"...I am over it now."
You hit me like a wave of anguish, washing away my hopes
Washing away my dreams
Twisting my spirit up into a knot
They can't be untied now
Those knots you tied into my every string...
"...I am fine now."
Those pained feelings reverberating in me
Time and time again I find
My mind running back to when you-
And before
It is my fault for offering my head to the chopping block
-And you chopped.
Who can blame you for reaping what you sowed?
And still, I don't want to lose my grasp on what little is left...
God in an Art GalleryI was walking by an art gallery last SaturdayGod in an Art Gallery9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I started walking to the door uncontrollably
I got inside and started wondering and looking around
Then I saw God appreciating an art piece right next to me
I stuttered and asked him in disbelief what he was doing there
He told me he was appreciating art, so I asked him about the wars
He asked me back 'what about the wars?' and I just couldn't believe him
'You should enjoy art instead of killing each other' he said and walked away
Colorless DeathHer world is teeming with black and white shadesColorless Death8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Colors seeming to be absent
All emotion is void and locked away
The chains are callous with a texture that is metallic and iced
She has a vacant feeling in a hole within her chilled, dainty chest
Where this hollow hole is, should that be a heart?
The only indication of any emotion that hasn't been stowed away, is her tears,
She cries alone
She begs for her life to end
Or at least for a new beginning
Her tears run down her subtle face
They fall, dripping from her eyes to imitate minuscule waterfalls,
And they cascade into many streams
Dripping
Dripping
A
The taste of blood."Tell me. Those voices. What do they do?"The taste of blood.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"They ... they talk."
"What do they talk about?"
"...Orders."
"They give you orders?"
"...Yes."
"What kind of orders?"
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Taste my blood,
crimson tears flowing in caverns of a hollow body.
Taste my blood,
liquid chains squeezing my achromatic lungs.
Taste my blood.
Taste my cries,
water that comes out as a bit too salty.
Taste my cries,
fake venom from snakes' tongues.
Taste my cries.
Taste my skin,
layer peeling off a plastic doll.
Taste my skin,
broken patterns of an ivy.
Taste my skin.
Taste my eyes,
I do not
Monologue of a traveller.Monologue of a traveller.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shadow lingered on the shattered walls,
swaying in the light of the crescent.
He claimed to having answered destiny's calls,
so he gave life to places long quiescent.
But gods had been merciless to his young age;
throughout the traveller's endless route
they had made apparent their growing rage;
hidden dangers appeared from the bruit.
He held onto sanity's smallest grain
fingers slipping through invisible ropes.
Broken symbols are all that remain
after the illusion of cruely stolen hopes.
His conscious is now much too frail,
and his words are now much too sinuous.
His impregnable diligence to no avail,
and his frenzied monol
memoriesOur secret kisses in the moonlight,memories8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feeling of happiness just by being st your side,
The long walks thru town st night,
The promises to always strive and solve any fights.
These happy times haunt my heart,
The memories of our promise to never part,
I wish they flourished instead of becoming what they are.
The tears we shed when you had to leave,
The promise to be mine, and return for me,
the smile i had for only you to see,
The happy future i still hope and wish could be.
Is there some part of you that holds to these memories,
A small part that cried when i would beg "please"
A part that regrets all those broken promises,
those lies,
Celestial MemoriesGod how I have prayed to never fall preyCelestial Memories4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the nectarine gossamer caught on the
cornerstone of your mouth,
a celestial house
Lips radiating like redshift,
indomitable as quasars with
enough poignancy to pierce through my very pulse while
you create maps, circumnavigating through these
black holes that you bore into my being and very core as
my spirit surrendered to your summons long before
I am an ocean of stark emptiness and
you are seemingly endless seas of starburst
You leave and I break into
cold sweat, blueshift and pale skin
Memories of starry night, air on the g string and
cigarette stained fingers about coffee drained t
Endless LakeDip your toes in the icy depths of poetryEndless Lake5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
let it sting with it's truth
start to comfort you with it's twisting metaphors
I have yet to leave this serene lake of words
Ripples turning into voices
spoken with enough force to push me under
make me gasp for breath as the lines finish
Poetry becomes us
becomes love and hate
understanding
souls holding on to anything that's left
My hands glide across the water
feeling it's pulse
the beat of a heart romanticizing and utilizing the words
we have learned to make
Fading into an ever-lasting tremor
the tremble you hear when emotion becomes too much
Waiting in the pause
silence before
Supermassive Black HoleStrings of starless strandsSupermassive Black Hole8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lasso my sanity,
as a Lyzzard's tongue
slays unawares a fly.
Distorted snarls melt
my glaciers in the dead of night;
vibrating in the frequency
of tachycardia.
Falling upwards
in your wells of gravity,
you set my soul alight;
spinning towards the singularity.
A blink before the light,
the brims of Space
of satin waves
smile and unweave a word:
"What?"
SparkA gaze is all it takes.Spark9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the one-sided spark flickers ablaze.
Thoughts crowd your mind, whispering ill fates.
Ignoring everyone, you stare, amazed.
Your heart beats faster with every step.
She seems familiar, though you've never met.
A gentle hand taps her on the arm.
She turns to you with a curious alarm.
An awkward moment passes, with silence flying by.
You gather up courage and simply say "Hi."
Another spark, it creates a whole flame.
Dancing like liquid, it burns all the same.
CelestialOrbs of caramel sugar,Celestial6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of ethereal swirls,
floating across the moon's canvas,
formed from rings of sepia
and intriguing flecks of umber.
A Canvas,
sprinkled with cinnamon,
that dances across your velvet skin.
Christened by the sun's kisses,
and golden affection.
Beautiful,
my lover waits,
on a bed of black velvet.
In my galaxy,
the only stars exist in his twinkling eyes,
full of love,
full of faith,
full of endurance.
He beckons from this celestial canopy of stars,
clothed only in innocent aspiration.
Lighter than love's gravity I fall into the embrace,
of a universe,
two planets revolving in perfect symmetry.
A dance,
as ancient as the moon and tide.
My prince offers the invitation,
for a chance,
to once again,
make him mine.
Five ShadowsIt escapes our grip.Five Shadows1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The things we crave, and want, and need.
Love, Time, Satisfaction, Success, and Greed.
All five motives to fuel our life.
Their hidden agendas give us strife.
Love, the bitch, that makes you care.
Blinds you, consumes you, and leads nowhere.
Time, the old fool, that is always sober.
Passes by unseen, fucking us over.
Satisfaction, the rich bastard, looking down on us.
Throws us his leftovers, it's never enough.
Success, our friend, lying to our face.
Stabs us in the back and puts us in our place.
Greed the voice in the back of your head.
Plays you like a master, making you wish you were dead.
Broken GlassesThe tale began with my trudge down the road.Broken Glasses8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hidden faces piercing me; were I some sort of a show?
But I was broken, broken within my heart.
And so I realized too late,
but even before I could have realized, my glasses broke.
If I were to wear them,
would appear the people,
who imitated my friends.
But sculptures too erode; they're nothing anymore,
through my broken glasses.
I once sensed the feel,
were I lost in lost spaces;
for them I wasn't even real.
Nothing more I'll be, they still jeer at me,
while I wear broken glasses.
She did love me once,
such long time ago,
when times were not tense.
But breaking a pledge
Shaman StrangerHe shared his secrets with the tribeShaman Stranger9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
they all sat intensely around the fire at night
the cold of the air, danced all around them.
Secrets unleashed, summoned demons, reaping realms.
He told them of the plague and the medicines to cure.
They sat around in awe as the stories grew intense.
About demons and monsters, and battles defense.
And the beasts wore souls over their faces.
To bruise their senses over the ages.
They asked of his healings and how he survived.
His responces were vivid, and brought up through life.
Death surrounds vallys and mountains and seas.
Healing the monsters with souls for their beings.
Water from springs
The GuiltThe GuiltThe Guilt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the forefront of my mind.
The battle continues, my conscience is cloaked.
Camouflaged amongst the cerebrum.
Deeply en-trenched.
Inducing shards of honesty, blasts of truth.
She gets damaged in the crossfire.
This cancer cannot be contained.
Masked with smiles and laughter
I proceed with life.
Can we ever get past this?
Strangling my reflection.
Self-harm can't proceed past this extent yet…
The cancer expands.
Bodily domination is its aim.
I won't let it destroy her.
She deserves better.
Our compatibility is incomparable.
I knew this all along.
Yet I continued to deceive myself.
Eye can't even look myself
Disillusioned RantDisillusioned RantDisillusioned Rant1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I just feel out of place. Almost like I don't belong anywhere. My existence is just an illusion. And I refuse to be under its spell any longer. I only appear when people need me. But when I am not required I fade away. Its almost like I am watching others live their own lives while my own is just suspended. I sit and stare in to thin air, completely spaced out. With no thoughts in my mind just a blank vastness. My mood is just completely neutral nothing fazes or astounds me. When I do communicate its almost automated, programmed responses with no feelings or emotions incorporated. The question is why do I feel th
Autumn WindsThe wind is dancing.Autumn Winds7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The grass continues to grow.
So please wipe your tears.
The First Kiss.Their hands linked,The First Kiss.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the blanket of orange grass.
Afraid to blink,
as if the moment'd disappear in a flash.
He leaned close,
his fingers brushing her chestnut locks.
She held the rose,
he'd once given to her at the docks.
He stroked her cheek
and she closed her eyes.
So, next to the creek
and under the open skies;
he touched her lips with his own.
It was the only bliss,
they'd ever known.
Their first kiss.
SliverThey say that if you stand in front of a wall of glass at exactly four minutes past midnight and tap your fingers on it three times, you can open a door to the void beyond this world. It has to be somewhere you can see your reflection, and see through it, hovering like a ghost over the darkness beyond, somewhere dim enough that you can't quite tell the difference between light and shade. And unless you hit the glass where you touched it, shatter the half-formed image before the fifth minute strikes, that door will never close.Sliver8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Celia Gray has never been one for urban legends. So much so, that she would never turn down a chance to prove one wr
My Painting of YouI painted you today.My Painting of You9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rolled up the paper,
and carried you in hand.
Gave you to a girl,
with your eyes,
and chestnuts in her hair,
like yours.
Made her smile,
seeing butterflies in a field,
but she gave you back,
when she saw
they are going in the sunset.
I put you on
my dreaming wall,
to be my last glimpse,
of my world
before I remember
you're only a painting.
Untouched BooksDirty fingerprints crust the pagesUntouched Books9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Of the books of forgotten lore
That have laid here before all ages
Untouched from before-
Unconcerned with reason or rhyme,
Longing for those finger-shaped prints,
They have waited all this time,
To be imprinted with darkened tints
But all that meets them is the chilly air,
And the quiet whispers of phantoms past;
And still they wait with silent flair,
To be marked with fingers again at last
IntensityIt starts with a look,Intensity9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Followed by a kiss
Eyes upon eyes,
Lips upon lips
Lost in a moment, of our intensity
Each of us begins to touch,
We feel it in our souls
It can never happen enough,
And we are never letting go
Lost in the moment, in our intensity
Lost in forever, like stars always shining
We begin to feel...!
A little less than real...!
Sparks are flying,
We are climbing,
Higher and higher still...!
Can you imagine what it means,
To be combined, but be so free...?
Lost in a moment,
Of our intensity...
Hands tangled in hair,
Of each other, so aware
And it wouldn't matter if they caught us,
I don't think either of u
My First Last KissMy Last First KissMy First Last Kiss1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
An awkward moment.
Bodies perspire exponentially
Her lips are potent.
I could love her potentially,
Eye contact initiated
Our hands connected
Each others company appreciated
Minds fully erected
I real her towards me
Arms around her waist
This was meant to be
There is no time to waste.
Lips intertwine.
Eyes close,
Her hands run down my spine,
Totally engrossed.
The first of many to come
An instance of sublime gratification
I have no choice but to succumb
To her enthralling sophistication.
Kela lewis-morin
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the
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