Ash RisenThe journey of recreating, reattaching, realigning and redesigning your life is a steep and harrowed one,
constantly donning and shedding mask after mask - it leaves your skin raw and chafed - your being breathless, spent - dreaming away today in the futile hope for a sweeter tomorrow.
severing ties and forgiving the past - wound and bleed your mortal heart with its fallible limits,
but your spirit is awakened and your soul is renewed,
away from your crippling dependence on humanity and people your true self thrives in the shadowy warm embrace of solitude.
Free from the facade - the rusted chains that bound and bent you into shape - rust
Girl in BlackShe needs to cry so she can feel,Girl in Black9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She has to bleed to make it real,
She wants to hurt so they can see,
She needs to die to be set free.
The tears are spilling from her eyes,
The knife is marking her demise,
The blade is slicing through the air,
But their hearts are empty, life's unfair.
Her life is gone, her tears turn cold,
Frozen on her cheeks, they hold,
Her hollowed eyes reflect despair,
For world to see but do they care?
The blood still flows and the skin's still warm,
But the heart's not beating, the life is torn,
Rain fall like tears on the girl in black,
Too late, she's gone, she won't come back.
The Apology In My KissStars still fall like lucid rainThe Apology In My Kiss4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the silence,
Our heartbeats still echo in storm bent trees
when you're gone,
Cresting waves, they erase your moonlit footsteps,
Soft embers ignite, in the breath of your final song.
And my promises were made to be broken,
And I hope that the last time we kissed,
When they whispered I could live without you,
You tasted the apology in my rueful lips.
FallWatch me as I lose my mind,Fall9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shuddering in the dark's cold embrace,
Hold me as the monsters come,
They can't rip me from your arms,
Kiss me as I scream and weep,
Your beautiful raving lunatic.
Smile as I laugh and jump,
Only you can see my feathered wings,
Take me away from this blood-red night,
I'll heal under the Tuscan sun,
Let me go as they come,
There's nothing left worth saving.
Kiss goodbye as I cry,
So I shan't drown you in my tears,
Please turn away as I leap,
So you don't see me fall.
Angel MeatEvangelical tears cloud grief lidded eyes,Angel Meat4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dripping from lashes, safety pin silver,
Bursting, like overripe fruit on wet concrete,
Running, like a wounded sparrow with broken wings.
Through the cracks and furrows of her battle scars,
That are etched, a fractured story in celestial flesh,
It mingles as it stains, her dark white feathers, red,
With her own, amaranthine blood.
Amongst sable tresses, the lilies bloom,
And dove grey lips croon Ophelia's tune,
'Neath a celestial inferno, we gather in peace,
To feast upon fresh angel meat.
My life is a tragedy.Analyse my life, tragedy or comedy?My life is a tragedy.7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My hubris, the fatal flaw - love as an ideology.
Sure, it has it's moments, but that's just contrast,
The main characters die? Well, none of my friends last.
The main character nearly always dies?
Why does that come as no great surprise?
The death of an innocent has come and gone,
Showing that the ending has already begun.
My life has a few good moments, but lead to my downfall,
My hubris is always present, the start of love, for example.
It needs a contrast to highlight the bad and show it is bad,
Well, in my opinion my life is a tragedy, but maybe I'm mad?
Analyse this man's life from his poetry,
In your opinion, is it a tragedy or a comedy?
The Ghost Of Words.Everyone knows it, that blank page, laid bare on the ground,The Ghost Of Words.9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Ghost of Words, it constantly follows me around.
That blank page, whenever you come to write, is waiting,
It always seems happy to be filled, and yet continues resisting.
That blank page, I see it everywhere, a bare wall, an empty frame,
It's waiting for me to fill it, it hounds me, and it puts me to shame.
There is a constant fear, that one day I will not have the words to fill it,
I'm not scared of much, but the Ghost of Words has deemed me unfit.
One day, I will no longer be able to satisfy this Ghost's hunger,
Will it finally stop hounding me then though, I wonder?
This Ghost of Words, breathing down my neck with my every step,
It awaits to be filled, hounding me and making me savour each breath.
Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,Statue In The Rain9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.
I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.
That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.
Brittle HeartI'm so tired.Brittle Heart7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathed the tiny voice, half-whispered, flitting in agitation,
On brittle wings unfurling,
From the scarred breast,
Of savage frailty.
Beckoned the unearthly call,
Delicate as a mother's kiss,
Fluttering, soft as a sigh,
Airborne and ephemeral,
The shadow child.
Wait for me.
Came the petrified cry,
Resonating in anguished waves,
Rolling across ageless time,
To puncture the earth bound heart,
Of its distraught mother.
Let me go.
Came the gentle whisper, released in the final breath,
Out of a cage of tainted flesh,
And sun bleached bones,
Carried across uncharted waters,
Mortal BeautyShe dances, fair sprite, upon fingertips,Mortal Beauty9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blows sweet kisses from moonbeam lips,
Her laughter is gay, her demeanour merry,
A whimsical creature, this titian faerie.
Tresses of auburn, of liquid flame,
Ignite the fabric of the night they claim,
Mirroring the flicker that flares within,
Embers that kindle beneath lily white skin.
The light it burns her heart so bright,
So radiant against the black of night,
The blaze that flares from sparks so tame,
Consumes from within, the delicate frame.
An arresting sight, the unearthly light,
Emanating from the lady bright,
Sweet fey relinquish your futile fight,
Wane black against the firel
We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.We are out there.7 months ago in Spirit Day More Like This
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen w
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,Irrelevant.7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then s
Cycle& I find that there is not much that is poetry left in me.Cycle9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The streets curl asphalt fingers around me &
I feel nothing, not the hot touch of june, not autumn
or loneliness sliding rough hands down my spine, I
feel nothing, though there is blood on my arms, & it
is not mine, it is the mosquito's, the mosquito i crushed
because it was whining, because it was making
the same directionless keen as me.
Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.Two-Face8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.
I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.
Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?
The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.The Night Of Silence.8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.
The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.
The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has com
I want the world to stop spinning.If the world could stop spinning, that'd be great,I want the world to stop spinning.7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't want time to stop, that'd be worse, the wait.
I just want it all to stop, for existence to not exist,
I would want to die if it weren't that my problems would persist.
I want the world to stop spinning,
My problems can't be solved by simply not living.
I don't want to live anymore,
I don't want to exist anymore.
I want the world to stop spinning, I want to get off,
I want it all to stop, both hard times and soft.
I just want it all to stop, I want existence to cease,
I want the world to stop spinning... Please?
It's kinda pathetic, but...I miss you, y'know... Soon as you're gone,It's kinda pathetic, but...11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It hurts to want to hug you and there be no one.
I miss you as soon as I stop talking to you,
I miss you even when we talk, unless I'm hugging you.
I know it's pathetic, I really do...
But I guess it's just because I love you.
Sometimes I'm scared there'll be no one there
But then I wake up, and thank God it's a nightmare.
Jennifer, I want you to believe that I love you
And I want to hear that you love me too.
Jennifer, I love you and I love you true.
And I'm not ashamed to say that I need you.
She's broken insideYou see that girl?She's broken inside10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one that
looks perfectly fine?
the one smiling
the girl that you
would never suspect
to hide so much pain.
she's broken inside,
but you can't tell
nope you can't
you think she's fine
but on the inside
she's hurt and
begging to be fixed
but no one notices
cause she hides it
so well behind
her smiles that
are so well rehearsed.
she's broken inside
but you can't tell
cause she acts okay
even if it hurts
she acts alright
but on the inside
she is far from
alright, she's broken
but hides it
she's broken and
wants to be fixed
but no one see's
past the act
no one notices
so see th
WordsThe words are flying,Words7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Millions of black lines,
Tumbling like stardust through space,
Each pulsing, with it's own dark energy,
Overwhelming the tiny child,
Who stands there bewildered,
Watching them weave and dance past.
She cannot grasp them,
Cannot feel their timeless power,
Cannot savour their bittersweet flavour,
Free from paper, ink and pen,
Kindling in the chasms of imagination,
A world of their own in which to live.
That's what we've done,
Breathed life into words,
Let them reign our hearts,
Feed on our souls,
And the only question left is,
Will we regret it?
Regaining.I'm regaining my positive outlook, I really am,Regaining.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It might seem strange at first, but it is who I am.
"Everything will get better if you smile", I believe this now,
I used to scoff at this, but I can smile now, I think they can.
You know what came with this? Bravery.
Bravery to not be shackled by my own rules,
Bravery to speak to her, to break a promise I made,
Bravery to see that sometimes, rules are wrong.
I made some long ago, and stood by them,
My values, my bible, my everything, I kept them intact.
But that was wrong, because it was the start of my pessimism,
Maybe what I did sometimes was wrong, but I had my optimism.
And now, things will get better if you smile, if you take a step,
I believe this, I cast my promises away, that's my first large step.
I was brave enough to talk to her, and I am hopeful of the outcome,
It's only optimism, but I ask you, when has smiling ever hurt anyone?
5.11 Am Suicideoh sweet death,5.11 Am Suicide8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
please claim me now.
If you are the release to all the pain
I pray to to thee you save me.
You might or not might mend
some of the broken pieces
of this life.
Please you must see
I do this
to save not only me
but of all you..
sweet bonds of family.
Death, you are my only hope.
Sweet death please claim me now.
The Reality.I always have nightmares, it's something I can't control,The Reality.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the topic always changes, again, something I can't control.
Have you ever felt so alone in the world, you're like a shadow?
Have you ever been too scared to look out of the window?
I was, I was too scared to check if it was really tomorrow or today,
I was too afraid to see if what had happened, really happened to me.
I woke up with a heartbreaking sadness, and nothing to do,
I woke up with a crushing fear, and there was nothing I could do.
In my dream, there was always one place I longed to be,
And when I finally got there, it was no longer welcome to me.
But there is one thing I know now, and it is the reality,
And there is one thing I can tell you, that it scares me.
The reality is I love her, I knew I did of course,
But this just means I'm going to get hurt, I can take it of course...
I keep trying to find a way to make us mend,
I just don't want to, because I don't want this to