From Behind this MasqueAll the things I could say about you in praise and adoration,From Behind this Masque5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And you'd never believe a word of it from my lips.
But not me.
I'm having trouble with this Masque.
I try to take it off,
But the Harder I fight it,
The Tighter it clings.
Although I still wear this Masque,
Ill tell you the words I am dying to say,
Even if they have no meaning
Coming from the mouth of this thing that is not me.
Its a powerful word.
Yet, strangely enough,
it doesn't even begin to scratch the surface,
When I think about you.
To even begin to think someone could sum you up,
In any number of words,
Would be like trying to gaze into the fourth dimension with our mortal eyes.
It can't be done by anyone living on this plane.
Demons shy away from your light,
and the Angels envy it.
So, my words to you, Milady,
Mean nothing as they flow from me now.
And they never will.
Not while I wear
This Damnable Masque.
The Shameless, Blameless, NamelessThe Shameless, Blameless, Nameless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hope lasting impression,
Pulling at hair, gasping for air.
Scratches in skin, the sweet scent of sin.
Each look in the eye, another piece dies.
Tangled in thread, a fresh hole to the head.
The morning masked, another demon for the past.
Leaving the mess,
A cold empty wretch,
A hopeless case, wrapped in a beautiful face.
A sneer and a glare,
Over skin taut and fair..
Ocean blue skies, hid under black clouded eyes,
"Oh well, I tried."
first lightsometimes you lie awake at night and things you've drowned deep inside your mind suddenly surfaced, giving you no chance to drown it back. you're surprised because you thought those boxes were already gone. you tied them to a balloon and they flew away into the clouds.first light4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
but there they are. sealed like the last time you saw them.
you tried balloon last time, so you try a heavy rock this time. too bad that bridge was already burned. you can't push them to the shore and off to the sea because you're afraid. afraid that it's you who's going to get drowned while those boxes laughing at you. you don't want that. so you decide to unseal the box.
one of those boxes is now unsealed. but it's still closed. you hesitated. you don't want to open it. you wish that box would just disappear. so that you don't have to choose: opening that box or unsealing yet another box. but you still have to chose. and so you chose the latter.
another one is unsealed. now you have to choose again. and so you unseal a
Changing, TransformingI love people who don't care. I love those who can dance in the rain when everyone is watching strangely. I like how they see the world.Changing, Transforming1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm learning to stop being the stranger in the crowd. I'm learning to be the dancer in the rain.
You're not hereAnd so the leaves gently touched my skin, embracing my being with shadows and lights, forming patterns and beauty that could drive deep into my soul, filling me with nature's refreshing air. If you were here you would close your eyes, and both of us would take deep breaths, smelling the freshness in the polluted city. We would sing nonsense and ignore the crazy insects fluttering madly around us, bumping blindly into any surfaces they would come across. I would tell you that this is all a person would need; some wind to help them feel as if they were in the clouds, and nature. Nature and the wind is what made us whole, isn't that true?You're not here1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you're really not here, so I go by myself to my perfect little place, and I do these things alone, but somehow, it's okay.
You're just a memory I keepYou're just a memory I keep, slowly descending down the stairs as the years go by, tangling my distant memories like veins and fragile ropes stretched far by hundreds playing tug-of-war. Worn and tired, the smile that once touched my skin spread out into the wilderness of someone else's soul. The wind that blew against the leaves while tears flew across the sky to hug the reflections in the spotted pools on the road reminded me of home and I realised that I will never be alone and that I'm just another memory you'll keep.You're just a memory I keep11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
DunedainDunedain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faring far and wide ,
His sword by side ;
Never resting elsewhere than the wild ,
Light footed and keen eyed.
His only friend was beast and bird ,
Tree and stone his only home ;
The blood of Numenor in him was all but gone.
Proud and grim ,
All in one ;
He answered to noone...
19morning191 year ago in Emotional More Like This
handmade gift - Astarte
laying on the floor
waiting on the hospital hallway
Comptine d'un autre été
Requiem for a dream
The pink panther
Alex waiting on the stairs
Realize I forgot to eat...all day
Astarte wishing me happy birthday with her mouth full of toothpaste
Cristiana and Alex
Run through the rain
La Dolce Vita
Amazing birthday suprise
Unexpected tiramisu cake
morningsI wake up in the morning- it's this usual day, the colors around are blurry and my mind is half asleep, recovering the real things and the things that only appeared in my dreams. Sometimes I mix the two, but only for a second. Sometimes I wish the world was prettier and the trees always absorbed the sunshine at 6 am in the morning before school. I love the smell of the trees after the rain and the soft tiptoes of the children as they sneak up to scare their fellow classmates, half asleep, half awake. I look through the car window and find birds, free and alive, flapping their wings and causing jealousy to build up in other humans who, like me, wish they could fly in their dreams and never be stopped. Everything whizzes past like a ticking clock, cruel, and yet fair.mornings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to open the window and feel the air against my red cheeks, but it's cold and I'll catch the flu again, I don't want that. It bothers me that nature can be restricted like this, if you don't do something that seems na
soulswe've lost the touch to reality. we fall in love with strangers, picturing their stories and minds as we please. we start dancing in the streets as at the times we felt no one was watching. we attach to things so easily; to that pen we use everyday to put down our thoughts into words, to that bracelet we got on that trip where we felt everlasting, to that person we met just yesterday and who we can't get our mind off. we're dying and coming alive again with the characters in the books we read, we hold them to our breasts and say "this is me black on white". our mood changes within a second when the first line of this specific song comes on. we lie in the high grass watching the clouds, but they are not clouds. this is a lion and that over there is a kissing couple. we put a life and a mind in every little thing we see; these sparks rising towards the sky long to be part of the stars, this branch got mad at our ignorance and wanted to hit us in the knee, our cat is hurt by our absence fsouls1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworldHades and Persephone2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The daughter of life
His eyes dark cold and icy
Hers light and airy
Light flickers through
Enhancing her innocence
Darkness surrounds him
Shielding his heart
What happens when these two cross?
The king of death and the daughter of life
Does she wither and wait
to accept her fate
or does she warm his shielded heart?
What happens when these two fall in love?
Can happiness reside where light cannot?
or will it slowly flicker away until it is no more
and give into the darkness around her?
They say even the smallest bit of light
Will shine in the darkness
Until it finally gives in
and flickers away
So what will happen
When she finally gives up
and fades away
Will he want her then?
or toss her away?
No one knows
Not one can say
What will happen
When the daughter of life
rootslike drowned men who have lost theirroots2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clothes and faces, they lay suspended
facing the sun and grinning without
eyes through the ripples of the water.
those passing by wonder how they got here,
these homeless men without fingers or toes
long spindly stumps twisting into lost roots:
reaching to the east, to the south,
to the homes they have forgotten.
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
so kill me, mockingbirdi once said, listen up,so kill me, mockingbird3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because here's the way
it's going to work:
there will be milky ways
and mountains and clouds
dancing with rain,
the sun won't quite
look the same, and the moon
won't seem so dull.
i once said, come closer,
because there's something
that you need to know:
at night we'll breathe
against each other, move
with each other,
and our delirious melodies
will wake the waves
and shake the stars.
i once said, stay here,
don't go, never ever
but here i am now,
eating my words
from a silver platter.
PyromaniaI want to see a light show in ochre and dancersPyromania2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
two thousand degrees in heat: I want to watch them
all traipse across my bedroom floor with their
encore in grey.
Blistered fingers flicking cigarette lighters
to see an orange pirouette turn for me,
my parents worry that I smell of smoke but they
don't know the reality.
The truth is that you can find me weaving
kerosene trails around the moon and Saturn's rings
telling acorns and oak leaves to enjoy our
favourite disease -
So I flick the lighter once again and speak
to the blackened walls and singed floors:
'Don't fear the kiss of the flame
don't let them douse the burns you reap
don't stop dancing, just don't stop dancing
resurfaced (sapphire suns)the thing is,resurfaced (sapphire suns)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it had been different,
through cigarette-thin lips would've come
my name, wrapped in the scent of amber gin.
on wooden floors we'd be lined in light
again, laying so close. not touching.
if it was a cry for help,
nobody was really listening, were they, not
even your father, and so you left,
left in more ways than one, and i only heard you
when it didn't matter anymore.
the thing is,
you've been gone from my mind and heart
for years now, i've lost count.
days have been more fleeting than my own
inhales, my own exhales, or at least
it would seem.
the thing is, z,
time passes and changes.
my stars were yours once.
your skies were blue once.
if this is your call for attention,
these cyan heavens, these silver pinholes...
your invasion is my defeat.