Broken GlassesThe tale began with my trudge down the road.
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? That I shall never forget
while I wear broken glasses.
But still rose those whispers "It was you who never knew them"
Then I realized that all I see, I realized all I feel
is not reality; for hidden was the truth within.
Within the faces piercing,
for I saw these faces after my glasses broke.
In truth were they true friends,
merry tunes in silence of grief,
but late it is
I lived a lieI lived a lie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A stagnant moment it took to rise
for conflicts within, abstained my eyes
to divert from those slabs of stone.
A crime repeated, condemned, atoned.
Although such crimes are ripples of past,
such ripples, oh why you travel so fast?
Reminders of a crime repeated,
same words, same etches again mistreated.
Long ago intertwined with me;
was an essence of truth and serenity.
But Glad was I? No feelings did stir.
I cruelly stomped the love in her.
I ended a smile, I shattered a heart;
shred the web of love apart;
I swelled a tear in her forlorn eyes,
she closed those eyes, a sniff did rise.
A smile again, though very weak it was.
She bowed, and thanked, oh she hid the claws!
That tore at that poor soul, her soul did wear.
Stoned was I? Why did I not care?
To nurse and tend a flailing soul;
my judgment infected with pestilence deplore.
Repelled now by such sordid thoughts,
Will crying help? No! It will not!
I felt too, an ache of care, so now I
thrash through the ripples and scream out why!
THE CROWGlistening feathers,THE CROW3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever
— Arthur Crow © 2012
The lilies she lent (old)The lilies she lent (old)2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In some mystic woods, bloomed an innocent bud
It nurtured delicately; from the vile world she was shut.
But alas; 'fore she left, ten love lilies of red,
that withered only at her will, she plucked.
She roamed the wide plains, with her beauty ablaze;
her scent aromatic, earning many a praise.
Yet gullible was she; the sprout of love
homed in her when she met the boys gaze.
Such charm and enchantment; oh what lovely art!
His ways did betray purity of the heart
his wines curled around the innocent girl,
poisoning her soul with his impulsive darts.
Yet one, con by birth, never has a strong hold
over one true love only, thus her love he sold.
For worthless gains oh such pain the girl felt.
With her will, one love lily withered in cold.
Yet he tricked once again; a true fiend was he
and innocent she was, she blindly agreed
to give him a try, only one try, no more
had she only known how deceitful he could be.
He broke 'gain the ties, he engulfed her in pain
another lily did wilt, each
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I promise, just one more one more stolen core
You know you shouldn't, but your claws are digging already in his chest,
I'm spilling his blood, the flesh I wrest
Don't collect this soul, not this time,
I must capture his soul before he captures mine,
I promise, just
The Many Attributes of HersHer WelcomeThe Many Attributes of Hers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She welcomed me in a place so distraught,
yet her welcome refurbished the hut so luxurious.
Such bounties are for those who earn them;
a lucky fool I am to be close to her embrace,
for she was the basil for my ailing;
the wings for my flight;
the breath for my life.
But it was such;
she was blessed a good heart for little wealth,
an enchanting presence for a humble abode,
an inquisitive mind for little education;
she was balanced yet the scales tipped
such that life was a fraught belonging.
But dismayed not, a blissful existence;
her smile like the sparkling stars
that leave you in wonder why the Almighty
created something so beautiful yet out of grasp.
But today I mean to grasp those lights
right out of the sky and clasp to my heart.
She was lonely, but then again so are the stars.
Thus I wish to pull her down to escape that prison.
She is an ocean, exposed yet hidden;
calm yet thrashing;
a blue veil, veiling all the colors
Nothing else mattered(French version below)Nothing else mattered3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is said that the most beautiful stories are born and die into dreams -
Ours could have been born in the shade of a moonset, lighted by a firefly sky,
On a sea so calm that you could hear it beat and feel its warmth;
And I would have braved storms to hoist the sail of our history,
Braved the streams bruised by our grieves, wrecked every reefs scented
Of the sweet aroma of temptation.
We got lost forever in the forest of oblivion
Where the leftover of our promises rot on the ground littered with corpses,
Where the roots of our world still strive to belt out,
Where desperate leaves attempt to overcome Autumn's scythe -
The only oxygen these trees breathe out is the fragrance of our wandering souls.
Rien d'autre ne comptait
On dit que les plus belles histoires naissent et meurent dans les rêves -
La nôtre aurait pu naître à l
The AuthorWriters paint pictures that painters can't.The Author10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
I wanted to make friendsI wanted to make friends2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The psychiatrist held the door as a hesitant child of age eight walked in and sat on the small stool. The psychiatrist sat opposite to him.
"Hello George, I am Dr. Majid. How are you doing?"
"I am sad Doctor No one plays with me and I am always alone at school."
"I am sure it will be fine after some days. So George, do you know why I have called you here?"
"No I don't know"
"Well then George you know about Shelly? You know what happened to her?"
"Yes Doctor I know. Why?"
"I want to know what happened when you last saw Shelly. Everything okay George? This is very important"
"Okay Dr "
"Can you please tell me what happened?"
"Well Shelly never talked to me Doctor No boy or girl talked to me."
"I am sorry to hear that George. It is very tough to go to school like that. Now what happened at school?"
"A few days after school started again, I took some thing from Shelly. I took Shelly's Barbie pencil case."
"Did you ask her first?"
"No I didn't"
"That is stealing George; whe
A loved ones DemiseA loved ones Demise2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Even for the most sturdy souls,
a tear or sniff is meant to rise
When they witness a loved one's demise.
PerfectionFoolish I'd say, may all those bePerfection2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who so foolishly wish to achieve
what is approached only, never touched
Be it in your hand, but never in your clutch.
Lesson RevisedWhat is sweeter than a lieLesson Revised9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that implies that you’re
all one needs? Or the berries that
numb your senses with sweetness,
then numb you forever…
Not all sweets are healthy
not all that glitters, gold.
And that is a lesson of life -
Dreams come trueI don't wish perfection and for those who do -Dreams come true9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They're just dreaming dreams, never meant to come true.
I was sorrowful oh rainFailures cling desperately to my crippled acts.I was sorrowful oh rain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What meaning has life following deserted tracks?
Lost all I have; heeds no one still
my thoughts distraught, my heart 's ill
I wail in seclusion within plain barren lands
praying help shall descend through mysterious hands
But a dream would it be wishing, a foolish one too;
all men are happy and content; their sky depicts blue
Yet my sky growls and cries, for thunder reigns high
but I yearn for this thunder; for this rain to come by
A raindrop with a plop splashes my face
it wipes off the tears that have stained my façade
My whimpers grow silent, the wind hushes up.
Like a slow paced violin, the tears start to drop.
I smile through sky's tears; the hum fills my ears;
the raindrops from heaven descend dissolving my fears
Be no mans grace open, my companion's the sky.
It shares my own sorrows; it too weeps and cries.
My hands rise up high as I thank gain n again,
"Blessed be you for coming for I was sorrowful oh rain!"
I laugh out alou
Shadows InsideWalking down an alley with no one else aroundShadows Inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dark shadow of myself,
Is the only one who understands
How this is something I cannot shrug off.
Not knowing, and not wanting to know
Kills me more than dying would.
Even if it was dismissed,
Something new would just take its place.
My shadow sticks by me
Knowing exactly how I feel.
And how I'm everything but fine,
Despite what I say.
This isn't something that can be fixed,
It's not something I can build a
Semi-steady bridge over
And walk across without falling in.
The depths of the alley
Are much like the depths of my mind.
There is always something else
Written on every single wall.
The meanings are clear,
No symbolism bull shit.
Nothing you say will help
Because it won't be true later on.
This is something real.
And something that can kill.
Love is Just a Word Until Someone Comes Along...Lay awake, I'm robbed of sleepLove is Just a Word Until Someone Comes Along...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the raindrops tap the street
Forgetting all I've fallen for, I can't go on
I can't be more
Hidden behind tapestries
Adorned with painful memories
Slowly realize what you've done, I've lost it all
I've come undone
A fallen angel at your feet
A broken mess at your mercy
Heartless in my time of need, you walked away
You watched me bleed
Holding out for fate unknown
A missing piece, an empty home
Living life with no one there, I know I'm lost
But I don't care
Within the boundaries of myself
Crying out for someone's help
Wishing for, with all my heart
They'll stop the pain and light the dark
A fallen angel at my feet
Broken, shattered just like me
I take her hand and grip it tight
We'll last forever in the light
ThreeThree days to realizeThree9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What lay before my eyes
The path that lies ahead of me
Third times the charm
They always said
Maybe this time it's true
Till the heavens erupt
And my wings can spread fully
Perhaps then I will be complete
In Between the Living and the Undead- EndingThe forest became eerily quiet in the hours that followed. Bodies were strewn across the camp. Rotting meat became a feast for any creature that dared approach the carnage. The infected moved on after the frenzy. The ones who survived took matters into their own hands, not bothering to bury the dead. They lay in the nearby thicket, blood depleting from their shattered skulls.In Between the Living and the Undead- Ending9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the edge of a ravine Sherry was sprawled dangerously close to the edge. She survived- barely. She felt too weak to move. Her breathing came in shallow spurts. When she attempted to open her eyes the sun penetrated her vision, making it impossible to see. Sharp stones dug into her back. It seemed like a cruel way for her life to end. However, nothing could of prepared her for what came next.
A feral growling could be heard faintly through the trees. The scavengers fled the scene of death. Even they knew to avoid the infected at all costs. Slowly, the poor soul stumbled among the corpses, the overturned tents and
RevengeTake the knife out of my back.Revenge9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The leftovers from your attack.
Hunt you down,
Slit your throat,
And maybe I'll be free.
Drain you till you bleed no more.
You already closed the door
Now it's time to pay
For what you did to me.
Take the knife out of my back
And cut me free of your hand.
You don't control me.
Take the knife and slit your throat
And watch your life drain.
Forgotten RemainsThere once was a great nation a nation with a name.Forgotten Remains2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But now they are the
forgotten they remain.
The memories they hold,
the tears they contain,
are theirs' alone
only theirs to atone.
Whimpers gently rise;
tears flow again
for time cruelly denies
salvation from pain.
They seek sleep to happy lies
but such tries are in vain.
Dying but living on;
futile hope too moves on.
They're engraved deep in graves,
poor soulless souls enchained.
Confined and enslaved,
with no happiness saved.
They rot in a gorge
where only sorry reigns.
Theirs tales shriek through nights
their talks ignite fights
reminding of lost fame
of love, passion proclaimed.
Of days full of glory
such sad, mournful stories,
of children's laughs set ablaze
what cruel sadistic games.
Play on, it's your forte
laugh, sneer and gloat,
but Mother Nature, fools were they
hearts meant to go astray.
True, your love they betrayed
alas humans were they
My Truth"My life tells of lies,My Truth2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
tales of vows and torn ties.
Of stories having names;
blank pages filling frames"
In Between the Living and the UndeadElijah set the camera between the branches with trembling hands. His fever had spiked so much he could feel the sweat pouring off his body, drenching him from head to toe. He welcomed the cool mountain breeze as it blew over his ashen face. Once the camera became situated he hit the record button and began.In Between the Living and the Undead10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hello,” he spoke wearily. Elijah barely got the first word out before he began coughing violently. When the choking fit ended he could see his own hand was stained with blood. Elijah wiped it on his already stained jeans and continued.
“My name is Elijah. I am a member of a small band of survivors who are attempting to reach the military base in Vancouver. We have little food or shelter and our morale is low. Yet, by some miracle or just blind luck we’ve managed to encounter no hoards since reaching the Appalachia.”
He paused for a moment, biting his dry lip and contemplated. Then he added, “Before the epidemic, I was a scientist working for the