Fading Flickering Faults
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
MiseryMisery2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The very thought of home,
allows me that smile
which I once took for granted.
I long for that open door,
the welcoming gap
into warm familiarity.
Away from this,
All my misery.
Fallen From On HighFallen From On High2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Embrace sweet calamity,
The darkness which engulfs you now.
Apollyon, of that intrepid verse,
Now awaits, drooling with a gaping mouth.
Of temptation, the liars tongue,
Striking up the deals that bring you only to ruin
Just below, Tartarus waits for you...
And the patient welcoming shall be of no surprise.
Embrace now, bitter calamity...
The retribution that has longed for thy touch.
The clustered storm, prolonged, procrastinated,
hovers over to knock you down.
The portal, that vortex, to plunge you down.
Have you to own, no peace...
only what is allowed to your filthy hands...
numbers1 daynumbers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Self Harm Awareness Type Poem.S - is for the scars that cover your body.A Self Harm Awareness Type Poem.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
E - is for the emotions eating at you.
L - is for the life that deserves to live.
F - is for the future, hold on, you'll make it.
H - is for the hunger, after not eating for days.
A - is for the anger you feel towards yourself.
R - is for the rubbish that you think you are.
M - is for the mask you hide behind, automatically saying I'm Okay.
For anyone who self harms, I know what it's like and you don't have to be alone. Please stop hiding behind your mask, people can help.
His queen, my muse.Pomegranate seedsHis queen, my muse.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
have the most
bitter of tastes.
She is more
than a myth,
There are more
flames beneath her
skin than in all of
Hades. With every
breath she takes,
winter cries out
She is magenta.
A maiden of
jasper and agate;
lily eyelashes and
locks of supple ivy.
a hyacinth among
weeds and sweet
Slender Poem None were home.Slender Poem2 years ago in Settings More Like This
at my cabin in the woods.
I was alone.
WeeabooWeeaboo,Weeaboo7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In love with animoo,
Want to run away to the Land of the Rising Sun.
Could you teach me, please,
To read Japanese?
I envy the degree of your fandom!
O-genki desu ka?
Toire wa doko desu ka?
I didn't realize
I'm still stuck here in America.
You're so sugoi!
Can you tell me why
I can't be as kawaii as you?
Amnesia - Old CastleHe was a tall man, says the length between his footprintsAmnesia - Old Castle4 years ago in Horror More Like This
in the mud and sand in the tunnels beneath the house.
A clumsy man too, says the pile of broken glass
in the corner from a lantern accidentally dropped
when he ran for his life from nightmares untold; a smart, witty young man,
say the papers scribbled with notes
on the desk in the darkened room, lit only by oil lamps and candles.
Not a man for hiding though, says the overturned chair in the corner,
and desk drawers yanked from their holes and strewn across the floor.
He was on a mission, says the blood pools trailing the paths,
bits of flesh from once living beings bob disgustingly in the scarlet puddles
on top of cracked cobble stones; he had no weapons,
say the shattered bottles and hammer and pipe, used in a battle probably lost.
Time was running out, says the locks on their doors hastily opened
in desperate attempts to get away from it all, to seal it in the past.
And the images terrifying, say the prints in the dirt of stru
Promises Of TodayPromises Of Today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Promises Of Today
The sands of time can be unpredictable
But to mold them is impossible
And being let down is typical
I, for one, know what it's like
Having that unrelenting doubt dwell inside
And withstanding all of those tears that aren't dried
With that said
I want to help you, my dear friend
For the hope of happiness is within the reach of your hands
I need to apologize for not always being there
It's because I have my own slate
But now I'm finally here
I'm sorry I'm late
I've been where you are
I've seen what you've seen
And I was able to break through the dark
But I'll go back for you, just to help you believe
That it can get better
If you truly want it to
The era of fear can be over
It just all depends on you
But I know
That not all of us are strong enough
And that's why a lot of people tend to let go
So I am here to lend my rough hands to help you up
You are so important
Even if you don't see it
You're such a wonderful person
So I know you deserve to make it through this
A Wish Upon a StarStar light,A Wish Upon a Star6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tell me how to shine.
whisper what to say.
First star I see tonight,
will you guide my way?
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
borrow your blazing gaze.
there's a deed I need done just right.
shine bright and grant my wish I need tonight.
Letters To A Stranger - two - DistanceDear Stranger,Letters To A Stranger - two - Distance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find it thrilling just how I can watch you die,
From a good, safe distance,
I watch as you helplessly squirm from side to side,
Eyes glint with relish as the blood
trickles down your tender face,
You fall to your knees, praying to God,
But he's in his heaven, far from this place,
Your sweet believe,
Won't save you this time,
Don't you miss to freely breathe?
The devils, my grip, is too persistent,
Your thoughts mix with mine,
All tired and fading,
Now that you die, I will be fine.
~ The Nameless
CreativityCreativity is retained from birth until death.Creativity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It never fizzles out, simply hibernates.
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
HomesickThey say home is where your heart is.Homesick2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right now I wonder
if that means I am away from home,
lost on the road
between here and there,
or that I am
Silent ScreamSilent ScreamSilent Scream4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Scream you can't hear me
Yell so loud
I'm trapped inside
Help me! Help me!
Can't escape, can't move
Heart racing so frightening
Let me go!
Screaming so loud in my head
My mouth doesn't utter a sound
I scream for help
But cannot be heard.....
(C) Heather Stewart
Ode To A PencilLead marks swept across the page,Ode To A Pencil1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forming words, sentences and ideas,
Articulating fundamental truths,
An extension of the voice
That gives a writer strength to bear hardship.
What brutal insanity would prevail
If this was never again utilized?
Dear Teen MeDear teen me,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
I won´t ask you how you´re doing because I still remember very well. You´re sixteen now and ever so annoying as almost every teen is. You live with your father and his psychopathic girlfriend, who never loved her own children. You cry almost every night, hoping things will finally work out for you. That someday you will be happy. School sucks and you think you will always be alone because no one would love such an egoistic, annoying little brat like yourself. You don´t have a plan in life and your dreams for the future seem ridiculous and unlikely. You´re wearing cheap clothes and look just like you are: poor and miserable.
And there are so many things you don´t know yet. So many things you don´t want to accept. Like that our father loves you, but his women always a bit more. And that he´s very submissive to them, needing someone who tells him what to do. And of course our mother. I know you still worship her because you miss her so
Hand Cannon OverkillHand Cannon Overkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.
mirror whispererwhen the cracks in your palms leak secrets,mirror whisperer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do not try to stitch them back together with
people who don't deserve you.
you are dry elbows and skinned knees,
joints creaking ever so slightly with
last summer's memories -
(the way skin chaffed skin
voices shook in perfect unison
legs entangled like a web of hush)
bear the crookedness of your nose
like a burden of originality; you can thank God for it later.
smile like heaven's angels spit-shined your teeth.
you are a trophy
so win yourself over.
press your hands against the mirror
and tell the glass to read all that you've been through.
then, dare the reflection staring back at you
to say you're not enough.
you are greater than the disguises you decorate yourself with.
you are more than the masks you wear.
A Japanese love poem. Though I go to youA Japanese love poem.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
ceaselessly along dream paths,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking world.
yumeji ni wa
ashi mo yasumezu
utsutsu ni hitome
mishigoto wa arazu
Emotions.I hate being in a heightened emotional state,Emotions.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be it from pain, or just anguish from all life's hate.
I hate feeling like I'm about to cry, especially when I do,
Mostly how when it's in the little things, that I cry at like I do.
"What are you crying at?" Your poems to me, don't you realise?
"Why are you crying at them?" Because they're all lies.
I wish they weren't, and I wish I could believe them, I do,
But "I'm going nowhere"? You proved that wrong, didn't you?
Jennifer, I tell you again, that I love you,
But it hurts that you treat me the way you do.
I know it's not your fault, and I know we're back together,
But we broke up, and that stuff just doesn't heal right over...