Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
A Woman Most FagileI am a woman most fragileA Woman Most Fagile1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A being scarred by society
Cracked by misinterpreted action
Words thrown at me like rocks
Shattering my frail glass walls
An easy anxiety fix
Gluing broken ends
Putting my pieces back together-
Though cracks and chipped edges
The evidence of my pain
L i n g e r s.
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15B(continued from Part A)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15B1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)
The best thing to happen after Harriet had awoken came the following day when Madame Pomfrey and Miss Momori finally relented and allowed all of her friends to come and visit her. Absent amongst them was Dora, who Hermione explained was still spending time with Nicolas and Perenelle before they finally passed away. Harriet felt sorry for Dora, and even quite guilty, but somehow as she sat there in bed, recounting the true tale of what had happened after she had gotten through the fire, seeing the looks of wonder and concern on her friends' faces, Harriet couldn't help but smile.
Her friends were a very good audience. Hermione actually shrieked when Harriet told them about Voldemort's face in the back of Quirrell's head. They also told Harriet their own stories in return. Kieran it turned out had made it all the way to the owlery, sending off the owl. He'd then returned to the t
ListenCan you hear meListen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to my cries
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen
Maybe you can't hear me
I'm just not loud enough
Life's EndThese grey days are made by dark mindsLife's End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And madness is the leader of humanity
Under pale light we are dying slowly
Only chosen souls might be strong enough
They lost their true path
They erased the meaning of our lives
Now the rivers filled with blood
Soon, everything will end here
The nature is fading from this world
Fallen leaves are witnesses to our battles
Where we kill each other everyday
Where the ground covers our past
Tasteless air, unseeing eyes
Falling without desire to keep a height
Life is lost
Mankind on the verge of disappearance
Only the hope remained which after an agony
Once the life will revive again
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,Beauty1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.
Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.
Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
I Will Go OnI will go onI Will Go On2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though you're gone
My heart will grow back
Even though I lack
The very thing that helped me
Continue to live and let me see
The true worth
Of my life upon the cruel Earth
I promise when it appears
Even if I have to wait for years
I will get over you
Just like you want me to
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seeth
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,The Poet's Quill1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
Say that forever is more than just a wordWait, that is what I did, I waited.Say that forever is more than just a word1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spent my life waiting-
Waiting, On you ;
To change, waiting ,
On you to become someone I could love again.
I waited, clinging to some unrealistic hope,
Something so surreal :
For you to come back.
Not return, I didn't wait on your return.
I waited, for you to come back.
The seconds crawled as I waited,
Counting the grains of sand in the hour glass.
Yet still I waited.
Charades parading at my door.
Ignored them and waited.
As I waited , I remembered :
A promise of forever.
Our forever dwindled my love,
It was slipping by as I waited.
New faces in your life,
Meaningless you called them,
I watched them come and go ,
All fading away as I waited.
My forever fading with them.
And then, so did you.
While I waited, you faded my love.
Your forever was over,
Mine continued as I waited.
I waited for forever to be over.
Somehow , I was still waiting for you,
For you to come back.
Not return, I didn't wait on your
RainRain trickles down my window paneRain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying diamond tears
Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph
Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses
A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love
I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed
I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle
Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me
Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
And we say goodbye to the remnants of the vanishing rain
DreamscapesCinnamon swirls stretch you a smile,Dreamscapes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
while sitting legs underneath
on a wool rug, swayed by the music
of the waves beating
on our glass box.
The first sun-ray of the morning
sprays light between
words of old full of warmth,
hatching the wordlings on our lips.
As you take a sip of your
flavoured apple tea,
I drink the bitter black one
sweetened with milk
and a little bit of honey;
just like your tales of
south of the border,
west of the sun,
and my futile attempts
to leash that bitch of a muse.
All is well until
a desolate reason makes
the ocean break us;
and before words drift apart,
you pull them out of the flood,
and rebreath them:
"In a dream within a dream,
where people's faces are pale,
tired and beautiful because of it;
ours are different and alike.
They glow on sunlight
and read a craving for home.
My high heels and your all-stars;
Moving through different streets;
Stepping on different stones,
but alight with the same fire.
Mandatory stops along the way
seem infinite and hard t
Death's Lullaby.Life drained from its former passion,Death's Lullaby.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
hung on the thin thread of luck.
The rules are simple, comical.
Either you stay still or you die.
Sinking deeper, engulfed in unwrought nigritude.
Slate black faces,
buried inside shadows of hoods,
Bony fingers cruddle grinning sculps,
caressing fear as if it were an infant.
Hollow screams echo eternally like a melody
through unsought caverns.
As Death sang a lullaby.
A glass bottom moonLying across the expanse ofA glass bottom moon3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight
that slips past the sun king while
happiness from yesterday's warmth
seeps into my spine
making me believe for a while
that all of me is whole again
as I once was.
To feel the sand churn
between fingers and toes
each time the tide comes in,
lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight.
EmptyAs the dead leaves fall,Empty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So will our hearts,
They never feel the way they could,
I will always feel the way I should,
Simply full of black,
Never looking forward,
For fear of fallng back.
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bringDreams2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky
By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule
Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth
Grief of a GhostThe light I always imaginedGrief of a Ghost1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The transportation I have longed
Have not come of this new state
What have I done to be so wronged?
All around me has not changed
The house I always knew
And the walls the same color
The air the same hue
Yet when I lift my hand
In front of my cold face
I see right through the figure
Barely a line left to trace
As I take a step, or clench my fist
I feel my limbs as floating gossamer
My whole form is but a mist
I never imagined it would be like this
When I ceased to exist
I hear in the next room
Cries of weep and woe
Familiar cries of my mother, my father
But never of such unequalled sorrow
Quickly I rush into the room
To see lament so loathsome
I place my hand on my father's shoulder,
To the shock I can't help but succumb
No touch have I felt
My hand has gone right through
As if nothing was there
Can this horror be true?
Loudly I call out his name
Doesn't seem to hear
I cry out, louder louder, still
Does he not know I'm here?
Into The WoodsInto the woodsInto The Woods1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where the wildflowers grow
Where the s e c r e t s tend to hide
Lies a place, which few people know
An old, b r o k e n house
Fit for a family of two
Nestled deep within the woods
A young woman and her granny too
All dressed in red
It’s time to play
Little does she know
She’s got a new companion that’s there to stay
He watches from the shadows
A guardian of the night
There to keep her company
But instead brings fear and fright
He means no harm
A beast misunderstood
A sheep in wolf’s clothing
A faithful friend, if he could
The moon shines bright
Across the sunken path
She’s all by herself
Is this my chance, finally, at last?
Face to face, nose to nose
It all seems too s u r r e a l
Her breath catches, my eyes glow
She surely doesn’t think she’s my next meal?
“Hey little girl, it’s just me;
Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite.”
Do You Remember?Do you remember that poem you wrote me?Do You Remember?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, I found it the other day.
It was in my jacket pocket.
I didn't know one piece of paper
Could bring back so many memories.
It's amazing how long it has been
Since you gave it to me.
I am thankful that
I had you in my life.
All the good and bad times,
They made us that much stronger.
Thank you for coming into my life.
Thank you loving me.
I couldn't have asked for anything better.
So you see what a simple
Piece of paper with words on it can do.
It made me remember why I cared so much.
It made me remember you,
So thank you for writing it.
if you loved me thenif you loved me then1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If it was to be so
If future is pre-written
And if you loved me then,
Why don't you anymore?
If we are but dust
In form and function
And faith is idle unction,
Why did you my heart entrust?
If Heaven hails the meager
And Hell seeks sinners
In games without winners,
Why were you so eager?
Flightless birds stand tall
In the wake of bad weather
Enjoying a lack of feather,
Why, then, must I fall?
What You Do To MeWhat You Do To Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Imagine your greatest worries just a pebble on the path you walk
Easily forgotten and unnoticed
They bounce around, get pushed aside
And though one may get caught in your shoe,
They seem easier to deal with, temporarily to forever
Imagine your spirits walk high above you
They dance and sing the cheeriest of songs
And the most beautiful
They lift you up by the corners of your mouth
And keep you going
Imagine your head flowing with all your favorite music
Filling your soul with all different feelings
Even the saddest songs seem to keep you up
You walk feeling fresh with the music flowing through you
Like a cool stream that the sun shines on through the trees
Imagine our heart pounding to the beat
Full of joy and care
Full of love for more than you would normally even notice
When it finds something to hold onto and reason to keep beating,
It beats harder as you see them grow closer with every step
Imagine feeling alive and having a purpose for it
Not a step tires you
They keep you going
A Friend called Death...She had always been able to see it.A Friend called Death...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That dark shadow that pulled the world in gloom.
Ever since she was a child.
Her eyes saw that death wasn't just life's end.
He was her only friend.
Her parents didn't listen to the teacher's worries.
'Just an imaginary friend,' they'd say.
But this imaginary friend never went away.
Anger grew in the young girl.
She would scream at her parent's.
"I hate them. I want them to die,"
She didn't know death was on her side.
Words she could never take back.
Death had hurt her.
Ripped her from her soul.
Making her lose control.
She pushed away all her friends.
She pushed away the boy she loved.
She pushed away life with all she could.
A broken girl.
Ridden with guilt.
She was saved.
He told her it wasn't her fault.
That death wasn't going to hurt her while she lived her life.
That death was part of the circle of life.
He was the beginning.
He was her lover.
He was her protector.
He was her life.
And when death finally came.
She greated him as an old friend.