DreamscapesCinnamon swirls stretch you a smile,Dreamscapes3 years 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
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love3 years 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.
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15BThis deviation is now defunct. It can now be read in full with part A at: http://fav.me/d5g9apaThe Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15B3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
(continued from Part A)
(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 tu
A Woman Most FagileI am a woman most fragileA Woman Most Fagile3 years 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.
A glass bottom moonLying across the expanse ofA glass bottom moon2 years 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.
Hang myselfTonight,Hang myself2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind is howling
My chest is panting
and the dogs are restless
and I stare, mosquito stains on the wall
I'm just floating in this bed
Drained and full of wrinkles
and needles in the palms
I want to grab myself, take it off,
Hang it from the shoulders
Put it somewhere dry and clean
Tell me to rest for the night
Let the wrinkles loose
let the sweat of the day dry
and this heart have a shut-eye
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,Beauty3 years 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.
SchizoThe hallucinations are haunting my mindSchizo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to mutilate my flesh
My straitjacket is too tight
The room is too narrow
The doctor came to see me
A dose of medical drugs and I see the monsters
The treatment is dangerous
He nourishes my own madness
My guardian is a pervert
One night I will plant my pencil in his asshole
and the doctor will swallow my anti-anxiety medication
SymbiosisApnoea reigns,Symbiosis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
Say that forever is more than just a wordI became a part of your past on the day that I met youSay that forever is more than just a word3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we first spoke and as words spilled out,
The present was elapsing and even now as I stare out into the audience
Trying to place your face,
knowing that you're not here,
the past is pulling me.
Looking back, yes , looking back.
It's something I've been doing a lot.
They say I shouldn't
But they are always telling us what to do
And what's it to them anyway ?
When I feel as though you've taken a slug hammer and battered my heart
They don't feel it.
And when I kiss those lips that my soul rocketing into the clouds,
They don't feel that either.
In all the time I've spent with you,
we have shared experiences that can't quite compare to landing on the moon.
But the moon has nothing on feeling you breathing against me while we sleep.
Everyone equates sex with intimacy, but for most of us out there who have had our fair share of experiences
that isn't always true.
Imtimacy to me was the feel of your hand slipping underneath my back as yo
Death's Lullaby.Life drained from its former passion,Death's Lullaby.3 years 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.
Don't fall in love with a poetDon’t fall in love with a poetDon't fall in love with a poet7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because we can find beauty in anything
and we won’t let it go;
I fell in love with a boy because I thought the crooked
line of his mouth was a mirror image of mine,
fell in love with him because his nails were square like
headstones and I wanted to bury myself in him.
Don’t fall in love with a poet
because we notice the minutiae in every face
and we orbit like strung out satellites;
I fell in love with a girl because when she cried her skin
blossomed like an over-ripe peach, and I wondered
if I would swallow the stone by accident when I kissed her.
Don’t fall in love with a poet
because we can’t let go of the quirks we collect.
we exist like mirrors, without an object we are a blank slate
and the one thing we can’t stand are blank spaces,
that’s why we fill pages with ink to cover the silence of
-our parents’ marriage, dissolving like salt in water, but still leaving a bitter taste acrid in your mouth;
Sunflower KissesSunflower kisses dance across my skinSunflower Kisses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laying down in a field of wheat in the afternoon.
You appear almost out of nowhere
and lay down next to me as you were meant to be.
The sun hurts my eyes,
as I squint at the clouds and try to make shapes.
You stare at me and I try to think,
yet the more you stare the harder it is to ignore.
Do you want the sun?
Ya, the sun.
Everyone gives the moon as a gift,
but to me, the only thing that can rival your charm
is the suns great shine,
and even then when you emerge outside
the suns grows dark and burnt.
You never were a poet
I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
thinking of that one line.
I like the sun.
Then I'll wrangle the sun,
all for you.
We laid in the suns warmth
of sunflower kisses
and the tickles of wheat instead of grass
and nothing else mattered in the world.
I love you.
I love you too.
StardustI love your stars.Stardust2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They cast upon the mountaintops,
A promise of the coming sun.
An assurance of protection
Of our glorious moon.
A wink of a twinkle
In our fantastic dark sky,
Is a reminder,
Of the majesty of kingdoms above.
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,The Poet's Quill3 years 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.
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty3 years 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
Odyssey of LoveWhere a Tale of fate glimmered dimOdyssey of Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the Twilight veil spread softly ..
Her gaze cast in starry lustre gleaming
A temptress poised in the Night,
Or moon-enamour'd Lover dreaming
My lust awash in a howl of wolves;
To her kiss I fled across sultry-skies
Where, unto thy lips I hath perish'd
And oft, in pray'r would I pursue thee,
Impaled by day's vermillion light
I wandered across a thousand years,
Disassembled in Love’s odyssey
O’ how the Moon whisper’d rapture —
Across silv'ry peaks pale and fleeting
And I stood famished in her dew,
Till her scent soaked into my skin
And fiercely did her tongue beseech!
Like flam'd-Ravens hunting the wind
Stars fell in the plumes of her song
O’er a golden sea she kiss’d the ashes
And her lips undressed with fervour;
Ablaze in the fields of my naked soul
— Arthur Crow © 2014
CalibanCaliban1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say this place
is the brothel
of my thoughts -
dirty gods and vacant wombs,
left at the top of these stairs,
but forgotten when the world skips a beat
and light crawls its way
to the bottom.
I watch what moves
from the window -
that brave new world -
and know I am piecemeal,
unmade and too rough to the touch,
my kiss an unborn thing.
I sucked from my mother's teat
sour as summer nettles
to be my wormwood,
bereft of fine manners
or a back to hang them on.
But all is not as it seems.
I only play the monster
when the crowd demands blood,
for my back breaks
like any other man,
my visage worthy of grace;
and I can feel my thoughts soar
the deft sparks of spring
longing to be uncaged
when beauty comes unbidden
and my sullen hide
shall turn like the worms in June
into something glorious.
,your love for me is a burning fire, you say.,2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but love, i taste her ashes on your lips.
Siren's SongSweet notes fill mine ear,Siren's Song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And leads me to a cove.
Crystal clear blue,
Trickles down the grey rocks ,
Twinkling before they hit the mass.
The song grows louder, clear, sultry,
A woman on a reef,
Hair lustrous and length,
With her arms open wide,
Now singing mine name.
Alas, get too close,
My demise comes near.
A siren's song,
Is like Pandora's Box,
With a bitter sweet tune.
Don't Come to AmericaDon’t come to America,Don't Come to America2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You think its the land of the free,
Don’t come to America,
Stay and let it be,
Its a plague in disguise,
Corroded in corruption,
Praised for its freedom,
With a financial condition,
Its history started out great,
Like every revolution does,
Yet time seems to fade away,
But congress is not like it was,
Don’t come to America,
You’ll only find confliction,
Don’t come to America,
Based upon a candy viewed prediction
Lovers Of The NightStrangers out of sight,Lovers Of The Night3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are like a pair of lovers dancing,
When dying daylight turns to newborn night.
Hearts pound as they start their ritual of romancing,
By tears on train-tracks where no hate could be tonight.
Was their pairing of love so naïve?
That their passion became a pain to prolong,
Forever feelings distorted as to who to believe.
They never knew it was meant to be wrong,
But birds break the morning mist with sweet song.
Lovers out of light,
Are like a couple of strangers kissing,
When sombre sunlight turns to melancholic moonlight.
Minds beat as they decease their cult of consorting,
By roars of railways where no sorrow could be right.
Was their daring of hope so ignorant?
That their wonder became a wound to wake,
Ever emotions contorted as to what they want.
They never knew it was meant to be forbidden,
But young yearnings should not keep heartbeats hidden.