RevelationsI saw Him rise and He does exist,
came and saved a sinning atheist.
Showed me light when I saw none,
paved the way for the path I'm on.
Now I know what's required of me,
the Lord has come and set me free.
With pen in hand I write this line,
and watch the stars as they realign,
Others laugh and call me names,
they'll soon perish in His flames!
None of them would take a look,
as I opened up the holy Book!
I pray and plead to join the throng,
worshipers that know Your song!
Come take me to the distant place,
insane in the arms of mad embrace!
Oh Great Lord Cthulhu!
The Moon and NeptuneWith silent grace she shines aloft.The Moon and Neptune3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Somnolent stars suffuse face soft.
Gossamer drifts of shifting clouds
cast shadows on a pearly brow.
Waves spin tales of sailors' yarns,
hidden swathes of ancient charms.
Seabirds' cries and creaking calls,
waters whipped by singing squalls.
Neptune urged with surging shifts,
destruction of the struggling skiffs.
To straggling rocks the sinking ships,
sleeping sands each sadly slips.
BirthBirthBirth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
La lune gardienne fantôme immaculée des ombres s'évapore dans le halo gigantesque du soleil levant.
Les lampadaires sont encore allumés.
Avec le soleil qui se lève, ça donne
un air féerique à la seine.
Les trainées roses caressent l'azur
comme la trace d'un doigt divin
et la sirène dans le ciel
s'efface vers des horizons plus purs
pour retrouver le cur
qui manque à sa poitrine
Ca y est, l'enfantement du jour
est terminé. Les humains pressés
peuvent aller travailler.
JOURNAL DA II - mariage homo, lave plus blancExplorons aujourd'hui la question qui occupe plus la société française que les millions de chômeurs, les déserts médicaux et la visite d'un néo-fasciste sur la tombe du général de Gaulle : le mariage joyeux, dit aussi mariage gai. Je ne comprends pas pourquoi autant de gens gueulent contre le mariage gai, en général, c'est plutôt festif, un mariage.JOURNAL DA II - mariage homo, lave plus blanc2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Examinons le point de vue des contradicteurs, ceux qui aiment le mariage triste. En gros :
"Le mariage est le fondement de la société, dont le but est de s'assurer de la continuité par la procréation. Il nécessite donc la présence d'un homme et d'une femme."
Alors, "fondement", oui, pourquoi pas ; mais c'est osé pour la nuit de noces tout de même. Et les préliminaires ? Ah, ce sont les fiançailles, suis-je bête. Donc, il y aura des fiançailles, comme la tradition l'exige. Bon, voyons ça. Mon fils pourra légalement se marier dans 9 ans. Imaginons qu'il devienne joyeux, malgré son père nihiliste. Bon. Imaginons, le v'
Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.Hollow Memory of a Distant Shore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow.
Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken.
Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.
Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..
Only a short ride from the sea.
When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.
Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating.
Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold.
Much like your heart had become..
Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.
I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes.
With the way they would trot up and down the beach in the early morning,
Their coats most often wet and muddy from crossing into the tide.
I could see the subtle enthrallment in your eyes as they dug for clams.
They would thrust their forepaws deep into the muck, throw it backward..
And at times, to my assuagement, you would smile.
Now, it feels more dist
.i would shed my skin.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with autumn, but my veins would
crack like the dry leaves
A Deal with the DemonShe lay beneath the sun's searing flareA Deal with the Demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her blood dripping
Into the silver river
Running down her cheeks
And through her hair
"Goodbye," she told the world
Once, this girl was a wealthy princess
Once she was too precious and priceless
Once, she wore the most beautiful dresses
She danced in balls of golden floors
They say the princess made a horrible deal
A deal with the demon of the gold and steel
They say the demon would give her a wheel
Of gold and diamonds if she let him "heal"
Her poor tired soul
The princess agreed for the wheel was tempting
In a matter of seconds her soul was empty
And the demon took over and was now attempting
To rule the whole kingdom and run it his way
The kingdom was corrupted, turned upside-down
And the king was murdered right beneath his crown
And the farmer was homeless and the doctor a clown
And the people rebelling, destroying each town
So they hunted the princess then left her to drown
Now the demon believed that his princess was useless
So he left her
PeonyAlone, but forPeony2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the red boots marching
cathedral heart: I
am beating echoes
in this city of the
stepping little girl's
dreams, I visit mama
in the night; but
flowers and wine won't
pay for her light.
You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.You are not an island2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,
Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.
The Curse of Octavia (Archaic Horror Story!)~7,000 words, complete story. Cookies at the end!The Curse of Octavia (Archaic Horror Story!)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a golden autumn day when I first beheld Octavia drifting through the winding woods, her small footsteps crunching over the fallen leaves. Burning crimsons, fiery oranges and washed-out browns all lay about her feet. Her hair was long, flowing auburn; her face and figure brilliant and dainty, with some elusive mesmeric grace whose origin I failed to trace. But it was her eyes that held me; they were dark liquid pools of eternity, their depths unfathomable, mysterious and serene. In those wells of midnight wonder, something wild, pagan and mischievous seemed to lurk; it was in the subtle shades of light that played across their lustre, making them flash amid the waning rays of coming dusk.
She stopped before me, seemingly arrested by my gaze. It was this that brought my senses flooding back to me. I realised, with a shock, how rudely I'd been surveying her as I lost myself in contemplation of her bewitching beauty.
I uttered a brie
the gardenerthe wildflower truths have spread to your garden,the gardener2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you cut them down like weeds,
your tired hands chopping off the head
of the hydra.
it always reappears,
stronger and more lethal.
the pain it brings is just as resilient
but you cover it up with plastic sheeting
until every emotion feels compulsory,
the smell of new cars,
lab coat white,
too clean to
but you have dirt under your fingernails,
after pulling out
roots from the ground.
you weighed them in your hands to examine their worth,
but came up with nothing,
not an ounce of the answers you hoped to find.
apart.and I was sitting in the gutterapart.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after trying for the fourth night in a row
to drown you along with
all my other ghosts
and the church
was across the street
cross lit up high in the sky
and it felt
like the complete
opposite of salvation.
it was 4am
and with the neon blue
shining in my eye line
i realised i was alone
i was utterly alone
in the saddest way possible.
don't say nothey had said,don't say no2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
long before i met you
that the truth is known for its
punch in the gut;
it picks at the skin
on your forehead till it
peels off like the zest
of a pregnant orange,
bitter on your fingers
but so sweet
on your tongue.
is a typical symptom
of truth but
no one ever said
that you would exhaust
by the time it was
my turn to listen.
slowly, and then all at onceand for once, he slips on his wedding ring, to cure the monotony. it slides over his knuckle, a perfect fit, and in the morning release of sunlight the silver gleams at him. it glares, calling him a liar: she is not a whorehouse and you are too broke to own her, you harlot, you. he buttons up, tucks in his shirt tail, and buckles his belt. the clinking of metal parts is the only sound in the room besides the dusting of her breathing beside him. and when he's gone, the only thing he leaves behind are the bruises on her collarbone.slowly, and then all at once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you find him because you're lonely, (well, it's actually the opposite.) he finds you because his wardrobe is black and his shoes are scuffed and he asks you where your castle is. you're the only princess he sees 'round here. the rain soaks into his shirt and he curses it, grinning. and damn girl, you follow him, because you think you see some kinda warmth in his ice blue eyes.
it takes you days t
fathomand since you asked,fathom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yes, this is how
I always see you:
bright toxic viridian,
like a bowlful of
like an ocean
sliced open at the
baring its frigid depths,
each tentacled squid,
each sucker and fin and
parted for me
as if I were Moses,
as if you were the Red Sea,
as if I could see
every wild thing
that teems within you
Ellie, one-oh-one.she doesn't know her name.Ellie, one-oh-one.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it isn't surprising really. it has been so long since someone said it with any vigour, any affection, that it seems almost natural for her to have forgotten it.
she has lapsed into herself. her shoulders, with their warm-hearted mammal bones, quiver and shake beneath the weight of her own uneasiness. her arms, they shiver and the bruises ripple slowly - rocks in a pond. she has turned fetal.
the voices shudder as they cry out into the emptiness of her soul, their lips casting names against her chasms. none of them stick, none of them strike open the shell of her heart and set her aflame. none of them wake her from this coma, this darkness.
the world contracts and stumbles into yet another winter around her. it freezes her bones and the leafless trees whisper apologies into her matted hair, her flaking skin. the earth sends kisses up through the soles of her feet, the sagging flesh of her backside.
the world apologizes into her and the voices cry but her stoma
Seven Sins 1: Lust (The Squire)What is this mindless mood I mourn?Seven Sins 1: Lust (The Squire)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I brush her bloody hands as she ignores my cries,
And I will not hate but say heed these sighs.
Once I desired her darling delight,
As I perished by poison to forget about her pitiful plight.
Her face fixes it's gaze upon mine,
Bordered with raven hair knotted and bold,
Was she really young or was my heart too old?
How I would watch her from atop a white hill,
Waiting until sad skies hailed a stormy sign.
What is this elusive emotion I elope?
I touch her taut lips as she walks by me,
And I do not stop but ask when will she see?
Once I lusted her loving lamentation,
As I stared in silence for her scarlet seduction.
Her face fades it's smile away now,
Sullied with pale rain marred and still,
Was she really evil or was my mind too ill?
How I would wander to see her in a red town,
Tormenting until glad ghosts wailed a grisly glow.
What is this fearsome feeling I feel?
I catch her cold eyes as she passes me by,
And I cannot help but ask why did she die?
A l'emotion...Les prémices d'une décompositionA l'emotion...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Du rêve de l'ange qui ne saute pas
En délices et troubles émanations
D'un enfer qui ne brûlerait pas.
Tout est scindé, coupé, friable
Mis dans de petites cases, si sécable,
Et pourtant le monde, qui se veut un,
S'effrite lentement, Oh pauvre Diable.
Est-ce un rêve qui n'en finirait pas,
Si hermétique, indéchiffrable
Où l'arraison des indécents
Brise la pudeur des faibles âmes,
Ou bien un cauchemar de limbes boueuses
Si épaisses qu'on y verrait trop bien
Les fils de fer qui lient les vives marionnettes,
Toi, moi, et eux, nous croyant libres pourtant.
Mais les étoiles sont là, regarde,
Elles brillent plus fort pour nous ce soir,
Et dansent un ballet hypnotique,
En traînées blanches, brillantes, ivoires.
Ivres d'un destin possible,
Empruntons le chemin,
Suivons le cour des choses,
Mais pas à l'aveugle,
icaruslast nighticarus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found the curve of a lunar eclipse
in my spine, indentations
left by Daedalus in my shoulders,
the constellations wired stitches
for my broken wrists—
I've always wanted to see a sunset
from the sky, watch the clouds
(my fingers are too rough to
catch them in my palms)
they roll over each other
as mortal oceans,
if I can see the world
blacken when I'm in the sky,
I've sewn on mechanical wings and
we're just waiting for the sun to melt us to wax.
what they didn't tell mei was three when i looked up into thewhat they didn't tell me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saw the stars.
those lights twinkled at me,
told me their names &
they showed me how to tie knots,
taught me how to dance, &
how to appreciate something when you thought you
draco said he never looked away,
but he must have because
i was pushed.
i fell and not even pegasus could catch me.
they never told me how to love,
but maybe they don’t know quite what it means
to be star-crossed.
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying starsWishmaster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
Love's Cold WhisperNot a whisper, not a thought,Love's Cold Whisper2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Though alone I walk,
I feel the cost,
And every day, I'm chilled by frost.
And every year, the thoughtful few
Sing to me to lessen my pain,
It never cleans,
My soul's blood stain,
And soft sweet voices become my bane.
And every life I've lived as yet
Has seen me walk alone.
And even the radiant light
The sun has shown
Can do nothing to warm my bones.