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.
.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
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
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
apart.and I was sitting in the gutterapart.1 year 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 no1 year 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.
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.
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?
fathomand since you asked,fathom1 year 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
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.
Ellie, one-oh-one.she doesn't know her name.Ellie, one-oh-one.1 year 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
Four-and-Twenty CultistsSing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).Four-and-Twenty Cultists2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw angels dance with devils
under winter's crystal sky.
Old men passed between them,
crying "Dead men never die!"
Then the oceans fell before us,
as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.
Now Satan awakes slowly,
like shadows on the sands.
Together we beg forgiveness,
as he lacerates our hands.
The landscape lies broken,
as stones roll through the hills.
Stars are growing brighter,
fed by blood of untold kills.
Death bends his toxic breath,
exuding nameless streams.
and crimson coloured dreams.
How one Dead Views the LivingMy life had always been painted in sombre greys. In death, how it blossoms!How one Dead Views the Living2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the rains come, the watery drops fall like tears of ink: echoing and dancing across sparkling sapphire puddles. The sun, a golden mystic orb, shedding its beauty on all it touches.
I see rustic weather-beaten cragged faces of the old, set with eyes of faded blue. I behold bright smiles and blushes upon the fat cheeks of the young. My ears prickle with the twirling thousand-noted song of birds. The beauty of all these things I never observed in life, now bursts upon my ripened senses - in death.
In a trance I view this new-found paradise. Life, I have come to realise, is most beautiful to the spectator. The spectator has no need for understanding or judgement.
I look upon a derelict dilapidated street, filthy with squalor. I cast my eyes over the crumbling paintwork of rotting window frames, housing broken panes. Here and there sickly weeds break through mouldering masonry.
Oh what a picture, what a spectac
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.
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.
ReminderI was sitting by myself on the cement, looking up at the stars.Reminder2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their all so pretty....the way they shine, I always wonder if they have a thought process, because some nights, they seem as if they want to hide, and just fade away into the sky.
But strangely, when I need to find that one star, that was hidden for nights at a time,
it would appear, as if it heard me calling its name.
And as I looked up upon the star, I just knew that everything would be fine.
When the time was right, it would disappear, and I would just go on with my life, and look at all the other stars, still thinking about that one.
It was different from the rest, it had a aura of its own. It was so bright, it lit up the sky around
it as if it was its very own moon, but inside of its pure radiance, was its own shade of blue.
It was almost sad.
I say that, because even though it appeared down, it seemed as if it was happy about something else, it was strange.
It was as if the star itself had just found out s
ApsaraFind me sunken into theApsara2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lotus field, bathing skin silvergreen,
waist-deep and pink
in sunset, and we will cry:
for three-faced elephants,
for the dancers threading grace
between their fingertips—
until I dress in the heaviness,
a sarong of heat.
OffrandesMes restes ont menti. Dépouille infertile J'ai pleuré du mensonge. Immense fondement sans valeur. Effondrement des voûtes surplombant le doute. J'ai galvanisé l'horreur dans mes larmes. J'ai ensorcelé l'espoir. Les yeux cousus. La langue tranchée. J'ai vécu un monde. J'ai déçu les armes. Abandonnées. Cachées du ciel. Les coureurs du vide m'ont rattrapé. Affalé. Nonchalant. J'ai capitulé sans lever les yeux. Je suis devenu leur porteur. J'ai incarné le vide. J'ai marché jusqu'au néant. Leur maître. Et l'esclave d'esclave est devenu pitance sans goût. Je n'ai pas su être sa gourmandise. Je n'ai pas pu vivre dans sa bouche. Et mourir dans sa gorge. J'ai roulé contre ses dents. J'ai glissé sous sa langue. Et je suis tombé de sa bave. Rejeté de la bouche. Comme une glaire. J'ai roulé. Je n'ai pas su le satisfaire. Néant parmi le vide. Et j'ai roulé. Jusqu'auOffrandes2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
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.