Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks
He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win
The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night
The LieIt hides alone, buried, concealedThe Lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mistrust, betrayal, never to be healed
A blemish on the human soul
Colder than ice and blacker than coal
The threads it weaves stay locked in place
Hiding the truth from many a face
And as it continues to defy
The truth is revealed
As is the lie
Silent DeathOlder and wiser,Silent Death1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing my pain,
Severed the vain.
Long to forget,
Past to leave,
Into the distance,
Blood soaked sleave.
Feeling the cold,
Chilled to bone,
Curtains of flesh,
Closed the world,
Sounds ever distant,
Fading with time,
Silence at last,
The end of my rhyme.
Her eyesIn the flame of the last candleHer eyes1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Floats an air I can't explain,
A dark mood I cannot handle
In the house of miss Lorraine.
In this room with shady lighting,
I look rigidly around,
Hoping nothing uninviting
Would approach without a sound.
Maddened by this constant dread,
That has crept into my soul,
I have not escaped, instead
I have lost all self control.
I cringe as the wait grows longer
For I start feeling a stare
That, in time, was getting stronger
With the smell of this thick air.
But the waiting was in vain
For I knew that it was hiding
And I tried remaining sane
As my nerve started subsiding.
Soon, the candle lost it's vigor
And the flame was barely burning
But I felt her eyes get bigger
As she gave into the yearning.
I don't wish to say goodbye
And accept such a demise
But no matter how I try
I cannot escape her eyes.
The True Death(Inspired by Chapter 54 of The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel; Book 3- The Sorceress)The True Death1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone needs to remember
The person who loved
The person who cared
The person who lived
The person whose sweat
Drop by drop
Shaped his life
His future, his destiny
That future is now a past
His hopes and wishes
But he needs to be remembered
Remembered for his deeds
Remembered for his misfortunes
Remembered for his actions
Remembered for his sins
He laughed, he smiled
He is now ash
He played, he worked
Now he's gone
He was varied
At times blooming and bursting
Sullen and depressed
His spectrum shines on
Time will not stale
If he is remembered
He is forever lost
In the realm of murky indifference
Just another soul
Of countless billions
They will look past
Blasé and uncaring
What is his life
Compared to the multitude
But without perspective
His life suddenly becomes
A rich tapestry
Woven with a billion billion strands
He shivered in
A Challenge to ThanatosYou hear the sneers beneath your laughter,A Challenge to Thanatos1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.
Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.
Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.
Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotion has left you and oh, does it grieve.
Torn apart by the unknown you so fear,
Where the knight is kept in a little girl’s dream.
Dreading for the day you finally get to breathe,
For now you’re still stuck gasping in your coffin.
Remember though in your deepest of depths,
Exists a single string gliding from the web.
Whispering softly like t
*Fairytale*Took a magic carpet ride*Fairytale*1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Full of excitment we did glide
Over sea to far off land
Where wizard with wave of hand
Showed us worlds of fantasy
Adventure and of mystery.
Went sailing on 'Spanish Main'
Treasure chest so tightly chained
Jolly Roger hauled up high
Prow of ship with beak and eye
Captain with a wooden leg
Swigging brandy from a keg.
Sinbad the sailor next to meet
Very kindly he did greet
Glad to show us his domain
Here we go.... to sea again
Ocean heaving, lost sea legs
In borrowed clothes, sailor threads.
Flew eastward sadly Aladdin was out
Rubbed the lamp, with major doubt
Genie erupted with ferocious shout
Aladdin had serious magical clout
Fright of my life, real freak-out!
Warts on my story begining to sprout.
Over the sea carpet glides
Back to house where I reside
Fairytale memories do abide
Dreaming deeply slither and slide
Fantastic moments here described
Cross my heart I have not lied.
Road of a WandererA wanderer knows no company.Road of a Wanderer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He knows he is too different from other people.
Too much to be able to find a clear place to fit it.
He never allows anyone to accept him.
He never lets anyone in.
He wears the mask he forged for himself.
He migrates, never staying in one place for too long.
He keeps moving forward because whenever he stops, he looks back.
And all he sees is the darkness of his past.
In that darkness exists a shadow.
A shadow of regret.
A shadow he cannot accept.
A shadow that slowly follows along behind him.
He moves forward not because he wants to.
He moves forward because he has to.
He fears that shadow he cannot accept.
He fears it will finally catch up to him.
He fears what will then come next.
From time to time he stops to catch his breath.
He takes a look around, only to see no one left ,right or ahead.
He takes another look back.
Once again the shadow is there.
Slowly catching up.
He stares at it for a moment.
At times like this he cannot help but think it is a mirr
A Writer's PurgatoryOnly sounds came out of the locked room at the end of the corridor -A Writer's Purgatory1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those of pen gliding across paper.
Inside, darkness, with the exception of a small, bleak desk light,
The writer leaned forward,
Putting everything down with mad haste.
Around him, the skeletons of his past laid, spread across the room -
Giving him inspiration while filling him with fear and madness.
At times he swore he could hear them speak,
After all, whenever he turned around, they were starring at him with a big smile on face.
Oh, how he had grown to enjoy that eeriness -
Smiling right on back.
Sometimes even starring at them for hours on end.
Telling them how he truly felt.
Of course, they willingly listened to his glorious speech filled with regret.
Never judging, staying silent until the end.
The graveyard silence was one of those gifts he could never receive any place, but in this room.
A solitude which was eternal and melancholic.
Melancholy that's exactly why he enjoyed it.
It had become somethin
StorybooksStorybooks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch your oldest storybooks now slowly come to life
Giants rule the kingdoms with their shining silver knife
Princesses are locked in towers, skies do turn to grey
Knights in shining armor take their swords and turn away
Wondrous, sparkling forests die away in crystal rain
Hush the youngest children, for today they die in pain.
Watch your oldest storybooks become a haunting thought
Blood upon the pretty gowns and bodies left to rot
Hush the youngest children for the greatest of all crimes
Let them see that stories aren't just once upon a time...
SymbiosisApnoea reigns,Symbiosis1 year 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.
Moonlight PerfectionI'm writing this by moonlight - the eerie glow of a full moon, to be exact. I'm wondering if you remember how we marvelled at a full moon, promising to use it as a medium in which to speak to each other, even while separated by thousands of thousands of miles. Of course we wouldn't hear each other, we figured, but we'd always know. That's how love works.Moonlight Perfection1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm not sure if you've blocked out the memory or not. I am sure that you know which memory I speak of - we have many, but there's nothing quite as special as dancing at midnight at the foot of a swan-flocked pond, despite the absence of music. The swans watched us, and I swear that by the time our pattern became clear, they joined us. Their famously beautiful necks kissed the looming branches of our favorite willow tree as they swayed to our rhythm, and at that moment, the species barrier dissipated. Love is universal, after all.
You would pull me closer to fight the biting wind, constantly whispering sweet nothings to keep the smile o
Chronos is CruelHe sits patiently, upon gilded throneChronos is Cruel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Defying withering and aging of bone
On surface, all appears calm and steady
Unchanging as stone, forever ready
Appearing as an eccentric sage
Time holds no meaning for the cryptic mage
Beneath, his mind, fractured by time
Is a final haven, his sole lair
He can sleep, he can eat, he can talk, he can blink
But most dangerous of all, he can think
Think, for lack of a better word
His thoughts float free, unhindered but blurred
He gazes ironically
At the shifting world
At what destiny unfurled
His eyes, long gone
Stare at naught but time
He watches churlishly, blasé and wanton
Unable to see miracles sublime
The threads of time curl round his form
An unstoppable, immeasurable, mighty storm
He plays with them, then casts them back
Far from their intended track
Master of Time, Ruler of All
Waiting for eternity in his intangible hall
Chronos is cruel, Chronos is fey
A raving lunatic with feet of clay
Chronos is cruel, Chronos is biase
ProfaneFlames running over my body,Profane1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
burning vividly my skin.
Your devilish hands and tongue
covering my whole being with sin.
In vain, I attempt some resistance...
How can your touch be so profane?
I surrender to your treacheries, and
like a prayer, repeat your name.
There's no longer any purity in me,
and corruption becomes my elation,
Still, every time we're close like this
is when I really believe in salvation.
The Unholy RiderThe unholy rider came,The Unholy Rider1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To deliver you to mourning and majesty.
Discarded fate and desire drove him,
To that cold desert where you lay.
The ancient weapon at the ready,
He stepped into your faithful fortress,
Cold bliss and perpetual wrath stand,
In those timeless eyes of his.
White moon flew after summers set,
Watching for that moment of grace and glory.
His cloak flowed long and heavy,
Woven of shrieking fire and slumbering shadows.
His mare screamed in coldest night,
Mane ablaze with undying fury.
You waited, patient and silent;
For that unholy rider.
He raised a dark sword,
Flashing with flawed perfection.
You never shook for icy fear,
Crown high and noble in rising moonlight.
As the final farewell passed through your lips,
The sword became red with blood.
As false king fell,
And great God rose,
We watched him ride lonely and unholy.
That once warrior of virtue;
Was vanquished, proud and true.
Lucifer's fallLucifer's fall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.
Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.
You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.
I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.
I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.
I can feel you all over,
My body is sinful,my soul is almost gone
I know the taste of your scent,love,
And I know your body is still warm.
And one day,I just felt the known heat;
I felt your lips on my neck,your arms around me
I looked at the mirror,how fucking good we are together.
And in that darkness,I knew,you'll never leave.
I Prayed For RainDear God,I Prayed For Rain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I prayed for rain yesterday.
Rain to rinse the sprawling greens that lay across my home,
To wash the coats of the goats that graze there, so peacefully,
To clean the mildew from that rotting hut where the old man lives.
To cleanse my lips, for they are dirty with half-hearted lies.
I prayed for a warm, soft rain.
For a cold rain would make the grasses shiver and shrivel, and
the goats to mewl uncomfortably as they retreated into the darkness.
The old man would simply turn and hide in his aging hut of cold, cold stones.
And my lips? They would harden with the lies I coat them with.
I want a shower to dance in.
So the grasses could tickle my feet as I twirled into the light, and
the goats would shyly come forward to watch, to listen to my rhythm
The old, old man might peek between the cracks in the stones,
And laughter would crack at the lies on my lips.
Give me a rain, dear Lord,
for the Sun is burning at the grasses, killing them slowly,
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
BrughIn the dark depths of the dank castleBrugh1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Starts the single solitary sound of the silvery notes of a violin
Flowed by the fluid feeling evoked by a flute
In the cavernous hall, filled with chandeliers and bedecked with candles
The Lords and Ladies dance lithely
Their magnificent magics mingling
Interweaving to create interesting, inspiring images
Top hats twirling, tailcoats swirling
Dark dresses of damask dancing.
Along comes Arrogance, alone
He hunts hungrily, high and low
For knowledge he knows he must find
But the result is radically, ridiculously different
From what, from who, from when, from why
All of these pale into a pallid painting in comparison.
He finds what he's lost
Then loses it again
In the blink of an eye
Then he loses
Neutron StarBeacon in the hollow darkNeutron Star1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For ancient travelers of space
Once lit with a great birth spark
Now shines like emptiness' face
Many worlds she's seen arising
And many of them burn and fall
But without loving or despising,
Her light she gave to one and all
But then came a day of mighty fire!
Though cool inside, a light explodes
Out of nothing, arises a great pyre
As a Phoenix from a burning globe
This fresh inferno shortly lives
But all may witness from afar
How the galactic power gives
To Universe, a Neutron Star
The HumThe city hums as toxic smokeThe Hum1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Coils in the air like a snake,
Grasping at the sky pulsating
Grayish color in its wake.
Tall buildings suffocating
Uniformed workers in search for
The nearest subway train,
Emotion stuffed amidst bodies rushing.
Beady eyes scan surrounding terrain,
Sweat rolls down open pores,
Warm breath stains cool air
As bodies litter the sidewalk stains.
Sly glances shared reveal the wear
The metal tombs have exacted
On the soul of the unwilling,
How will they offer any care?
Metal compresses against metal,
Love and hate are merged in one,
Dark smoke coils in the air
Blotting out the unseen city.
A Graceful WarriorSweet and low may I carry you throughA Graceful Warrior1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Light to touch but a shield
Rest your eyes and keep them shut
So I may craddle you tenderly close
Through harms way
Loosing MusicTears drop to white wood as the piano criesLoosing Music2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shimmering beauty that she could once rise
Has become a whirlwind of imperfection
Because she can no longer feel affection
To the shimmering beauty that was her art
A voice to say that she was a part
Of the utter ethereal musical highs
The voice has faded into scolding lies
A ShadowA shadowA Shadow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is an empty image
Of their soul..
When the sun goes down,
Leaves no physical mark..
The only person
Who loves you
And will never say goodbye
Or betray you
Is that shadow..
Will disappear within time..
Nothing lasts forever
Time keeps ticking..
Crying over someone
Is worth the experience..
But a shadow
Would mean so much more..
Then regret filled tears
No Man Left BehindThe wind pounds sleet into my face, drenching me in freezing water yet again. My gloved hands clutch the rope tightly, the only real thing in the swirling blizzard. At a lower altitude, I'd have climbed with bare hands, but at this height, not wearing gloves meant losing fingers to frostbite. Despite my thick gloves, I can feel the blisters on my hands. My entire body feels numb, the heavy-duty Gore-tex jacket that I wear over two other layers of clothing doing little to prevent the chill from seeping in. I shiver, and suddenly lose my footing, stumbling into the snow.No Man Left Behind1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Careful," my climbing buddy, Mike, says, his voice muffled by his scarf. "It's a dangerous place up here."
It was true. The mountain was a tough beast to conquer. Annapurna, the third-tallest mountain in the Himalayas and one of the tallest in the world, had a deadly arsenal that it was just itching to unleash on me. It's one the most inhospitable places on—or off— the planet: it's said that it's easier to be rescued f