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 Lie3 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
Reflected InspectionReflected InspectionReflected Inspection3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.
Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.
Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.
Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.
Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.
Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.
Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.
Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.
Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.
Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wonder how I would look if I lost some weight.
Slapping my overlapping thighs repeatedly, persuading them to become firmer.
Grasping the pair of scissors at my throat with the intent of committing my own murder.
Thinking to myself how can anyone ever find me remotely attractive?
And how can I ever expect myself to be regularly sexually active.
With me looking
I Prayed For RainDear God,I Prayed For Rain3 years 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,
I Am AddictionI’m past it,I Am Addiction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?
The True Death(Inspired by Chapter 54 of††The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel; Book 3- The Sorceress)The True Death3 years 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
Blasť 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
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"
Love Has ExpiredI never thought I’d see the day where it happenedLove Has Expired3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The world should just look away in shame
They always make it sound like love makes the world go round
But they know that it’s already expired
So why do they keep trying to look for me?
This world is filled with so many liars that it’s simply unreal
But nobody cares that most of them get into power
And people only care if they take away their rights
Or if they take away something that they either need or want
That’s what the world is always like
I’m surprised that it took this long to see the truth
That the feeling love has expired by the time you’re in your teens
You think that you know what love feels like
But only because you’re getting what you want
And most of the time all you simply want is to have sex
Unleashing you into the world that is filled with desire
I bet that a lot of fathers are worried about their daughters these days
Since rape is so popular amongst the greedy bastards out ther
It was not loveIt was not love I sought with such desireIt was not love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I knew not it would require
A greater part than I wished to reveal
While searching for a love I deemed ideal.
It was not love we shared with such devotion
For what we felt was no emotion,
It was nothing but a lie
We shared together, you and I.
It was not love we felt but we were trying
Not to feel alone by lying
So, by griping tightly on each other
The little lie we soon did smother.
Rains of SorrowThe rain is pouringRains of Sorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pouring down sorrows
Pouring down visions
Of what will happen on the morrow
I know I cannot stop it
But at least I can try
Fling my arms wide open,
And beg mercy from the sky
O my lord Zeus!
Why must you plague me?
I played your games, stepped in your traps
I gambled dice with the tendrils of Destiny
What do I get,
For a half-broken wish?
Sorrow upon sorrow
Despair and anguish
Rain, rain, please go away
If you must, come back another day
Come when I am happy and bright,
Come when I have truly found sight
Go trouble the old man,
Sleeping on his porch
Don't harass me
Holder of Fate's torch
Lest it blow out,
Lest the flames die,
I can do nothing
But sit down and cry
Cry for the future, cry for the past
But however bad they are, the present is worse
The present's not a gift
The present is a curse
Graveyard of my dreams,
Dreams that never came true
Dreams of me walking
Slowly towards you
But then you pass by,
Without sparing a glance
This is destiny
Not the child of chan
RainRain trickles down my window paneRain3 years 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
They...They...They...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They wander amongst us
Great and Giant
Small and Slender
Subtle and Careful
They walk about
And Cruel all the same
They Are Here
The Things in the Trees
The Birds in the Air
They are Earth
And Earth is much Restless
IllusionsHow crazy these delusions,Illusions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That arise in sheer confusion
For half-asleep it sets in my mind,
An eternity where thoughts are unconfined
Sense it makes when in this state,
But soon a reminder follows
A quick awakening brings reality, returns normality
To this half-deluded mind
As if to ever find,
Some sort of conclusion
What is normality, but an illusion?
VictimMenacing eyes,Victim3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of them aimed directly at me.
I roam the corridors all alone,
Dragging my head towards the tiled floor,
Not daring to lift my head up,
In fear that I may be mocked once again.
Why am I doing this to myself?
I look in mirror with disgust,
Wondering why I was created this way,
I can't keep lying to myself,
Can't keep saying I love my life when I don't.
In The Dark The unrepentant October wind shrieked, slamming the screen door with that final, villainous sound of damnation. The accursed house I was standing in had the most remarkable evil spirit about it. I don’t see why we couldn’t just arrange the meeting somewhere else, I thought with a shiver, glancing around. The crooked, cobwebbed old Victorian radiated dust, filth and decay, of years of torture, pain and despair. The atmosphere felt colder, more sinister, and even dangerous. But this is exactly the type of place my correspondent loved.In The Dark3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“H-hello?” I called tentatively, hating how tremulous my voice sounded. I couldn’t let myself sound frightened. In the presence of the person I was about to meet, I had to be cool and confident, or at least try. But of course he’ll already know I'm scared, I thought crossly. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be? And, as I hope you will never find
Eternal sufferingshe looks at each tombEternal suffering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she seeks the name of his first love
this man was nice and tender
he was aware of her past
he had never judged her crimes
kneeling before his grave, her hands immersed in this cursed land
she cries her sadness and her distress
I loved you, my angel
excuses me, I had not the choice
the abandonment was the only solution
The Unholy RiderThe unholy rider came,The Unholy Rider3 years 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.
Thirteen YearsWill I ever see you again?Thirteen Years3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I ever walk along your corridors,
sit in your classrooms or dash across your fields?
Will my feet ever tread your tiled floors?
Will my fingers ever brush against your weary walls?
Will I get another chance to listen to your teachers
or wear the navy uniform with a heart full of pride?
Will I ever sing the school anthem from the bleachers?
Will my head ever be filled with thoughts of you again?
The walls have kept my secrets,
faithfully guarding them for thirteen years.
The mirrors have noted my every expression,
witnessing the best and the worst of my days.
The windows have captured each and every daydream;
The desks are imprinted with every doodle, every test.
The benches - oh, the scandals they have heard!
Every gossip story discussed on them on Monday mornings.
The classroom doors have seen me grow
from a scrawny, toothless, tomboyish little girl
into a beautiful, intelligent woman of eighteen.
These iron gates watched me enter thirteen years ago
How Much LongerI'm tired of pretendingHow Much Longer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'm alright
When really all I wanna do
Is sit alone in my room and cry
No one seems to know
The pain that I am in
That or they just don't care
Too much grief, I have had to deal with
Don't know how much longer
I can hold on to this thin thread
That is holding me over the black abyss
It is keeping me from falling in
But who says that I don't want to be
Down at the bottom of the pit
At least that way I would be able to
Maybe deal with everything
It seems like my only choice
But i still can't seem to let go
Of the thread that I am hanging onto
I have to take a chance
And see where it will lead me
I have to let go
In order for me to move on
I know that I must do it
And yet I still find myself holding on...
EmptinessEmptiness is all I feelEmptiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lost inside this void
I call my home
Nothing fits into place
I am a lost soul
Left to wonder
This place alone
You were everything to me
You're were my rock
Someone I could lean on
Someone who I told all my secrets to
And who I trusted with my life
But then you left me
In my darkest hour
I cried out to you
But you ignored me
You just got up
From your place on the ground
And walked away
Leaving me behind
You didn't look back at me
Even as I was down on my knees
Begging for you to stay
I cried many tears
Just thinking of you
I pray every night
That you'll come back to me
But I know
I will never see you again
You've made your choice
Now I must make mine
I just can't sit around
And cry for you anymore
I have to stand up
On my own two feet
And I now have to learn
How to fight my own battles
I got too use to
always having you around
I always ran to you
So you could fix my problems for me
But now I know
That's what drove you away
In the first
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.October Eyes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
RevisionBeauty comesRevision3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
three times over.
Once from the soul,
second from the heart,
third from the mind,
and this we call revision.
TimeTime keeps on ticking byTime3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And we wonder why
People waste their lives
Doing stupid things
And they wonder why
We are running out of time
They don't seem to see
That the time that we have
Is limited and we will run out of it
We need to do what needs to be done
Before we lose all of the time
That we may have left
Because no one knows
When our time might run out...
PossessionYou liePossession3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You enslaved me
To take the blame
To be the evil one
To do as you wish
But I saw the evil
And I tried to get away
But I was a possession of yours
You are a soulless creature
You use me to get what you want
But I am weak
For I cannot help but to obey you
Your words echo in my mind
And take over my heart
And lock away my soul
So that you would be my only judgment
And I your zombie puppet
And you my substance of life
I will be silent and obedient
As your slave
Just to expose the evil
Only to be possessed once again
With in my blood let it be true
I will be free of you
I will take the knife
And I will have my life
Under my control