The Lost PianistThe Lost Pianist
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
Hidden HuesRefusing to escape this perfect realm,Hidden Hues7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oblivious to the alarm’s nagging.
Closing my eyes to falsely pretend,
This world goes on without the raging.
And yet too soon I wake to darkness,
All the sun’s light is a mirror’s illusion.
Nightmares clear the dreams I prolong,
Setting my fears into fruition.
Draped in robes of heaven’s disguise,
Evil taunts us from left and right.
So many forms it blatantly sports,
Angels must pity our little plight.
Fractions of time is hell unleashed,
Sorrow absorbed in just one blink.
Blades and ropes and bullets blend,
Each passing day a child will sink.
Colors dull to the undying clockw
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.I Have Walked2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summe
The Greatest RiddleI'm riddled with sorrow,The Greatest Riddle2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm riddled with unease,
I'm riddled with illness,
I'm riddled with disease,
But mostly I'm riddled with the riddle
Of why I'm riddled with these.
Would You?Would You?Would You?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I sung the same song everyday.
Sparklers!Diamonds of glassSparklers!1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Bravely sparkle on my finger
Only I know the truth.
PassingListen to the words in the passing reverie,Passing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They sound like notes sung without refrain;
Not to be caged in misleading memory,
They evaporate like puddles after the rain.
A monster impossible to subdueI painted my hopes and wishes on a canvas,A monster impossible to subdue7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though I knew... it wouldn't last.
The monster inside of me came out to play
Using a scarlet river to wash my dreams away
It salivated at the delicious, red meal -
All the happiness that it could easily steal
Using its claws, ripping it shred by shred
Stuffing it down its throat, it maliciously fed
And each shred it ripped, it ripped my soul
I fed and fed until it took its toll
I was sucked dry of my wishes and hopes
After the monster ate, it hung me with ropes
I dangled from the ceiling, tears delicately shed
My voice croaked and I plead and plead
A monster I created that killed all I kn
He Will Have It GoodHe Will Have It Good7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Touching the heaven is difficult,
Entering easier than you think,
But at once so hard.
He will have it good up there.
Mad? I don't know...I've fallen through the looking glass,Mad? I don't know...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many times do I have to warn myself?
"Watch your step, things aren't as they seem!"
But I never listen,
Both the raven,
And the writing desk,
are laughing again.
MadameJe suis à un âgeMadame7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ou on m'appelle Madame
Mais Mademoiselle aussi
Encore assez souvent.
Je suis à un âge
Ou on m'appelle Madame
Et des ptits tas de rides
Forcément, les rires, les larmes
La vie m'ravine gentiment
Et les cernes sous mes yeux
Sont le fard des jours pluvieux.
Je suis à un âge
Ou on m'appelle Madame
Peut-être bientôt Maman.
If I Were A BirdSometimes I wish I was a birdIf I Were A Bird1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a soft, little, feathery thing
Not so that I could fly away into the sky
But because being a bird
would be so much easier
than being me
If I were a bird, I need only worry about finding food
Upon which branch or roof do I perch myself
in the first blush of the morning
How long do I chirp and sing in the sun
Under what tree do I hide when it rains
Have I mated yet, found another to produce offspring
Made a nest in the eves of a house
Lain the eggs that I shall tend until there are three
wet and blind chicks beneath my wings
Or is it a barren year
Are the summer days waning
I won't know but I'
Everybody...We all fly off the rails, but live to tell the taleEverybody...2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everybody misses a nail.
Dreams break like broken glass, but old dreams never last
Everybody takes off their cast.
We all decide too late, but thats just part of fate
Everybodys built on hate.
We all pretend to keep, all our flaws and lies asleep. But
Everybody cries and weeps.
PersephoneI fed herPersephone8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
Betrayal in Silence©LonewolfpuppyBetrayal in Silence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silence rests in purple cloak,
Leaving you in sadness, soaked.
Twitching fingers, faraway smile,
Foreign feelings for a while.
Searching eyes at such a loss,
Connection severed - almighty cost,
Darkness shrouds a kindly heart,
Loneliness is back to start.
Ignorance is bliss, they say,
'Fore heading on their merry way.
But 'til the feeling is reversed,
They've no idea the lies converesed.
The Devil's curse of iron gates,
On which, balloons quickly deflate.
A barrier of will, so strong,
Oh what, oh what could have gone wrong?
Understanding threads forgot,
Tied up in a big huge knot.
Hatred to be set on fir
Dancing DragonsDancing dragons in the air,Dancing Dragons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flying high with fluid flair.
Captured onto a celestial canvas,
Elegant eyes sketching with a beautiful brush,
As they dive down into a reckless rush.
Soaring serpents in the wind,
Twisting around with kinetic kind.
Imprisoned onto a pure photograph,
Graceful gazes painting with a sincere snap,
As they lie low to take a nuanced nap.
Wandering wyverns in the skies,
Swimming fast with cherubic cries.
Engraved onto a fantastical frame,
Dexterous digits carving with a seraphic skill,
As they swiftly swerve by their wondrous will.
Howling hydras in the zephyr,
Cruising free with winter weather.
Darkness!Fear the unknownDarkness!1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Crazy phantom in shadow
Dispelled by morning light.
The Masquerade The horrid masks are moving in my direction,The Masquerade1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hollow eyes locked on the final selection,
cold sweat is painfully descending my spine,
whispers have been claiming I shouldn't have crossed the line.
Fiery Gothic letters are burning the black skies,
talking about principles-the indisputable ties,
speaking of The Logical, The Equal, The Right,
The Just, The Free, The Good, and the Eternal Might.
I abandoned my life to take the higher stand,
where powers of deceit, too hard to understand,
The deepest of wordsThe deepest of words, from the sternest of heads,The deepest of words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the deepest of hearts, to the deepest of reds,
From the briefest of moments,
the deepest reside,
From the briefest of moments,
But how can I be lonesome,
in my own eyes?
From the loneliest of moments,
as these eyes open wide,
so many elements, divide these oceans,
These maternal thoughts
of a future distant,
we become immortalised
because our mortalities, are written
Beyond our mortal lives
we breathe from the dead,
From the strongest of minds,
to the wisest of heads,
The wisdom that guides,
the weakest to be led.
Sleep!Profoundly asleepSleep!1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Unaware of life or death
Existence on hold.
No much time leftTired is my body and tired feels my soulNo much time left1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I close my eyes and let my thoughts go
They take wherever, to a faraway land
And show me things that I don't want
A terrifying vision in front of me is set
Days are running out, no much time left
I can see all my life in front of me
Is that really what I wanted to be?
Do I even know what I wanted for me?
All I want now is another chance to be
The terrifying vision before me spreads
It's only hours now, no much time left
Whatever I have is not what I want
Whatever I want is not what I have
Shall I just die or stand up and fight?
Weigh your desires and get just the one
MelancholiaHere on this vacant shore I sleep,Melancholia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the waning glow I start to weep,
With calm eyes trickling woeful tears.
To pass by many aching years,
Of a miserable life so alone.
By those melancholic waves I walk,
Filled with cold depression I fail to talk,
As innocent words stale in morbid breath,
To wish for a majestic longing death,
Of a dire mortality on loan.
Yet all those nostalgic sights I see,
Blinding me with sour memories I try to flee,
In a mania of ritualistic pessimism,
To bleed in that ocean of dour optimism,
Of a disturbed future I know.
of broken hearts and magic.tonight, the stars look less like stars and more like the giant balls of gas people have been telling me they are.of broken hearts and magic.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tonight, i cannot find the constellations that i used to call my friends.
tonight, the ocean is a little less mysterious and a little more salty.
tonight i am wishing i knew nothing of magic because this would hurt a little less. i could chalk it up to chemicals and scoff at the idea of a broken heart.
i could leave it at let's be friends [or casual acquaintances] and never worry about what will happen if i run into you at the park.
but i know everything of magic and i felt it in my soul when i was with you and that i cannot
If only you were hereI wish that you were here,If only you were here5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to twist the knife inside my wounds
and be both the devil and the deep blue sea -
to you I sold and in you I sunk my soul.
And yet it's all forgiven now;
I'd give in and give away again,
if only you could be here. You,
your cigarettes, your eyes and hair
wherever I go, you're everywhere.
Life with you was no life;
some sort of paradise, in other words -
so if only you were there,
to drag me out of here.
Cocoon EmergeFollow her to the golden room,Cocoon Emerge1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Line her in a silk cocoon
With the needle of shadow and blinds.
Broken out from the noble arts,
Watch strange pleasures thread her heart,
In velvet lace and leather ribbons.
Feet sweep down the marble stairway,
You recognize her, but barely,
In heels and a see through négligée.
In heart there was a golden girl,
Who was sweet still in the world,
Before the needle of red a-pierced.
And greet us now, a swollen bust,
Her desires turned to white lust.
And each shining sweat she sweat,
May as well have gone to her head.