ReaperGlancing upon crimson skies,Reaper9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a raven he lay in wait.
A fallen angel perched up high,
counting as the final hour drew nigh.
As crimson gave way to a velvet black,
a veil of darkness cloaked the land,
as fields of gold were stained with steel,
with the Devil they sealed the deal.
As the still of night was pierced with screams,
among the cries moved a force unseen,
like a mighty plague he swept the land,
as the face of God turned,
and He lifted His hand.
No army or weapon stood as darkness loomed,
from the start they had sealed their doom,
and in the now crimson fields where his task begun,
no one was left,
his work was don
Volcano PoemOf conic design, this giant remainsVolcano Poem6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Pulled up from earth, and reaching for sky
A stone in slumber, although her veins
Pump hot garnet rage; keep her alive
From above all, she watches downward
With one cold eye, in her earth-cast center
Volcano finds herself feeling ignored,
Envious of all the life below her
For immeasurable time, all she has seen
Is the mobility others have been allowed
Yet take for granted, it appears obscene
To she who when stirred sometimes sets free a cloud
The Natives below lark about
Peaceful and keen, they have no knowledge
Of fear, they are happy, have no doubt
That they are secure from all carnage
Story Time Once upon a time, there was a girl who wore her heart on her sleeve.Story Time3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl had friends whom she loved, and so she gave away little pieces of her heart to each of them. But some of her friends set their pieces on fire, and the girl cried for the pieces of her heart. Some friends put the flame out, and so the girl was happy, and gave the friends more of her heart even though they had set their pieces on fire. And though her heart was now smaller, she thought it was worth it.
The girl had a family whom she loved, and so she let her family hold her heart. But her family saw that the edges of her heart were frayed. They picked
What of me?From a seed I did growWhat of me?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what fruits have I to show?
Hanging off me are but withered leaves
And dying flowers hanging like empty sheaths.
Where are my thorns that had protected me?
Or my gardeners that had promised to tend me?
My bark is falling
My branches bent
My trunk is hollow
My canopy rent.
What does it matter, what they had said
When at the end of the day, their words are dead?
The pleasant words they spoke, the vows they made
Now exist nowhere but in my head.
They helped some flowers, pulled out a few weeds
But did they really do 'good deeds'?
The garden has perished
Only death remains
Nothing but decay
Is found a
StarsI check the weather for where you areStars8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To find if you can see these same few stars
Glittery dots thrown across the sky
They can give life a purpose and a reason why
Loneliness and contentment all in one
Brought on by the setting of the warm red sun
Even though you're far away from me
Into your eyes I can always see
And the stars they keep on shining
And the moon, it keeps on lighting
Up this beautiful world that, as far as I can see,
Couldn't be better than when you're there with me.
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's gra
AloneAlone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone, over there in the dark corner.
The walls painted black, the floor covered in blood.
Tears running down her cheek, her hair covers the deep wounds.
She aims the knife against her throat; "the one deeply wounded
shall not continue his journey in pain, but rather live forever in paradise".
Only In My MemoriesOnly In My Memories1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only In My Memories
The thoughts are like frost-bitten pins
Everything goes numb when the cycle begins
I'm every sin
No hands were lent, no hands to take
Abandonment abandonment abandonment
No tears were shed, no tears to make
Abolishment abolishment abolishment
The images are like venomized needles
After the feelings are injected, I'm left fearful
I'm chaotically peaceful
This self-suffering is man-made, so I hope for my own sake
Heart infection heart infection heart infection
I thought it was destiny, but I fell for you too
Fear the Dragon CallA storm of lighting breaks the sky as the dragons begin to stir and wakeFear the Dragon Call1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their roar will thunder across the mountains as the very earth will shake
These ancient beasts of might and magic, are fury and strength personified!
How many of you will remember the days when we were told to hide?
Our mothers would wrap us in special blankets and calm us down with song
We would cower in holes like tiny rats whilst our parents acted strong
The Dragon would burn our homes away and all would turn to dust and ash
Our entire lives would be swallowed up! In a single crimson flash...
It used to be a time of darkness, where a man would live in constant
ElanaElana2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She catches herself on evenings like these trying to say exactly the things she doesn't want to say, so she writes them and tears them apart instead. Her pen is forming a man-made lake on the paper as she writes A-A-A-A-A, unable to finish your name.
In the dead of night, after she tells you she is going to sleep, she sneaks out, marks her garden with a sign bearing your smile, and plants a seed. She fights her right hand as it reaches to flood ink and dirt over your picture and your seed, and she tries to describe to it what the tree will look like, but she honestly has no idea.
Sometimes she lies when you ask how she feels, like when you
T,T,1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
Your WordsYour Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go right ahead, sir.
Keep stabbing at me.
Insult me with your words,
Your harsh, spiteful words,
Because I don't care anymore;
I'm too numb from all the agony
To even feel pain anymore.
Your ruthless insults,
Each like an individual knife,
Each opening up another wound,
Each slitting open another vien,
Each causing another river of blood,
Each slowly crumbling me to pieces,
Because it's not as if, initially,
I was normally the most confident person.
Why do I believe your name-calling?
Why is part of my mind soaking this all in,
And convincing myself that these are facts?
Tell me, sir, am I really stupid?
Do I seriously look
beside me.I wish you were laying here beside me. . .beside me.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with.
To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing.
I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever.
As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone.
On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts.
I wonder if you think of me too.
If you miss me.
His Butler, EndHis Butler, End2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yet another outfit of his is stuffed into a suitcase, his maid lingers by his bed with her hands clasped to her chest as she stares with wide eyes. In her whole three years of services has she never seen the small, powerful figure of Ciel Phantomhive in a hurry so strong that he didn't even bother with changing to prepare to leave.
This morning had happened in such a confusion, first when she came in to awaken him Mey-Rin found the young earl in the hallways of all places dragging a suitcase into his room. He had promptly slammed it atop his bed, wrenched open his wardrobe and began a frantic stuffing of clothes.
He hadn't even bothered
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
I don't know where I'm going
There is no use to keep on trying
The long nights remain dark, but the short days seem darker
The sun attempts to rise, but even the moon's faint glow is brighter
I guess I'm just searching for something to maybe give me a sense hope
Though I might just be another typical fool who has been lost a long time ago
There are no answers
Mummy I'm not really sureMummy, I'm not really sureMummy I'm not really sure1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why you cut my hair short
Or why you dress me up in jeans
And sports shirts and in sneakers
Can't I wear a dress instead?
A green one with matching shoes?
Can't I grow my hair long
And plait it just like yours?
Mummy, I'm not really sure
Why you buy me toy cars
Or Power Rangers or footballs
Or guns with soft foam bullets
Can't I have a doll instead?
The kind that laughs and cries?
Can't I have Barbies and teddies?
And my very own plastic tea set?
Mummy, I'm not really sure
Why you want me to play with boys
I don't like noise and dirt
And wrestling on the playground
Can't I play with girls instead
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
To Deprive And BestowTo Deprive And Bestow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you left brashly with a clouded mind
ripped and tore us both apart
but there was one thing you left behind
you forgot to take your heart
The Lie of VengeanceThe Lie of Vengeance:The Lie of Vengeance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It begins first as a smouldering fire;
A heat that swelters and burns inside your own heart.
It then roars to life as a flame of destruction;
Seeking, hungrily, to consume all who are bound by it...
This is the gift of vengeance
A kiss so sweet that it could only be an evil temptation.
Yet all will seek it in darkness;
For there is none who can resist its sweet allure...
It is like a friend in your time of need;
Comforting and seemingly understanding of your pain.
It tells you that you need to stand up for yourself;
It tells you that others must fall for you to live on!
But this is a lie! Obvious as it might