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That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
Where commonplace
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
ironically complex...
Hell's buffet,
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the t
Reflective ArgumentReflective Argument6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
who
Fallen From On HighFallen From On High7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Embrace sweet calamity,
The darkness which engulfs you now.
Apollyon, of that intrepid verse,
Now awaits, drooling with a gaping mouth.
Of temptation, the liars tongue,
Striking up the deals that bring you only to ruin
Just below, Tartarus waits for you...
And the patient welcoming shall be of no surprise.
Embrace now, bitter calamity...
The retribution that has longed for thy touch.
The clustered storm, prolonged, procrastinated,
hovers over to knock you down.
The portal, that vortex, to plunge you down.
Have you to own, no peace...
only what is allowed to your filthy hands...
that bitter...sweet...calamity...
Made of What We Are.Made of What We Are.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.
This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.
Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....
To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...
For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.
Free Spirit Fail SafeFree Spirit Fail Safe5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.
Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.
What a sight as I close my eyes,
Late at night when energy dies.
Taken to flight my psyche then flies.
Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.
Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies
The withered flowers ashen and in bloom
Be my soul
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
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Modest Suggestions for Modern Parenting.Modest Suggestions for Modern Parenting.1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Children are but of course the future of civilization in the flesh. The psychology of these little people is imperative to our growth and progress, therefore the concept of bad parenting is enough to start all sorts of feuds between people. Constantly you will hear "Think of the children!" in today's world in matters of domestic conflict, therefore I have tasked myself with coming up with my own solution to bad parenting.
As a human being, it is natural for me to be annoyed by the various types of people that my personality permits me to hate. My first instinct is of course not to kill them, but to get away from them as quickly as possible.
How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How strange
This abomination...
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
Of humanity.
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
of History.
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
of Civilization.
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed an
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
that corrodes
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
Gamaroth7 months ago in Macabre & Horror
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Saints and SinnersI would rather burn in hellSaints and Sinners9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than live touched by an angel
For heav'n's touch unbearably
Marks upon the skin
But the devil's watch doth save me
As I accept that I have sinned
Pure white does stain so easy
And, though washed, is nev'r pure
But the dark when stained bloody
Stays dark and remains clear
Sin washes off those accepting
Of themselves as sinners
But those who think themselves saints
Are never again free from sin
Just One MoreJust One moreJust One More3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.It's Your Sick World8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
Listen O'LordListen O'Lord8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taken aback, never have I been so ashamed...
And lo by the brethren of my very faith!
Bestow upon them your grace,
sweet Heavens above,
For they realize not
the ignorance of their arrogance.
Forgive them my Lord, as I cannot...
Many attempts have I made
To make amends...
Yet they continue to abase and abash
Those whom can truly claim witness
to your infinite truth.
Their judgment should come from me not,
for I wish them to make their way
to the shores of the ocean of their making...
where they may drown within their asininity,
to which their ways now lead them,
Moths to a frenzied flame.
I fear I must now express
My view
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Echo.That day when you tore away from meEcho.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you left me with a bitter taste in my mouth
and a pulsing darkness in my chest.
And that darkness, it consumed me whole,
leaving no traces of the person
I once was.
I wish that I could shed my skin
because each and every cell in my body knows
what your touches feel like,
and how your skin tastes.
But to me, you now taste bitter.
And every time I look at you,
all I can hear is those three words
you liked to hide behind,
that rolled out of your lips so smoothly.
I should have known then,
I've always stumbled over mine
before you stole them
off my tongue.
And I cannot say I hate you,
ther
WarriorOn the battlefield, she was fearless.Warrior2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was no less this day. He had seen her fall…Had seen the look in her eyes, that carnal knowledge of death.
He had never run faster…
Fought harder…
The men around them held their own now, anger and a spirit of vengeance surging through them.
His sword now lay forgotten.
His hand held hers, the other holding her head, stroking her hair with idle fingers…Her blood blended in with the crimson of her kimono.
Even while dying, she was beautiful.
Her lips opened, and whispered words issued forth.
Her voice captured him. It hurt him, knowing he would never again hear it… He li
I'm A GhostI'm not trying to creep you out or anything,I'm A Ghost7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I'm a ghost.
When I'm on the phone, I don't say a thing, I just breathe heavily.
And I have to say, I sound heavenly.
It's like I'm singing a symphony, a monotone melody.
But they never answer…it's 'cause I'm a ghost, but I just want to talk, see?
I'm not trying to creep you out or anything,
It just happens 'cause I'm a ghost,
When I run a race there's no point running with haste.
'Cause they run 30% faster when they see my face.
I'm a ghost so the police are always on my case,
Everyday, I'm tangled in an endless car chase.
Everyone hates me 'cause I once cheated in a maze race
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