AcceptanceGreen.Acceptance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The course iron bars of a prison.
The creaking doors,
Lock you in the building of torture.
The wet flaking paint smelt stale
And made it clear:
The weird were not welcome here.
The door shudders loudly as
Someone enters, nervously.
You can foresee the taste of blood:
100 vipers wait, poised
Ready to attack
Until there is nothing left
But an empty shell of one who once existed
Everyone was the same.
Same clothes, same attitude, same prejudice.
Like clones, unable to accept different.
Like sheep, afraid of new.
A metal barrier shading them
From the real world
Where the weird were accepted.
Shunted to the back,
Of a classroom alone.
Even the teacher can’t face it.
Touching other people’s emotions
Thorns of hatred
A light breaks through
It’s near the end
Of a hard year of war
The soldiers lined up to kill the enemy
The teachers the generals
The children the soldiers
If you were the enemy
You would know
You were outnumbered
No chance of v
Of Dreams and DeathUtter confusion.Of Dreams and Death1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Drenched in memory.
A beam of light.
Tears and doors break down.
A pitch black background.
A cursed Isolation.
A doomed fate.
A lingering agony.
A crumbling mountain.
Rose Scented Ashes III - SchoolFast forward a few years...Rose Scented Ashes III - School1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daniel was now about four, five years old, and getting ready for his first day of school, of Kindergarten. His mother had recently suffered another bout of infuriation toward Valance, who had made one remark about "What happens if the other children find out Daniel's partly plant?" Apparently, she had assumed he meant to reveal it to the other kids, and instantly snapped, chucking a vase at his head, and - thankfully - missing.
Suppose she really didn't want me to have any part in his life, Valance thought as he leaned back in the chair at his desk, reading by the sunlight, slate-violet eyes not really seeing the words on the page in front of him. Not beyond giving him a name - which she has probably already claimed as something she thought of anyway. No, not probably, he already knew as much from the whisperings he tuned in on.
As he listened to the tumult outside of his door, of the babysitter attempting to get the rowdy young c
I am meI look in the mirror and see my on reflectionI am me1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I start to wonder, am I not only a projection?
But if I would be one, my life would be a lie
"But I'm not a lie! I'm not!" that's what I sigh
I remember all the happy moments in life
I remember the sadness and the strife
This though is a proove that I'm me
And accepting that is the only key
To get stronger and to walk along
the lonely road to where I belong
I'm proud, that I am me
And I am also proud to be
A living being, the person that I am
I will show everyone, I will show them
I am me and I'm proud of that
And not only some kind of brat
HelenaHelenaHelena1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sound of your name
Golden bangles and black curls
Set Troy on fire
Broken clocksChained together,..Broken clocks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enduring this bad weather.
Hand in hand,..
Through this forbidden land,..
Crawling through the scorching desert sand.
Together through this raging storm,..
Just us against this swarm...
But we're getting there,..getting warm.
Almost to the promised land,..
It will be just like we planned.
What its like to be banned.
But darling don't you cry,..
Let me wipe away those tears,..
And save you from your fears.
Look into my eyes,..
hear my lonely cries.
We suffered through the same pain,..
stumbled through the same rain.
Soaked to the bone,..
waiting for the unknown.
Slipping slowly into the dark,..
We can escape,..
Find a new shape.
Each wear a red cape.
But we will never be fully free,..
As we dig this hole under the tree,..
We have to agree,..
That we are bound to the sea,..
And will never again drink any tea.
This is a issue of decree,..
Can't change the past,..
Can't stop being harassed.
Knowledge Of SelfKnowledge Of SelfKnowledge Of Self1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What I honestly need to obtain is a true knowledge of self,
Because nowadays if I ever wanted to be able to understand me,
I’d be forced to ask someone else,
And for that reason, I need to get my pencil and paper and get to studying;
Knowledge of self plays into literally everything us as humans do,
Whether it be something serious to handling relationships with family and friends,
To something as routine as picking out clothes to wear to school,
And like everyone else, we learn by doing, by getting our feet wet,
So I’m trying new experiences; not afraid of putting my heart on the line,
So I can truly understand how I’ll handle any situation that may occur, whether it’s positivity or strife
Because like school, learning about oneself takes repetition and even more time,
And this awareness of self will ultimately prove the greatest knowledge I’ll ever acquire in my life
So while I’m out trying to learn about someo
Death Song.Death Song.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing to me a symphony of death
The strain in my body with every last breath
Draining my life a soul torn apart
Needing only time with this slow beating heart
The tune of my soul is dying within
This aging carcass is wearing so thin
Notes of life will soon lose their tune
As I'm sitting here so empty in this prison, my room
This song is now reaching the end of it's time
Nothing to leave for you but this poorly writ rhyme
But hope goes out for the one who does care
Because in your heart my music is there...