The Seraphim of Cobwebbed HallsSilently I heard her whispering,
pallid ivory lips soft lisping,
Paper drifting slowly shifting,
from the bedroom's mildewed walls.
In these halls stirs vaguest chanting,
whippoorwills their cries decanting;
psycopomps in midnight sighing,
just outside these mildewed walls.
Huddled forms sprawl stealthily creeping,
countless spiders surging sweeping,
toward the bed where she lies sleeping,
the maiden of these mildewed walls.
Trapped within that pall's mass trembling,
writhes the one I stayed here tending,
all those bleak nights never-ending,
within these wretched mildewed walls.
Blasphemous birds fall shrieking mocking,
through the window thickly flocking,
to snatch the soul of that thing rotting,
my sweet seraphim of cobwebbed halls.
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
Death's Garden (A Short Story)The midday sun hung like a single flaming eye in the burning azure sky. My rough-spun robes of coarse hessian trailed lazily in the dusty sands. I had been walking for hours, and even the sap in my gnarled walking staff seemed to boil in this inhospitable terrain. I paused and sat carefully upon an ancient weather-whipped rock. Every bone in my worn-out body ached and throbbed. I reached for a battered old flask, uncorked the stopper and tipped the contents down my parched throat - nothing. It was empty. Sighing, I slowly stood upward again; sinews and joints groaning and creaking noisy protestations. Lately I was beginning to feel the weight of my years pushing down heavily upon my spin like a mounting load of bricks. Every time I made this journey, I though it would be my last. Perhaps today I was right.Death's Garden (A Short Story)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I scanned the horizon. The cottage should be here. Despair, fear and loneliness curdled in my stomach. I was lost. I gazed to the South, as the heat wavered and flickered, swimming q
BadI don't think I've ever felt this badBad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking so hard I can barely breathe
Curled up on an empty staircase with my head between my knees
I am dying you idiots.
I'm sitting here trying to rip open my arm with my nails
I'm trying to carve that damned word-worthless in
So that I never forget
You don't see
That none of it is fiction
You just keep thinking that everything is false
You snarl at me not to cry
And that makes me just like everyone else
Am I really so worthless?
Everyone would lead me here to die?
That not a single person would try and dry my eyes?
Am I so prideful, so self-deprecating
That I would rather take my life
Then reach out to you for help?
Leaveme.Leave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I no longer house sanity
only ghosts that were never
told how to move on.
maybe we used to be the same,
but now your cracked reflection
only adds to my years of bad luck
you never counted the lines in my smile,
or the notes between my freckles,
you only measured me.
I'm something to get by on,
but I'm simply not enough.
my watered-down voice
is growing weaker.
and you feed me sugar pills
to diminish the pain
(these bones still bleed)
there are vultures in your eyes,
they know what's coming next
children call on saviors to vanquish demons
from their closets and I'm begging
the silent priests to
they didn't understand what I meant
when I said you stole my breath away
if I turn on the lights,
would you disappear like the times
when I needed help?
I live in waking fear of silence
(I know it's where you wait)
Four-and-Twenty CultistsSing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).Four-and-Twenty Cultists2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw angels dance with devils
under winter's crystal sky.
Old men passed between them,
crying "Dead men never die!"
Then the oceans fell before us,
as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.
Now Satan awakes slowly,
like shadows on the sands.
Together we beg forgiveness,
as he lacerates our hands.
The landscape lies broken,
as stones roll through the hills.
Stars are growing brighter,
fed by blood of untold kills.
Death bends his toxic breath,
exuding nameless streams.
and crimson coloured dreams.
IgnoranceWhy do you care so much,Ignorance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
About what other people do?
You say it’s you issue too,
That it degrades some set of morals.
Why must you speak so loudly,
When no wants to hear?
You say it’s your duty,
But no one asked you to.
Why must you have such ignorance,
But speak as if you know the truth?
You say you know your right,
But you don’t really, do you?
The morals aren’t gone,
The people aren’t degraded,
Its just silly old you,
Butting in with your hatred.
Dream MachineI wish there was a machine,Dream Machine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could turn any dream I wanted,
Because the world should preach fairness,
And rebellious attitudes.
So that children could learn justice,
I wish there was a machine,
That could make my dreams come true.
Because she deserves that job,
And he should go to school.
So that our eyes would be color blind,
And our ears,
Deaf to lies.
I think that when I sleep tonight,
And if I really, really tried,
I could dream a dream where the Dream Machine,
And in that little dream,
Its powers would be so strong,
That in the morning,
When I wake up,
The rain won't ever fall.
Are You There?Are you out there?Are You There?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are there any of us left?
Those who believe in love above all things
The dreamers, the sincere idealists
The passionate believers in true love
Those that are endlessly hopeful
Where are you all?
I'm searching for and struggling to find you
Wherever you are
Whatever you are doing
Please, let us bring to the world
Once again, our ideals
Our morals and our hope
For the world needs them
metaphors should never make loveyou were allmetaphors should never make love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bookends and spiderweb
but our fingers
were too fragile;
piano keys shattered,
and you kept on ending
maybe we haven't tasted
years of salt and construction-
but we can breathe in the details
(and all of its disaster)
For YouAwake within me, oh mind,For You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Resonate with the cognizance of a thousand throaty voices
All seemingly moist, and dank,
Like heavy breathing,
And let the feminine construct that my wasted life has twined itself around
no! Let it soar instead.
Let it breathe the aromatic pionance of new life;
of babys breath; those howling new lungs filled with the essence.
Let me transcend the confines of this corporeal form,
This sanguine prison of bones and flesh,
And instead let me exist as a feeling; a wisp;
I want to lust. I want to taste.
I want to breathe in that rank odor of life!
Let me touch my lips to yours.
I want to savor the intoxication that arouses me in this period of deprivation.
And you would touch me;
the threads of your hair are woven together like a curtain
And they enshrine my hazy countenance;
Drunk on you: the pungent aroma of your neck,
The downy hair that dusts the base of your skull,
curls around it like the curls you bore as an infant,
You know how to hurt meThere's just about million things I hate,You know how to hurt me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd kill for some to go away;
like bigotry, offensive jokes,
stilted poetry and boring chores.
Blind people with their eyes intact,
not bothering to do things right,
thinking yelling makes their words more true,
judging harshly all of them but you.
Maybe it's a lot but even then,
none of those things, not the sum of them
can in the slightest bit compare,
to the feeling that I get the utmost hate -
when you smash the door right in my face
or close up in your defensive self-embrace,
when you call at night just to "hear my voice"
and after first two words you refuse to talk.
You simply know how to hurt me.
I detest how you say you'd forget me if I went away,
how you never seem to give a damn.
When I say I love you, you mumble: "I don't care."
And despite all that you understand
and know me like no other can.
You own me, I'm yours,
you smile when I say:
"You really know how to hurt me."
I'm not in love, boy,
I'm so beyond that,
and all my fr
'':)''""'':)''1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is what you sent me
When I poured out my heart to you
Was how you replied
To a paragraph I spent weeks on
I sent back hours later
"That wasn't for you"
Because I realized,
It really wasn't
It was for the person
I made you out to be
UnisonI can still feel itUnison1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Our hearts beat in unison
Despite this distance
BreatheUnderneath my blanket lies a frozen fearBreathe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And behind my eyes lit darkness is sealed
You broke my heart, but yet I breathed
You're in my veins, and I can't bleed
I'll count your never-ending footsteps
As I fight away my tears.
So hard to stay alive
So damn hard to breathe
And I wish I can close my eyes
Put my heart aside and sleep
Memories drenched in my blood
Lullabies soaked in my tears
And without your arms around me
Oceans will drown me so deep
And without your breath to wrap me
In darkened fairy tales and dreams
The arms of time will leave without me
To the land of my wounded schemes
And painlessly I'll close my eyes
As I scream my soul to sleep.
So hard to stay alive
So damn hard to breathe
And I'm just a little wounded fish
Drowned in your water so deep
But I can never ever leave
Even though I'm about to freeze
Cause I'd rather die in your arms
And I'd rather drown in your tears
And I'd rather bleed
I'd rather bleed
Than to have to breathe without you
For without you I can't breat
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.I'll Wait by the Water1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
Dear MoonNothing is worseDear Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than when you are new
The night is so vapid
Without that delicate light
Being cast upon us
But it's not so bad
At least, not anymore
For now i have someone
That reminds me of your allure
When you are absent from the sky
I long for your return
So maybe you'll return the favor
And remind me of her
Heaven's Out Of ReachDance puppet,Heaven's Out Of Reach8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
move to the will
of your master.
you inevitably drop.
because this existence
is all you'll ever know.
Hide from the whip,
flinch from the cane,
all this suffering;
enough to drive you
Bend to the whims
of your aggressor,
as there's nothing else
you can do.
Because with the Devil
riding on your back,
Heaven's out of reach,
AddictI knew this would happen.Addict2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew it even before your flames clawed my throat,
When they were just embers,
Gently smoldering between my ribs.
I knew you weren't good for me.
You smeared the lines.
I'm not strong enough.
I can't keep you out, and you infiltrate me.
Now, your pretty spaniel
I beg for a pat, a kiss,
But I dread every glance,
Every touch, every word, they make me flinch.
Because those coals have burned gaps
In my ribs, and let you in.
And now my breath is mixed with yours
And the darkness creeps behind me
Just out of my vision.
But I am a Creature of Light.
I am a Thing all my own,
Your icy gaze makes me flicker,
And no matter how far I bow my head
The wind rages on
And the flame curls under it.
But I am a Creature of Light.
A Thing all my own,
I am strong enough.
I'll close my ribs again and keep your fire outside
I'll hold my head to the wind
And my Light will not go out.
Breathe your own air.
Give me back mine.
Too Earthbound to Fly11pm.Too Earthbound to Fly7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's riding a bus
that he didn't even know
ran this late.
next to a she,
a she he knows
he shouldn't love,
but one he can't
say he doesn't.
She's leaning against him,
hair draped on collarbone,
it'd been a long day.
He felt the warmth
of her hoodied head
pressing against his shoulder,
and he rested his head
all he wanted to do
was to hold her close
and stop time in its place.
But it kept going.
They came to their station.
And said their goodbyes.
And she gave him a kiss.
And he was happy,
because he was just too realistic;
too grounded to fly,
too earthbound to dream.
that the magic
that happened today
would be gone the next.
Today was a precursor
and he couldn't
of that nothing
My love is...My love is the ghost in winter air,My love is...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
soft snow flakes outline pale skin,
My love is the sweet spring.
The fresh smell of blooming cherry trees
gentle like her.
My love is the warm summer.
Almost like an embrace
the ones that I miss.
My love is the breath of fall.
A bittersweet taste hanging in crisp air,
beautiful like changing leaves.
My love is far away now,
in heavens skies.
But I can still feel her, she is with me, in the seasons change.
Empty ClosetI finally filled that closet.Empty Closet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know the one.
I cleared it out for you,
Since you spent so much time at my place.
I almost kept your passport out of spite.
I should’ve given it all away.
Instead I threw it into boxes,
Not in neat, precise piles,
Like the clothes and towels I folded time and time again,
After you left them on the floor.
I did however, keep all the records you left by the bands I liked,
And I don’t even own a record player.
Nor do I have a GameCube or a Wii,
But I kept the Zelda games I found you thought you lost.
And the closet once previously yours,
That held your incense,
And the paper flowers you used to make for me,
Now belongs to my cat,
And his litter box.