Guards Of The Independence DayMy, Miss, do not neglect theeGuards Of The Independence Day4 years ago in Settings More Like This
We guard these streets, pastures and fields
Dogs of war... we will watch over you tonight
Oath sworn to you under attention rest and gaze of steel
We sport armor covers; your love keeps our flame of life
We carry swords to slay; praying to God they come to no use
We store photos of our lovers; those whom we fight for the most
We march these streets; we Guards of the Independence Day
A pang of sadness is dulling in my heart as I remember
I fight for my loved ones and for my country; doing my job
Freedom ain't free and I will stand in harm's way for you
Regret shall not be had if it is my blood shed in defense
They will bury me in an open field under my waving flag
Songs of praise and pain will carry in the wind that day
Fellow Guards can attest there was no regret and shall never be
And that I still stand watch over all of you tonight
My, Miss, do not neglect my brothers and me
All of us returning with smiles into open arms
We shall return every rotation to
RetreatI have abandoned battle, savored peaceRetreat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and lost my weapons deep in sacred ground.
I have sought sweet mercy - God's own release
and prayed for his swift justice to abound.
I have walked past the soldiers in the street
and heard their cries run shameless without sound -
the tired, shuffling resonance of feet.
And in the morning's chilled and angry blast,
I recognize the music of retreat
as if I saw the ghosts that knew my past
gathering at the tables for a feast.
Then God allow these thoughts to be my last
for I have hopes my blessings will increase
and the dark symphony of war will cease.
A Soldier's PoemA Soldier's Poem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You have the shoulders that carry the burden
of a nation in great despair;
You have the eyes of a broken man
who witnessed a childs last breath of air;
You have the arms of a hero so sad
as you carry a fallen comrade;
You have the hands calloused from metal
as you fired a shot to save a friend;
You have the soul of a longing soldier
wishing for this war to end.
Knight.I am your knight, your only knight.Knight.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My armor shines and reflects,
The glow of your smile,
The beauty of your face.
I bow to you as I watch with love,
Your graceful movements and gestures
Lit a fire with inside of me.
Burning with love, filled with warmth,
Following you anywhere, I'll never let you go,
I am your knight, your protector.
I raise my shield to cover you.
I promise to you that, I'll never fail you,
My love for you is too strong to let me fail.
Like a lions grip, Ill never let you go.
Ill never let you get hurt.
My armor protects me; My pride carries its weight.
My love acts as my shield, to protect you.
I give you my heart, so I know you'll be safe.
-The Bondish, My love for you is strong.
CagedI SwallowedCaged7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That keeps me locked
In this cage.
I'll starve here.
Can We?Can we start over new?Can We?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget everything and forgive each other?
I dont want to loose you
Can we end this?
Remember the good parts and forget each other?
I wont mind loosing you
Not this time
Can we keep this up?
Ignoring each other's edgy nature and doubt?
Im not comfortable around you anymore
Im unsure as to why
Reshape and RevisionThere is an ocean trapped inside my bodyReshape and Revision4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirling and cold and dangerous
I can feel the tides changing,
Reshaping itself and
My spine is curved and yielding
Under its beguiling pressure.
My ribcage grows old;
The carcass of my heart
The scavengers won't let it rest.
My blood runs thin and salty,
My brain sloshes in my skull,
My lungs fill up with water,
And I wish for gills.
I know if I
To hold back the tide
It will destroy me.
But what I fear more
Is what happens if
I let it
AnswersI don't write poetry.Answers7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just let the pen
Across crumbled pages.
I let my soul
Bleed into ink.
As my way of asking
Statues and glowing
But They never answer.
winter footnoteswinter footnoteswinter footnotes5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
your elbows were anchors
in a softly-lit parking lot,
where you sang to glass and paper:
and your visions are quiet hills
your visions are shy sounds
your visions are sheep covered in frost.
like an old shoe-
that dry rasp
that leaves me covered in skin flakes,
brushed onto the wall .
I am the raised bumps in spackle-
ripped off with the sound of a poor phonograph:
in my chain link home,
a residual ghost.
when the stars rise again.and isn't it a strange thing;when the stars rise again.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I cannot see myself I can still feel myself.
there are a hundred days between me and the trees
but they still rain leaves in my hair and across my cheekbones,
they are my companions but they touch my face like
I have fallen in love with comet dust and stoplights.
I have fallen in love with reading words until they
jump and dance across their own spines and my
fingertips and god, they are so beautiful.
is there such a thing as love?
when I talk my tongue slips and swells
and I would like to tell you a million things
but they are all in foreign languages.
things that are meant to be scary do not scare
I fell asleep last night and finally realized how beautiful
the dark can be. there is no such thing as drowning
in the dark.
when you are swallowed whole by it you don't think
about the sun or his fingers or the frogs
croaking outside of your window.
you only think about the light.
ApotheosisDavid Sarif saw himself as a practical man. He held stock in science, what could be seen and proven, what could be calculated and understood by logic. But even he had to admit there was something magical happening before him.Apotheosis3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He was standing in the darkened observation suite of the surgical wing in Sarif Industries, the company he had built from the ground up. It had been well over thirty-six hours since they had suffered an attack from some unknown black ops group, led by three heavily augmented soldiers. In their wake they had left several dead; only a few were fortunate enough to be alive and wounded, and five of Sarif's top scientists were missing without a trace.
And now Sarif's head of security, Adam Jensen, lay in the operating room as the CEO watched. Two doctors and a nurse, the second of three teams working in shifts, hovered over the ex-cop, feverishly working with a multi-armed medbot. Working, not to save Adam's life-that part was already secured four hours ago-but to turn
The Last Great ExperimentThere are ministers and bankersThe Last Great Experiment3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and accountants and statisticians
and they love the world, love the world,
they love the numbers they crunch
because they swell and grow and mature
with every snap of their teeth.
They steal and cheat and lie
and drain the planet of its resources
of its sources of life
but they love the world, love the world,
they love every pile of waste
and every cloud of smog
because the planet is slowly dying
and so are we
and so are they.
There are doctors and surgeons
and lawyers and judges
and they love the world, love the world,
they love their little guinea pigs
diagnosed with the fatal disease of
life: contagious, vertically-transmitted,
the infection to end all pandemics,
to end what’s left of the guinea pig population.
And we steal and cheat and lie
and sue the ones who were always on our side,
who sidled up to us when we were alone,
and the lawyers love us
and the judges love us
because we hate each other
and the doctors love us
and the surgeons love u
POEMA DIALOGO.DemasiadaPOEMA DIALOGO.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
demasiada noche a horcajadas con la vida
descubierta carne abundante en las manos
demasiada palabra en una fuga de vuelos
como silencio fulminado por la abreviatura
que es un cuerpo iluminado de otro cuerpo
y qué si tu eres tan mía
como yo nunca fui tan de nadie
A Second Chance - PrologueA Second Chance - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He didn't know what would be waiting for him inside the vortex. He didn't know if the fall would kill him or if something would be waiting for him on the other side. He knew just one thing.
He felt scared.
Thor held Gungnir even tighter as he saw his brother looking down into the spinning fluid, an enigmatic look in his eyes. He didn't want to fall; yet, he understood everything had gone too far. He just wanted to finish this, to let go, to forget it all. There was no reason to live anymore...
Thor smiled, trying to confort him with a look that said there was still hope, that they could fix everything together. Eve
A Brother's OathHis body hit another rock, absorbing the new shock much as it had done the others. His sides were bruised black and blue under the tatters of his shirt. His knees he had ceased to feel after the first half mile. His elbows and arms had been scraped raw by the dust and dirt in the road. His face was covered in grey grime with splashes of blood and dark wet soil from the narrow track along which the horses of his captors trotted. They did not move fast enough to cause any permanent damage but briskly enough so that he would not escape unscathed.A Brother's Oath2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His wrists, rubbed raw by the tightly bound rope, were numb, streaking blood in stained rivulets down his arms. His magic was out of reach, the result of the drug in the little bubble attached to the dart that protruded from the left side of his throat. Even if he had enough concentration to magically loosen the bonds he would not be able to do so with the drug coursing through his bloodsteam, making his heart stutter and his lungs labour to draw
ImmortalityImmortalityImmortality6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To live forever
Past all brothers
Past all sisters
Past your mother
Past your father
Past all cousins
Past all aunts & uncles
Past all Grammas and Grandpas
Past all family
To live forever
Past all friends
Past all enemies
Past all teachers
Past all bosses
Past all teammates
Past all roommates
Past all classmates
Past all employees
Think about it
No one can kill you
You can kill them
You can know
Your enemy's kids
You can do all generations
Of your current girlfriend's girls
Doesnt that sound great?
You can watch
Your girl get old
And soon die
You can watch
Your family die
You can watch
Doesnt that sound great?
Rich Man's BoxesThe Stench is unbelievable,Rich Man's Boxes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He masks it with his sleeves.
He unearths his hidden treasure,
Stashes, and swiftly leaves.
By day he buries for those in black,
( I watch him from my tree)
He marks the box-holes with a cross,
And leaves the worms for me.
By night-fall he returns to dig,
The indecisive man!
He takes the still-one from it’s box,
And drags it to his clan.
Ah! What a life it is to live.
Though morbid as it seems;
These bountiful wooden boxes
Are born of rich man’s’ dreams.
I bury them for the mourners,
Read from their book of lies.
But little do these mourners know,
I feast on their demise.
Judged only by the glaring crow,
I hack them into meat.
Tell my kids and wife it’s pork,
And smiling, watch them eat.
And with my wage I slink away
To my barber’s bookie.
And though I raise two cannibals
I am well and truly lucky!
A spoonful of honestyI fear that I have become so accustomed to tragedy that I no longer know how to live without it. And although the seasons change, they remain the same year after year. A scared, quiet girl sitting alone in a pastel painted cell, trapped by the knowledge of who she was, the dream of who she wants to be, with no idea of who she is.A spoonful of honesty6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We all lie, sometimes. Whether its to make excuses or to rationalise our decisions and situations, we all falsify our existence to get by. Ive fought what I am for so long now that Ive become everything I feared I would be.
I am the best thing my mother has ever done, and I have failed her. So who do we blame, or are enough fingers already stretched out and pointing that it doesnt matter anymore?
I dont talk about it much, but the thing that hinders me most is my fear of whats inside of me. For there, in the darkness of my flesh and bone, my genetic makeup decides an uncertain future. Sometimes, when Im alone or trying
BelovedBeloved:Beloved2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
ffeminyddiaethEn road: Il y a du frost outside sur les fields ou el moëbius sobre la historia de la humanidad ou 'ffeminyddiaeth'ffeminyddiaeth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I was feeling very lost
very utterly defeated
until this yesterday with the
travel and the Southern Cross
now know this: i can tell all there is)
When all was god, drugs or new eyes there were also the ma
the nightmares when i'm awake.I am fever-struck and the mockingbirds outside my window won't stop crying.the nightmares when i'm awake.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
papa is singing in the kitchen and I know he'll be tipping his head to the side and humming to himself and flinging eggs into the air. he doesn't have the talent to crack them right on the side of the counter but I have always admired his confidence.
my body is hothothot from the furnace next to my bed and I shy away from it because it makes me feel like I'm choking on air.
I say 'please' like it will be my last word on earth and papa comes into my room with his face stained bright like sunlight.
his heart is too full to overflow but if this fever takes me from him he might break.
we don't talk about the sickness much since it stole Mary just last week but it is there, in-between the sheets of my bed and the bedtime stories.
my papa believes that I'm stronger than anyone who has faced the sickness and so I will stay with him until the end of time, but I can't trust that.
he doesn't feel what I feel when the nig
Amon amarth- Most epic battle (song compilation)The warming sun returns againAmon amarth- Most epic battle (song compilation)2 years ago in Horror More Like This
And melts away the snow
The sea is freed from icy chains
Winter is letting go
Standing on the ocean side
We can hear the waves
Calling us out with tide
To sail into our fate
Miklagaard has been our home
For twenty years or more
We've lent our axes, spears and swords
In service of the emperor
We are loyal warriors
That's the oath we gave
To protect the emperor
Even to a violent grave
Our loyalty was always firm
We kept our given word
On these southern battlefields
Our northern war cries roared
Some of us won't return
But that won't bring us down
Our fate is written in the web
Woven by the Norns
A ram is sacrificed
Across the longship's bow
And as we set our sails
A strong breeze starts to blow
It carries us out to sea
With hope of fame and pride
And glorious all will be
That with sword in hand will die
Darkness flees the rising sun
The village lies ahead
It will wake to a new day soon
Soon they all be dead
We came in cover of moonless night
Fifty man at arm
A Guide to Free Verse (i)Know your enter keyA Guide to Free Verse (i)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The enter key is your friend
To write in free verse
Would not work without its help
Poetry would be a world
Without your trusty companion
You sat quietly in the dark
Lay without meaning
I frequently sit in quiet
For I am a boy within my teens
Like a fungus
I prefer the dark and damp
The sentence stirs only
Vague memories of puberty
Now, muster your courage
Bring forth the enter key:
In the dark
Ah! Now this!
You can feel it overflowing with meaning!
A sack of grains
Ready to bloom into life
Bursting at the seams
Filled with endless, brooding, possibility!
Can you feel it?
That deep stirring wave in your chest?
That is emotion
Coursing through your entire being!
"Is my screen faltering?" you may ask
But nae! It is your eyes
Welling with tears!
Whom is the subject? Why are the sitting in tragic darkness?
You can never know! But your heart...
Your heart aches
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...