Miss Moffet Colab
The tide of time recedes and leaves
a bittersweet taste on my gentle lips
of your goodbye kiss of bliss and sorrow
that death, closely keeps
darkness is filling everything
in the nothingness of the night, I have no more light
even memories of what I used to be are dissolving
my past, my present, my future... blurring
surrounding my veins, closing me in this molding
The many-hued honeymoon painting is fading
also broken by your hands, lusting for the opal on my wedding ring
yet the ghosts you have forgotten in your life
returns with the grass fields and seeds every Spring
awakening me from my sleep,
sweet was my name pronounced by the wind
I still hold my black-rose and my lace dress wing
the sand clock disappears,
frozen in contained tears
I have cried alone on for so many years
- comeback, please release me
from the cracks in these walls
where you've been hidden your sins
spiders crawls, myriads of roses they weave
they move in my company, vengeance lullabies,
Dear Claudia-The Event ColabDear Claudia-The Event Colab3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Time... was a crimson question,
a strange twilight tide of desire and desecration
As time... outside... opened the Night
this counting became the only matter
as time... inside... closed the Light
one thing... one only thing was sacred, an Holy-matter
all eyes were upon the Universe, waiting
the Event no one had ever seen except the First Creature
- when day could not be called Day
neither night could be named as Dark
later – I have understood, the importance it had on my "existence"
It was always been the issue
certain as the violent sin
that left its mark on this violet tissue
seconds, fractions of life passed by me
pain was the first sensation, and then only emptiness
confusion with the rain, on my face, lifeless
within I was nothingness with anger and hunger
As my memories returned
I wished... that they had not
I prayed... to whom, would cared
I remembered... something - I said
I remembered... everything - I cried
My flesh ripped by teeth-fangs
a doll... br
I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding woundI am afraid of myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit
I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life
ShameHere's the bloody stain,Shame3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
burden of my shame.
Let me bear the strain,
savior of my name.
We have born the pain -
righteous, strong and plain,
There is naught to gain
in blessing or in bane.
I have known the blame,
felt my senses fein.
bleeding in the rain,
praying oer the slain,
And know that I've lain
twixt madness and sane.
A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,A Night of Crows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seeking her lover damned
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
Forever the Crow shimmering in her darkest dreams
Arthur Crow © 2012
Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;Forever the Ravenous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seething
Come hither; drink me dark'n divine
Whispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;
tongues of Crows in gothic serenade
Poised in wilderness shadowed, I beseech thee:
"O' darkest Love, seek me in decay, dripping from thy lips"
Incantations of the Moon glisten from mine eyes ...
Seraphic-winds undress Demons in the trees;
dreaming streams o'er Nature's breast
Black-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor
For I am Winter's nocturne
a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the world
And so she peered into the embers of my soul
cloaked in a dream, falling, where savage wings fly
Thou art the evening tide... the mystique I shall love;
Evermore, unto a sea of black roses, from grave to sky
Arthur Crow © 2012
TwentyTwenty is an ice-storm,Twenty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am coated.
Solid and stuck,
Twenty is finding
my boots are too heavy,
struggling and strained,
to light my own candle,
dreamless and dark,
And twenty remembers
all former transgressions,
bitter and broken
Eighteen was first love
and Nineteen had lost it,
before the next year sang in.
Twenty was somber,
until the October began.
upon all of her follies;
Learning and stumbling,
And Twenty is healing,
acknowledged the broken.
Twenty is loved,
though she sometimes forgets it
And Twenty is nothing
if not grateful and hopeful.
AloneI sit alone and mark the time -Alone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
aware of how the hours crawl -
with solitude a friend of mine.
I find my thoughts a careless scrawl,
meandering among the days -
myself the loser in it all.
I view my world through lonely haze,
aware of loss on which I stand
and never think to mend my ways.
There's not a soul to lend a hand;
there's not a man to call me friend.
Star-crossedSo many tragic love songsStar-crossed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the radio;
I think of slow dancing
with you there,
in the middle of an empty room
to songs we've never heard together.
Maybe one day,
we'll leave this all to silence,
and turn instead to our own rhythm.
My heart thrums quietly for you,
and that's the only beat
I'll ever hum to.
So listen softly,
and someday I will turn the world,
and hold all time within my hands
to somehow piece us both together
from beginning to beginning.
All that I have
are words for you now.
Though, someday, my actions--
they'll embolden us both.
And you'll feel my kisses on your shoulders
as we'll wonder how we ever lived
one without the other.
fragments of lifemy veins are thrumming in time to the musicfragments of life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and breath fogs in the air
echoed remaints of dreamtime
let me hold the world for the sake of a shilling
or the price of a penny
a galaxy rise
or a sunrise
all of them beautiful
the gentle crashing of the waves
and the thundering roar of the sea
play can't catch me
and clouds fall like rain
and the stars shine
WinterA dream of silver coins and gossamerWinter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of frankincense and sacred myrrh
tugging, gently tugging at the coverlet
the draperies drawn,
the candles lit.
Winter's wizened face and beard sent packing
by the blazing willow log
a'crackling, gently crackling in the fireplace
the shivered wind
leads on apace
These dreams to warm us lingering like a balm,
and cider mulled with cardamom
bubbling, gently bubbling in a bowl
blots out the wind
and shuns the cold.
Social PhobiaPeople scare meSocial Phobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this world is a scary place
why is everyone staring at me?
They must think I'm not worth it
Hiding alone in the corner
crying my heart out
why is this world a scary place?
Why am I hiding all alone?
There is no true feeling
no fear that i ever had
a feeling of restlessness
a feel of hate and disgust
Why is it crowded around here?
why are they all looking at me?
I can't control these emotions
I need to hide from this world for good
SimplicitySimply sittingSimplicity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I collect pieces of my emotions
I throw them like dice
To see where they will go
With no purpose to exist
I am naked in this mist
And all around is free of me
And the void lurks in
And pours itself into my brain
It evaporates my skin
It envelops my body
When there is nothing to loose
And there is nowhere to go to
I am simply sitting
I am letting it all be
She=artI draw herShe=art3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sing her
I write her
She's the perfect piece of art
And she's mine
No one like her
Not even close
Not a human creature
Silky voice, radiating smile
Deep and innocent eyes
Pure heart, soul without sin
Gorgeous body, incredible skin
She is a drawing
She is a song
She is a poem
She is an art that comes from my soul
The way of saying words I love you
The way explaining how I feel
This is the way, the way I show you
And all you need, is giving in
MirrorWhen I look in the mirror,Mirror3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you know what I see?
I see the one person,
who was ever good to me.
I see lips that are too thin,
A crooked nose,
I see oily skin,
And a far too ridged pose.
I see hair that never
Falls the way it should
I see chubby cheeks
that I'd thin out if I could.
I see a big head
I see brown bug eyes
And a crooked smile,
that I use as my disguise.
I see stretch marks on my legs,
Scars that will never heal,
I see all these in perfections
Tell me, does my confidence pass as real?
I try so hard to hide it
These walls won't ever fall back
You won't ever see the real me
I have a first class act.
Watch me joke
Watch me smile
Watch me be fine
But when our time is over
And it's finally time to go,
I breathe a sigh of relief.
I can let the real me show.
You'll never see my self-hate
I swear you never see me cry.
You'll never get to sit around
and watch me want to die.
You'll never see how I have changed
Or how my strength has faded.
I will never tell you,
The DreamingDraw me into a five year kiss,The Dreaming3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are dreaming.
As reality crawls by the digital clock,
you are barely tangible--
though barely is better than nothing at all.
I am content in the six o'clock light
until you vanish behind my irises.
My eyes dilate in the dark,
and you are gone.
FearOpen your eyes to face your fears.Fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let your heart sill, don't despair
Deep inside, you know you can't hide
danger hangs around, side by side.
You want to call for help, but... who?
No one is coming to rescue you.
You'll have to face, you'll have to fight,
deal with the shadows of the night,
be the winner of the game
- while mysterious voices utter your name.
Not a witch, a werewolf, a ghost...
This is exactly what you fear the most,
much scarier than all the rest.
You feel your heart heavy in your chest.
Enveloped in dread, you feel like blind,
someone is playing with your mind.
Then you know, you don't have a clue,
the monster is inside you.
Any possible help or light is gone,
you are here, and you are alone.
No matter how much you hide, how much you run...
The nightmare has just begun.
I Believe Hell Must Be BeautifulWhen we ran out of water,I Believe Hell Must Be Beautiful3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were four miles from the end of the trail.
It felt longer. The path kept winding upwards,
just out of view, and we believed
the end was at the top of each climb.
The beauty that must have been around us:
the mountains, thick with their carpet of trees;
the trees, lush with their vibrant, summer greens;
and the blue-winged butterflies that I saw briefly
as they fluttered into view.
This must be Hell
to be submerged in beauty, but to wander
with your head hung low from thirst,
your eyes set to the trail, thinking
"a little farther, then I'm out."
Stranger than FictionAll my mind speaks of fruitless unions,Stranger than Fiction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am left with needing you but
embracing solitude instead;
staring at the wall
as if I could summon you there...
but you won't come.
I am terrified that we will vanish into
ink and yellowed pages,
become characters who never meet but
brush gazes and swear by everything they have
that it will never be enough.
I could ask you for promises you don't have,
times and dates you can't find,
anything to bring peace to my trembling heart
because sometimes I drown in the space you leave,
choking on your absence.
The door of hellthe door is openedThe door of hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the claws of the monster
he approaches the bed
his red eyes shine in the dark
this was not a legend
this story for frighten children was real
the monster is before me
I cry, I afraid
he catches my legs
I slip under the bed
the door of darkness opens slowly
Sad TimesSad TimesSad Times3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life will hurt sometimes.
We all have those days of pain. It's sad what life will throw at you, we all have those days.
But life will only get better. The sad times will hurt, but just remember people are always going to be there for you.
SlaughterhouseLots of people in the herd,Slaughterhouse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fed daily by illusions.
Rotten, sick, intoxicated, unaware.
They compensate dreaming,
justifying a false care.
by voluntary victims.
The massacre takes place now.
Objects without owner
marching in fast rhythm,
to be marked just like cows.
DisorderSometimes my little brother will bite the skin on his fingersDisorder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as he always do
it's a sort of tix I suppose
and as everyone else I'll tell him
"Don't bite your fingers"
he'll growl at me
like everytime I say that
and stop for a while but then he'll start again
I just have to look at him really
he understands and whine a bit
"You stop having Anorexia"
he's said once or twice before
I'll laugh and he too
but my smile fades quickly
if it only was that easy.
Shh...Her breath lethargic, so weak in my arms. Her tears kiss my torso, the golden locks of her hair caress my arms, my fingertips.Shh...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She hugs her knees, curled up on herself, while I in turn, hold her in silence. I'm a jerk, I'm insensitive, I can't say anything, I can't offer any single word. And I think: "The silence and nothing more. That I offer to you, and you know, that is why you are here."
And if she breaks in my arms? No, definitely I didn't utter a single word; just moments ago her tears were a desperate flood, whining incessantly, making my body her warm den. Now it has calmed down, her bright black eyes are red, lost, looking out the window crowded with stars.
Her body still shakes but I have her in my arms. Time moves in silence, lies on her warm and freckled shoulders, spreads across her face, sorrowful and absent; time has died in her languid eyes.
The roof moves away from us. The solid wall behind me looks like the soft mattress of my bed. She calms down, and cools. Her tears
Willfully LostIn these whispering moments,Willfully Lost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take your heart in mine
and hold it fast.
You make me forget
things like flower names
and cloud shapes,
where I came from
or why I'm going,
as my thoughts are filled with..
Every crack in the sidewalk
carries your name,
and the grass rustles soft your wishes
to tangle your fingers in my hair.
My breathing drops
like the autumn wind,
would that I could,
I would throw myself into it,
will myself towards your southwestern
your dusty mesas abutting
my mountains green.