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 Colab2 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
Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;Forever the Ravenous2 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,Twenty2 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.
recappedbath robes andrecapped2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
mini bar vodka;
holds some pride in denial
til second guessings
bring it back.
knock it back.
hold the burn like a kiss.
let it tingle on the lips.
refill with water;
reset the cap.
no one will notice
A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,A Night of Crows2 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
fragments of lifemy veins are thrumming in time to the musicfragments of life2 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 gossamerWinter2 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.
ShameHere's the bloody stain,Shame2 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.
I Believe Hell Must Be BeautifulWhen we ran out of water,I Believe Hell Must Be Beautiful2 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."
Social PhobiaPeople scare meSocial Phobia2 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
AloneI sit alone and mark the time -Alone2 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.
Stranger than FictionAll my mind speaks of fruitless unions,Stranger than Fiction2 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.
I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding woundI am afraid of myself2 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
The DreamingDraw me into a five year kiss,The Dreaming2 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.
ConvalescingMy gaze vague,Convalescing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my strength gone.
but not alone.
Sleepy and numb,
I open my eyes, and see
you, side by side,
I want to thank but,
at the end, I only cough.
And when I say something
my voice is rather rough.
But you know I know that
I can't have any better medicine
than the love and care
of my dear valentine.
Ah, I already feel
my forces renew.
My health coming back,
in part, thanks to you.
I just ask you, my dear...
Now, I am convalescing,
please, don't kiss me now
the medicine I've just had is
PoetryI'm writing in my own blood,Poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as ravens circle over my head,
they scream things I don't want to know,
and my words, my words are agonizing,
the parchment is stained
with tears and pain,
"Help me Allfather!" I cry,
black claws tear at my hair,
until that moment,
they're all gone,
and I'm all whole,
and another poem is born.
SlaughterhouseLots of people in the herd,Slaughterhouse2 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.
Willfully LostIn these whispering moments,Willfully Lost2 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.
SimplicitySimply sittingSimplicity2 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
The Girl Who Fled From BeautyShe watched beauty from afar,The Girl Who Fled From Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it appeared as something alien to her,
she felt no envy of it,
it was too distant from her,
that it became only an abstract concept.
Moths fluttered in her head
in soft soundless whispers,
she watched the world fade
with a child-like sense of wonder,
she knew not of fear
for it is only a delusion.
Yet she lived in a world of illusion,
she liked to pluck the stars
out of the sky and they became her eyes,
until in time they burned out,
she never understood that she was
supposed to feel pain.
She hid behind glass walls
for others could only see
reflections of what they already believe,
and she was distorted in their eyes.
It was impossible to brush against her
without losing something,
she was a thief of souls and visions,
she liked to collect tokens and trinkets,
of lives so she could examine them
out of context and make patchwork quilts
and recreations that she absorbed
into her pores.
She spoke only in tongues
not out of divinity
Sainthood would terrify he
She=artI draw herShe=art2 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
ApocalypseDeserted landApocalypse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Metal wires fallen down
Stones stand silent
And reflect burning sun
Blood red with their rust
Water dried out
Or turned into poison
A bright apocalypse
Fallout of our shredded lies
Waves of radiation
Awakened the waiting dead
Pulses of heat
Now surge through our brains
We crawl with no skin
Mouths open to wonder
With burn out eyes
We smell the solar wind
As it blows howling
Through collapsed walls of steel
Piles of bodies are
Consumed by the wretched
No fake morality
To lead us to one purpose
We choke on sterile dust
So self aware and content
To beautiful simplicity
In deserted land
In its yellow darkness
Dead are the machines
That controlled our souls
FearOpen your eyes to face your fears.Fear2 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.
The door of hellthe door is openedThe door of hell2 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