Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our bedsWhere'd the Monsters go.?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monsters don’t live there anymore.
Figments of diseased imagination,
Or imagination, a doorway,
To stark, terrible reality.
Don’t close the door.
They warned us.
This switch is rigged.
On is off and off is on.
We turn on the lights,
By falling into blackness,
Stepping into darkness,
The monsters aren’t under our beds.
We turned our backs,
They’re in our heads,
They warned us.
WordsWords float on a thin lineWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some scurry through
My cloudy mind
Never to be caught only
Leaving their essence behind
Give me writings to where
People can sometimes find
What I mean
No matter what I do
I can never seem to convey
The emotion of my poem to
A person despite who they are
I even doubt you
Will get just what I mean
When I finish a poem I rue
Make the stupid poem
My own words
Are twisting and forming
Into a poem I didn't make
Sometimes I feel like crying
The frustration is so great
I keep writing
Otherwise I'll always
Be just scribbling
Fresh MeatWinter's cold air nipped her budFresh Meat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she stalked his scent silently.
Closing in on the hunter's blood,
Her senses shuddered violently.
The heat from his fire rose up high
To melt the ice from the trees,
So that water fell from the sky
And forced the hunter to freeze.
Blackest paws fell upon whitest snow
With each nearing step she took.
Sharp spears soon would grow
From grey claws as they unhooked.
Today was to be his last day here
For the hunter must find fresh meat,
But then a low growl echoed in his ear
And he knew death he could not cheat.
How could he have killed her child?
Why couldn't she have died instead?
Fairness must return to the wild,
The will of the dead is bloodshed.
Slowly the hunter reached for his gun.
Red judgment stared from the dark.
Then black and white descended as one,
As a malicious vengeance did spark.
The hunter drew, but it was far too late.
She tore at his throat and found flesh.
At long last he became resigned to his fate
And she ate her fill while the meat
Life of the Entire GalaxyLife of the Entire Galaxy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~a puzzle that needs to be solve that brings more confusion to the mind~
~a math problem that seeks answers that brings more questions in the end~
~a riddle with twist and turns that brings more pathways with infinite possibilities~
:Authors Critical Thinking Notes:
There are pieces that brings out a much bigger puzzle, it’s an infinite phase that brings the unpredictability of the galaxy’s Life cycle, a tiny bit of fraction can lead to another superior picture.
"you can never see what it seems to be"
Man is trying to answers the cycle of life of the entire galaxy
Guessing that it’s too much information for man to take in his brain
But with the help of technology, maybe they can
I’m not a scientist, I’m not philosopher yet
But wishing I am
Dreams are free
Thinking big made you lost the grasp of reality
Just don’t forget yourself
To step in your ground
Find your balance
BladeThe sweet taste of painBlade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new.Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Normally...Journeys...quests...the idea of a purpose upon an unknown path...they always have some sort of ending...the story ends, and the reader is finished. It is rather hard for the reader to move on to another story when the writer is all but mortal.
I was once mortal, like all humans on this Earth, but fate has always had a harassing sense of purpose with me, before and after the Great War. These words will be of the roads fate has placed my old feet upon. There is so much to tell with the memory I have...However, I primarily write this to maintain any bit of sanity I may have left in mind...Lucidity is quite the difficult thing to hold onto to in a time of madness. I only ask that you do not take what is written here lightly, as much of what is to follow could very well teach the reader a great many things. Yet as always, one must remember that life goes on and its hills will keep coming...but in the end, the hills are nothing new to the mind t
Friends...Friends sometimes will hurt you,Friends...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tear you apart
and you won't have a clue
of where the blow
has come from.
They may tell they're right
and that, again,
you are wrong.
are not what they seem.
they can be quite mean.
Who's the one to blame?
It's that old story,
That's so lame!
a dirty street, a dead end.
Who would have known
that this is what
I'd call a friend?
We may cry,
complain, feel doubts...
You never know when it comes,
but be ready for the blow.
Is it the end?
but you're losing a friend.
Armies of Ancient AfricaSince modern humans (Homo sapiens sapiens) evolved inArmies of Ancient Africa2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Africa, that ugly and universal human tradition known as war almost
certainly has a longer history on that continent than anywhere else in
the world. However, compared with the vast libraries of books about
European and Asian warfare, relatively little has been written about
African military traditions. Part of the problem is that, since the
majority of pre-colonial African societies had no written language, most
Africans did not describe their own militaries in writing the way
Europeans and Asians did. However, there were exceptions to the rule of
African pre-literacy. Some African cultures, such as those of West
Africa and Ethiopia, adopted written scripts from Southwest Asians with
whom they traded, while others, like the Egyptians and Nubians of the
Nile Valley, created their own scripts. We therefore have relatively
more knowledge about these civilizations' armies. That said, even those
Africans who did not have writte
Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,Walls of Ash2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tattered and torn.
Dead leaves drifting away,
leaving naught to morn.
Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy.
The tower blown over
by whispering winds,
giving sight to new life--
allowing the old to end.
Living ZombieMy flesh may not be rotting,Living Zombie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart may not be stopping,
But I am not alive
I am too dead to survive;
I am a living zombie.
My stare may not be chilling,
My desire may not be killing,
But I am not like you
I am that soul you slew;
I am a living zombie.
My mouth may not be moaning,
My limbs may not be groaning,
But I am not living
I am past forgiving;
I am a living zombie.
My spirit is not in my soul,
My happiness isn’t my goal,
For I am your regret
Something you’ll forget;
I am a living zombie.
The Burning GasThe leaves were dark against the glowing skyThe Burning Gas2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trails of dust and smoke leading the charge
Black clouds broke up with planes smoking and red
Crashing on men bloodied, their screams dying.
Flaming trenches killing all who walk in
Plaguing all who survive with gas that sticks
Dormant symptoms showing themselves with touch
Boils of red and black staining the skin.
Screams of the dying echoing, chilling
Cracking even the strong of heart and mind
Gauze coverings hiding true pain from sight
Restless nights haunting men wrapped and burning
The only sleep these men can find in pain
Is riddled with blackness and cold and death.
Mutation. 1.1"Help me ... Help ... get her away ... it ..."Mutation. 1.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence. Only sounds of spring night; the wind, lightly buzzing insect, very quiet, barely perceptible sound of the footsteps of a small animal in the grass covered with frost, neighborhood dog's bark, who was alarmed by something. But it were the natural sounds of the evening life, which is not quite asleep. In addition, the deep silence enveloped the small town named Hole Valley, which 300 years ago, a boor named a hole. Now, however, the name didn't fit here because the city has grown and modernized, and although it certainly was not like Los Angeles or Miami, it was not a village. Neither hole. And the more to add, not village-hole, in slight translation a place where is more dinosaurs than people. Silence was also five minutes ago, before the dull, audible only to one man cry, disturbed the peace of Ian Carr, who was lying in his bed. Although he didn't open his eyes, because the dream was too deep to be able to just stop.
InhumanYour lies are so much more beautifulInhuman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than the truths you attempt to tell,
how I dislike the efforts you make
to be noble, it ill suits you
and your goodness holds no interest to me.
Why must we play that game
of pretending to care,
it is the moments of brutality
that spark your eyes which arouse my interest.
I prefer to think of you bloody
not draped in white,
you see with you I don't have to
masquerade as a better person.
There are times, frightening and sublime
when I feel I could throw it all away,
and walk the savage war path
without ever looking back.
But you hesitate and falter,
I do not believe in your guilt,
but at moments you are lost to me
when you want to wear the facade
of still being human in some definable way.
What is humanity to us?
Only a speck of dust,
wash your remorse down the drain
let us not play the tortured soul game,
I have no apology.
Rise to the occasion
embrace the hunger which consumes your soul
tremble not before them
but let them drink from
OathI declare an oath for this imprudence,Oath3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
seal the pact with the purest blood,
or let it be the impurest blood,
which release this flood,
From the holy promise,
the imprudence and silent with the dead arise,
let all this tombs to liberate their occupants,
so this mercy shed for the adamants
For the sacred profanity,
and the imprudence of humanity,
let another day to delay,
and the impurest damned with mercy stay,
shed the blood of a innocent,
the presence of the faith which is absent,
The soul of the tyrant which has been suppressant,
A night for punishment with a moon yet to be crescent,
The taste of the glory bitter like death,
the presence of the fallen deadly like dead faith,
the lie of the one that love healed with hate,
the power of hope and the light turns pale,
Is yet to be send a punishment for a promise that is late
The desecrated woods with the sing of crows,
the wave of sorrow damned between crowds,
The flesh of the sick proving to be raw,
Impurest of blood, ending generations
Love UndyingLove Undying2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Immortal is my devotion.
Unbreakable is our bond.
Driven is my emotion.
A love of which I am fond.
You are never alone,
As witness is your God,
to all that is and is not known,
from there with you and abroad.
Love undying is the compassion I hold,
as invincible as the forces of Heaven,
is this love so incredibly bold,
to my own, and beautiful leaven.
Never shall you know agony through me,
Though I am yet imperfect,
It is my intention to set you free,
and your heart shall never go unchecked.
Undying is the love held for you,
by my heart, my soul, my mind, my all,
As spirited goes the love ou two,
My being is that which you do entrall.
The Fallen Star: Chapter 1ONEThe Fallen Star: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint glow of the moon and of the stars shone over the Woodlands of Liaport. Shadows crept between the huddling trees that rose and fell with the rugged land; small clifftops, rising crests and sunken valleys were remnants of the Valkar Mountains many leagues to the north.
Darkness shrouded the damp, soil floor, giving the shrieks and howls of lurking creatures full reign over the otherwise silent night. The never-ending fight for survival battled on through the woodland groves and raging rapids of the River Owk. Liaport was ancient. And so were the animals that lived there.
The already freezing wind sent a sudden chill through the wood. Unseen hands ravaged treetops and snatched away the withering leaves of the toughest of trees. The Triali season, the coldest season of the year, was quickly approaching and it wouldn’t be long before the forest was buried beneath a deep layer of ice and snow.
One tree, however, blossomed in the depths of the woodlands and was thri
The Royal WeThe Royal We:The Royal We2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My royal we
Has turned to I,
I am not myself,
I am not yourself or any-self.
I've turned into a
A mindless entrapment;
I am just lonely ole me.
I've trained my brain
Urge to shout.
I am noiseless.
I am quiet.
But you'll never know,
And you'll never hear me.
And you'll never notice
That that's me
In the corner.
My royal we,
Is no more.
We is I,
And I am me
We is no more.
I am left in the darkness alone.
The Peace SeekerThe Peace Seeker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Peace Seeker
Whispers that no one hears
The world is deaf from despair
The sun becomes my throne
As I watch reality become undone
Someone can be another person's hero
If only love existed
Dusk will break with a darker tomorrow
Another day of being two-faced
Every second- a promise is broken
Every minute- a tear is taken
Every hour- a smile is forced
Every day- a child is born
I stitch my mouth shut / I finally had enough
Silence is my sin / Truth is my friend
Seal my eyes wide / Lies can finally hide
I will witness no evil / I will force another smile
Anyone can be someone's demon
Because greed insists it
Peace is not real to a planet of villains
Needs cannot be resisted
Every chance- wrongs replace rights
Every opportunity- delusions will ignite
Every wish- is for more of the same
Every hope- is for someone else to blame
Screams that will echo on
The voices of war will succumb
The moon becomes my beacon
As I await for the answers I'm seeking
It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.It's Your Sick World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
Monica and The Demon Monica warily entered the temple. The floor was tiled with resplendent polished flagstones, and the walls were polished marble. Pillars stretched up to the vaulted ceiling like great trees in a forest of stone. A single ray of light pierced the ceiling and cast a pale radiance about the hall, filling it with an atmosphere of reverence and ancient foreboding.Monica and The Demon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Monica didn't have much choice; she was far from home with no idea of how to get back. She had been wandering aimlessly for nearly a year when someone told her: 'Seek the Lost Temple of Eternity and ask for The Demon. The Demon can tell you how to get home; they say he knows everything.' Sure enough, she located the Lost Temple of Eternity deep in the wilderness, and here she was, looking for this 'Demon' whoever, or whatever, it was. It wasn't an especially appealing plan, but at least it was a start...
"Hello?" she called out half-heartedly, "Is anyone here? I'm looking for The Demon..." But as far as she cou
Listen O'LordListen O'Lord2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taken aback, never have I been so ashamed...
And lo by the brethren of my very faith!
Bestow upon them your grace,
sweet Heavens above,
For they realize not
the ignorance of their arrogance.
Forgive them my Lord, as I cannot...
Many attempts have I made
To make amends...
Yet they continue to abase and abash
Those whom can truly claim witness
to your infinite truth.
Their judgment should come from me not,
for I wish them to make their way
to the shores of the ocean of their making...
where they may drown within their asininity,
to which their ways now lead them,
Moths to a frenzied flame.
I fear I must now express
My views of us, your flock.
As I have so boldly expressed them
to my mistaken kin,
with only a hint of lended ears...
We are flawed O'Lord!
But of course, I mean no insult!
As I hold absolution to your greatest plan!
Yet I feel I must speak up,
And let my confessions pour out,
over my vile human tongue...
And I will do so out of faith...
These words, Father,
come both from fea
SeasickDown wakened skinSeasick2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words dribbled and fell,
brimming with silken
Hands intertwined to join
scarred veins and heartbeats,
while I bled you onto pages,
into waters of sin and heartbreak,
lovingly numb, subjectively blind;
I let waves bury me, beneath
winding seaweed and smooth siren calls,
believing we would join further—
When I vomited the poison
of lies, the pungent ache of salt,
it was upsetting but not surprising;
“I should have known better.”
( I only wanted to love you. )
Apocalypse Island/ExcerptThe moon lit up the camp as the man slept lightly, always remaining vigil. He had chosen to remain on his own, ever since the beginning of the undead apocalypse. He had always been somewhat of a loner. He had no wife, no family to speak of on the island. He thought to himself, amidst the chaos of the unravelling of society that he ought to remain alone, and out of sight of the military. For the military, during this time, was acting on its own behalf. No orders from Washington, no higher ups, no red tape, no morals to distract them from their task at hand. The military's only perspective was to eliminate the threat of the undead and other survivors alike. Mass murders occurred at the points of their weapons. Selfishly hoarding any and all supplies they could find, to ensure their own survival they pried weapons, food, water and ammo out of their victim's lifeless hands. The light from the small camp fire slowly faded as the fire dwindled and fell to ashes.Apocalypse Island/Excerpt2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This