InhumanYour lies are so much more beautifulInhuman3 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
Fresh MeatWinter's cold air nipped her budFresh Meat3 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
Love UndyingLove Undying3 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.
Listen O'LordListen O'Lord3 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
Armies of Ancient AfricaSince modern humans (Homo sapiens sapiens) evolved inArmies of Ancient Africa3 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
BladeThe sweet taste of painBlade3 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.
The Royal WeThe Royal We:The Royal We3 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.
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance3 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
ProfaneFlames running over my body,Profane3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
burning vividly my skin.
Your devilish hands and tongue
covering my whole being with sin.
In vain, I attempt some resistance...
How can your touch be so profane?
I surrender to your treacheries, and
like a prayer, repeat your name.
There's no longer any purity in me,
and corruption becomes my elation,
Still, every time we're close like this
is when I really believe in salvation.
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our bedsWhere'd the Monsters go.?3 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.
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/Excerpt3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the trough.
Above Heaven watches,
restricted by the local law
to keep the peace...
nothing is ever done,
but to keep the balance.
SacrificeThe old temple of ancient god Set was in almost complete ruin. Once the god resided here with his maidens and priestesses but now only the desert wind was playing with the walls and making the strange, cry-like sounds. On the ruined and cracked floor, on one of the broken columns was seating young red-haired man in white robes and black leather trousers with a lot of chains. He had this malicious smile on face that was the sign he had something...well, malicious on his mind. On the ground was kneeling young woman; she was crying.Sacrifice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Say my name" the man said it with amusement in his voice.
The woman stopped crying for a second and looked with fear in her eyes on the red-haired man. The man didn't expect her to co-operate that soon; he leaned in his seat and crossed his arms.
"So you are the sacrificial lamb" he laughed. "I will never understand these peasants. I won't stop killing them, even if they bring me all their beautiful women they have. Village after village, town after town...I
HolesShot OneHoles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knicks me right in the forhead,
gets my mind like
the vacancy of goodnight kisses
and it spills my thoughts all over me.
Unsaid words and undone actions
pour out of my brain
spilling on my face
dripping down over my eye
dribbling over my lips
off of my chin
covering your face and my own
in hot, wet
quakes my body like a hurricane
punching my physical heart
making me understand that
singular, selective pain
of the spiny words 'i love you' as
they fall from your mouth,
and it breaks my bones like
tension breaks gazes,
implodes like stars
and allows my rib cage to knife into
my center and tear the red meat
like God's comet of a sewing needle
tears the fabric of space.
I am brought to my knees as
vacuums the wind out of me,
captures my breathe like a
tiger caught by the toe, like a
firefly drawn into a glass jar
that tumbles down a mountain
of superficial wishes,
skewering the air out of my lungs
rocking me back,
taking the torch from the temple
The Peace SeekerThe Peace Seeker3 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
Hit MeTwisted lips and a staccato-laughter, I am too young for this, too young for this, and you tell me that I'm older than I thought I was. Did you forget the boy who gasped for air, snapping his fingers violently into walls that he built twelve years ago? He is beautiful. I am crying in a bathroom stall because I forgot I forgot I forgot it I forgot that we existed, and sometimes reality is all too much. Sometimes I forget how stars look and I yell too loudly because I don't know what it's like to truly be heard. But I doubt you know these things because a mind is all too like a labrynth and the only part of youth I have left is you and the way you destroy it, and the way I feel raw at the end of a conversation. Someone told me once that we need to treat life better.Hit Me3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am sincere.
Gifted breaths, deep air and underwater dreaming is the code to the way that I live. I wonder if we can walk a trail of winter, hoping for summer and talking of plans that we'll never carry out, I wonder if head
The Real ZombiesZombiesThe Real Zombies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You neither need a necromancer
Nor a virus in the air
The zombies are around us
Some looking like you and me
Some you can easily discover
While others remain a mystery
They don't have brain on their menu
No blood on their face
They don't move like robots
They've got elegance and grace
They are controlled by something
That's what they all share
Some want you to be like them
While others don't care
The zombies I'm talking about
Have nothing to do with movies and books
The zombies I'm talking about
Are what the media has on its hooks
What the fashion says is law
And the TV's never wrong
The internet's the world
Where those zombies belong
The Meaning Of LifeThe meaning of life,The Meaning Of Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is to live everyday.
Is to look around you and smile.
To do what you want or need,
Because what is good today might me bad tomorrow,
But what is bad today may have good effects on the future.
The meaning of life,
Is to grow old and look back,
And not to shed a tear of despair at a wasted life,
Nor a frown of spite at missed event.
But to look back and smile,
and know there is nothing you would change.
The meaning of life,
Is not to curse and hate,
But to laugh and love.
Not to regret,
Because what ever you regret,
Was exactly what you had wanted at that time.
The meaning of life,
Laughter and Anger,
The meaning of life is what ever you want it to be.
SurvivalSurvival.Survival3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
I'm A GhostI'm not trying to creep you out or anything,I'm A Ghost3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I'm a ghost.
When I'm on the phone, I don't say a thing, I just breathe heavily.
And I have to say, I sound heavenly.
It's like I'm singing a symphony, a monotone melody.
But they never answer it's 'cause I'm a ghost, but I just want to talk, see?
I'm not trying to creep you out or anything,
It just happens 'cause I'm a ghost,
When I run a race there's no point running with haste.
'Cause they run 30% faster when they see my face.
I'm a ghost so the police are always on my case,
Everyday, I'm tangled in an endless car chase.
Everyone hates me 'cause I once cheated in a maze race,
But what they didn't know is that I'm was being threatened to be erased.
You don't know what it feels like to pee and have fall through the floor,
To not know the difference between a wall and a door,
Being simply put on the earth by the Lord and never being born.
You don't know what it feels like only being able to listen to Korn,
Having no home, so having
Ignorance is FearIgnorance is Fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What knowing have you
of what you speak?
The rotten fruit from which
you've bitten and consumed,
has truly brought to you
the seeds of idiocy.
What have you done,
to comprehend such words as provocative?
As pure and professional
are the letters that I form to art.
Doubt I that you
know a significant thing.
The ignorance you so proclaim,
is the fear from which you flee.
You dread whatever is misunderstood,
and without reason do you lash outward
with teeth and claw,
like some rabid beast, tormented by disease.
In the end, the clarity has marked
that yours is the feeble mind.
Yours is the debate of madness,
and the indecency of your own nature.
In the end, you know nothing,
because you are nothing.
A Darker EmotionIt is merely the darker form of inspiration....A Darker Emotion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the more destructive breed.
The darkened walk of pride.
The blackened eyes of vanity.
It is nothing short of parasitism
In the disguise of bitter emotion.
It is the vengeful look upon the victims face.
It is the words of shear anger from forsaken lips.
It is action without reason.
Unseen by the light,
as it hides in the shadows.
The most powerful forbidden Fruit of Feeling...Hatred
A darkened passion, fuelled by malevolence and desire.
It is the expanse of the human mind,
that is just shy of insanity.
in the world human nature.
Such is only mere, yet pure hatred...
SeasickDown wakened skinSeasick3 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. )