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Ebony GirlFor when she enters the room of musicEbony Girl4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the people turn to stare at her in awe.
As the music plays without a hitch
she moves around and dances with grace.
The men trade and all night they dance
the light of candles casting great shadows.
The beauty of her is greater than all
coming forth when she dips low in elegance.
The men dance and the women envy
and the elegant girl has a mask of ink.
The calls of night are too great to hold
and she slips away when the music is gone.
Men disperse but women still talk
elegance of woman is nothing to be heard.
The girl is gone but the music still echoes
before tomorrow even dawn the rumors start.
Of
MakeupThe sinks water dribbles outMakeup3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forms a pool where the drain clogged
bubbles spill over the edge soaking the counter.
Scrubbing away the dirt of the day
trying to wipe away the memories of past
yet the makeup won’t come off the skin.
Black rivets dripping down in streams
mascara and eyeliner blurring dark circles
making raccoon circles around the eyes.
Rubbing into skin until vision blurs
the mirror reflects what is to be seen
a lonely girl with makeup that won’t come off.
Red lipstick is smeared on chin
and harsh soap turned pink and grey
the skin is gone turned brittle and dry.
Water balls and doesn’t form
nothing m
Happy HolidaysIlluminationHappy Holidays5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
red and green dancing figures
bright lights shimmer proud
Carol singing starts
joyful notes piercing the sky
happy faces show
Snow is falling down
white flakes floating along
landing softly down
Christmas Evening
children are sleeping soundly
morning approaching
Holidays arrive
the air is cold and lively
morning joy is here
The Changing SeasonsIn the moonless dark of wanting the human escape,The Changing Seasons7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rain of desire of man doth fade,
before the time of birth the trees doth mourn.
Under the cover of desire the mind sleeps,
blood dripped from its lustful sword
crows await the night at dusk,
for their chance of nevermore.
In the autumn of devotion our souls do sink,
dying the dance of seasons burn
the season of tears scream under the cloudless sky.
Shapes of discord mourn beneath the surface,
waves of tears escape wordlessly,
the light of our imagination dreaming
under blankets of new snow.
Before the day, the dreams of desire
airy spirits of longing escape their f
PassionFor when the daughter experiences a firstPassion4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is the passion she feels in the night.
For when the innocent is murdered against reason
it is the cry of a nation that can’t understand.
For when the son disturbs the peace of a day
it is the rage of parents that calm his youth.
For when the music carries upon the floor
it is the color of the dress the darling wears.
For when the veil drops and all is revealed
it is the pain of truth that becomes clear.
For when the last moment is seen
it is the suffering in the eyes that shows all.
For when the child breaks the toys they cherish so
it is the shade their face turns in anger.
For when
Sunflower KissesSunflower kisses dance across my skinSunflower Kisses6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
laying down in a field of wheat in the afternoon.
You appear almost out of nowhere
and lay down next to me as you were meant to be.
The sun hurts my eyes,
as I squint at the clouds and try to make shapes.
You stare at me and I try to think,
yet the more you stare the harder it is to ignore.
Do you want the sun?
The sun?
Ya, the sun.
Everyone gives the moon as a gift,
but to me, the only thing that can rival your charm
is the suns great shine,
and even then when you emerge outside
the suns grows dark and burnt.
You never were a poet
I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
thinking
AtticI went through the attic todayAttic7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to see the memories that lie.
Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.
Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,
photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.
I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.
A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.
Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.
So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,
I cry happy te
May you rest in peaceYou're gone now and away,May you rest in peace5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sleeping silently somewhere else
never speaking and always silent.
If we had talked more,
would you still be here
lying next to me in bed?
To bring you back,
I would walk five thousand miles
just like in that song that you love.
But you'll never hear music again
and we'll all be here still
just moving here through life.
And no one gets to see your smile
while your families mourns their loss
and all we have are memories.
To bring you back
I would happily take your place
in the land of the never living.
Because you're being missed,
and no one knows,
what they're going to do without you.
Sleepi
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,I no longer rule the world4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my
Ice Cold LipsHer cold lipsIce Cold Lips7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
pink in nature
but cold underneath.
There's no life
in those two strips of flesh.
The rest of her is hot,
but her lips are always ice.
Delilah, do you love me?
Of course I do.
Her eyes are just as cold
as her cold dead lips.
Delilah, do you love me?
...yes, I do
Her hands leave hot trails down my back
but her lips leave frost on my skin.
Delilah, do you love me?
...no....
and her cold dead lips
touched my own.
Dreaming?Feel the cold embrace youDreaming?8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Silence is deceiving
For in the dark of night
The dead themselves are stirring
Arms raised the warlock's standing
A hellish spell he's casting
Fingers gently moving
Power in his weaving
The earth begins to move
And mottled flesh appears
You cannot scream or run
You're paralyzed with fear
From the bowels of hell
The evil dead are raised
And from their rotting throats
They're singing Satan's praise
Shambling towards you
Deaths promise in their eyes
Terror's chain still binds you
Though a scream begins to rise
Feel their arms around you
The teeth that tear so deep
For now the truth is clear
You're really not asleep
Acceptance...Sunbeams slowly dyingAcceptance...8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No sense in asking 'why?'
Darkness overwhelming
The stars fall from the sky
Life it holds no meaning
Heart and soul both aching
Hope? I watch her dying
As my world is breaking
Memories they linger
longing mixed with pain
Through times endless river
They always will remain
When the wounds have healed
The sun, I know will shine
And life it will go on
Though you're no longer mine
Then I will remember
The good times, not the bad
Eyes fixed on the future
The past wont make me sad
So journey on my darling
Find love and happiness
In life's wondrous journey
I too will find my solace
See the dawn is breaking
And hope she rises too
New shores and beginnings
And doors to walk on through
But I will still look back
Eyes filled with silver dew
And thank the tides of fate
That I shared love with you...
Truth...In this haunted palaceTruth...8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The air is rank and foul
Every hanging portrait
Holds a menacing scowl
Dust a deep grey carpet
The windows thick with mold
Of this brooding evil
A thousand tales are told
Godless and foreboding
This rotting structure stands
Fighting time with venom
Vile stain upon the land
Trapped within these walls
I've cried so many tears
Born into this horror
Cursed through all my years
No arms ever held me
Fed on the milk of hate
Lonely, lost and fearful
No life beyond these gates
Just one room forbidden
I stand before its door
Here may lie the secret
Of vaguely hinted lore
Slowly turn the handle
Heart beating very fast
Will my disobedience
Cause death to come at last?
The door it creaks and moans
My candle lights the gloom
I see a subtle movement
What presence brings my doom?
Brave, I step towards it
A monstrous, shambling thing
Crawling death and maggots
Of hell its looks do sing
Bile and vomit rising
Yet still I will not flee
Truth alone may free me
This h
Dark Lord RisingLight that gently flickersDark Lord Rising8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And playful curling smoke
Shadows dance on circles
And ancient words invoke
Time and space are melting
The doorway's open wide
Comes the ageless power
From whom no man can hide
Beguiling in his beauty
By many names he's known
Prince of endless eons
Upon the blackest throne
Icy mantle falling
Frost painting floor and walls
Behold the blood red eyes
That look on he who called
Searching, ever searching
Not for pride, or power
The warlock pleads and begs
For life's unending flower
Heart and soul surrendered
He owns this Prince's light
A Dark Lord he rises
To rule the velvet night...
Discomfortblaring coldDiscomfort7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
chill of spine
no life
no end
everything black
nothing good
true endings
are never good
comfortable warmth
cushioned sheets
never again
will I see
blaring cold
and chill of spine
discomfort abound
and aching mind
The Real NightmareAs children we believed,The Real Nightmare1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that monsters lived under our beds,
ready to gobble us up without a thought.
As young adults we believed,
that nightmares were nothing more
than just bad dreams,
that tugged at the edges of our consciousness,
and made us frightful of the dark.
Yet as adults we learn the truth
that nightmares are not just
monsters under the bed and bad dreams
As adults we know that,
nightmares exist.
They exist in people who are hurt
and people who maim and kill for fun.
So be afraid of the monsters under the bed,
be afraid of the dark and bad dreams,
for they are nothing compared,
to the real nightmare
of the tru
HomeThis is homeHome1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
where there are white walls
and doors that open from the outside.
This is home
where a jacket
holds one in place.
This is home
where an injection of whiteness
into the arms is normal.
This is home
where shock is common
and not treated enough.
This is home
where white skin
is never sun kissed.
This is home
where family doesn’t care
enough to visit or cry.
This is home
where bloodless administrators
deem themselves ‘help’.
This is my home
and I cannot leave.
Monster in the BasementThe being under the basement cries at nightMonster in the Basement3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
calling out for one simple friend that it cannot have
family above ignores what it cannot see
except the little boy who hears the screams in dark hours.
Solitary hours after dusk, before dawn
child of man travels down to see the beast that wept
bringing offerings of peace, words of comfort
friendship built on mutual loneliness was molded.
Talks late at night, stars overhead burning light
exciting tales of adventures to be had
but thoughts were simply just thoughts, never to happen together
and tales in the dark were simply that, tales.
Yet the child didn’t know the importance of secrets
fa
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get tr
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
an
Drawings"Drawings"Drawings1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I drew on the walls
when life wasn’t enough
the drawings were scribbles
that made no simple sense
yet when I drew they came alive
my heart and soul expressed
pretty ponies and dinosaurs
all simple scribbles of mine
when the parent returned
and saw my mess
the blood that stained
drew a prettier picture than
my simple scribbles
PendulumThe pendulum swingsPendulum5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
Click click click
the clock counts forward
simple five note tune
the hands striking forward
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
gently hitting the sides
Midnight tolls the tune
Opheliac dreams capture all
chanting in time with
click and clack of the tolling clock
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
fantasy images
sandstorm desolation
loveless fixation
hopeless beings
The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings
Breathless awakening
ring and chime of tolling cloc
A fork in the roadThe path ahead is long and dusty,A fork in the road6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with bumps and cracks to impede
a pale steed and dark rider
travel down the chalky path.
The rubble and stone,
prove no hindrance
to the vauge figure
on the alabaster colt.
With letters from family in one hand,
and the reins clutched in the other,
Dark Rider moves along the byway
happily traveling the endless road.
Yet all the bumps and cracks,
the trips, twists and tricks,
venturing never stops
along the dusty old course.
Dark Rider does not stop,
until the road suddenly splits,
and two trails, clear as day,
appear on the lane before him.
The right, birds are cheeping,
and the sky is bl
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