The lonely manThe lonely manThe lonely man3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The traveling man
Forever the last of his kind
The man with no home
Doomed forever to roam
Traveled 'till he found solace on earth
The man with no name
Evading all fame
Always alone in his box
The dangerous man
The infamous man
Killing many but saving the world
The loved man
The hated man
Death and fire forever in wake
The question for some
Is if he'd never come
Would the world be off better or worse?
The lonely man, the traveling man, forever the last of his kind
The man with no home, doomed forever to roam,
Traveled 'till he found solace on earth
The Demon and the Magician: Part 8The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 8: Lost
“Watch it!” the man yells as I jump off to the side, falling backwards into a puddle of murky brown water. The man throws his arm out the window, throwing me the bird before rushing off in his large black sedan. I don’t bother to lift myself up out of the water—the rain has already soaked me to my core. Instead, I just sit, looking around me as people rush back and forth, their bodies immersed in technology, connecting them to and severing them from the world at the same time.
“The nineteenth century was so much kinder to me,” I say softly, standing up and continuing to walk down the cold concrete sidewalk. My shoes, slick and black, shine under the soft gray light that filters down from the sky. Lifting my left hand to my face, I look at the dark black scar: there’s been something different about it for a couple centuries now. Granted, it still works just fine; but something about it nags at me, b
.something (that scares me)..something (that scares me).2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your skin is pale and lovely
Your smile is meant for adoring.
I long to run my fingers through your beautiful hair
Your eyes are other worldly
Your hands so dainty and yet so strong
I want to cut off one of your moles and put it on my face to complete the other side
Your eyes actually I already said something about those
Your legs are so long they jus fuck it.
I love you.
Shit, what else am I supposed to convey I'm not good at this I never said I was how about this:
I'd do anything for you to make life meaningful and engaging
I want to be a good thing in your life
I'd do anything to make sure you stay alive
I'd give you sex
My pride and dignity
I'd become a saint
I'd commit felonies
Whatever it takes
We don't have to have anything complicated
I don't need a therapist
I wont try to be yours if you don't want me to be
If all you need is a shoulder to cry on
Or to punch if you're pissed off
Or bite if we're one
I'm not above you
I'm not beneath you
I could be every
the clockwork liari. we dusted dreams off people like the first snowflakes of the season. you'd take one and rest it on the center of your tongue because you hated the taste of ice cream and wanted to reset what cold tasted like to you.the clockwork liar2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you taught me that the cold could be bitter, and so could people's dreams.
you drank out of out-of-order wells because you believed they still worked and that the government was keeping it all to itself.
i never realized how insane you made me before i wrote this all down.
ii. i wished on the sun because i ran out of shooting stars.
and just to spite me, you began wishing on raindrops because you believed that they were so many, one of them was bound to remember you.
but we both ended up laughing hysterically with protruding knives on a bloodstained floor, didn't we?
iii. i talked to clockwork towers and told them to lie because if they stopped for just a while, all the time in the world would seize.
one human, two human
Mothersa warped wickerwork rocker moansMothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under a weary mother keeping vigil.
wisps of her maternal endearments,
leaking, streaking down the balustrade.
her swollen husband sleeping,
seeping, across scattered vinyls.
on her blind cat's chin, milk spoils,
dripping, crowning on the hearth.
her resolve, as if on wings, fleeting,
haunted by ephemeral apparitions.
her baby's in battle, prone in rubble,
seeping, across scattered warriors.
oh woebegone, mothers are heroes too,
and too often we abandon them.
Icarus"Don't fly too near the sun," I saidIcarus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your wings were created only, after all
Bird-feathers, wax and wood, a father's fancy,
For the saving of his only child
"Don't fly too near the sun."
Your teeth flashed fierce in your face
And, smiling, you struck away my fears
Fly-like, invincible against your boasting youth
Nothing could harm you then - no words
Could press home the horror that I feared.
I saw you, in my mind's eye, plummet down -
A discarded doll, you broke upon the rocks
Or, seabird-like and knifing through the waves
You split the sea, your breath stolen
By the wine-dark ocean whose strong arms
Enfolded you - a cold and salt-rimed corpse
But you, my starlight child, my bronze-and-copper boy
Who braved the heat, and, laughing,
Bared your breast to the flames,
When you fell, you burned.
BareTwo hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare.Bare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently across
A blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips,
And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air.
Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lips
Caress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductive
Words exchanged with each Lingering touch.
Their breaths between them interchange form one chest
To the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny sounds
That slip under breath between timid lips.
Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid,
Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge.
Two hearts thud slightly off beat and two chests press close,
Blind PoetUnspokenBlind Poet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its not needed
What is not felt
Is not understood
No one is 'me'
So no one will know
What even I cannot fully
How it frees
Separates me from the world
Yet I'm bound
Seeing Things Differently"Stein, what are you doing?"Seeing Things Differently2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Laying on the ground, staring at the sky through the bottom of a glass "
"Then why did you ask?"
"Why are you staring through the bottom of a glass?"
"Because it's silly!"
"You can be so immature sometimes."
"You're just jealous."
"Tsk. Here, move over."
"What do you see?"
"I see the bottom of a glass."
"It's too hard to see through!"
"Don't try to look at the sky. Look at the shapes and colors. Now what do you see?"
"I Oh come on, I just see glass."
"See anything new?"
"I see fuzz."
"Fuzz? The heck's that mean?"
"Oh, I don't know!"
"Look, Marie. Just put the bottom of the glass so that it's a little bit away from your eyes, then look at what the glass has in it."
"What do YOU see?"
"That would ruin the discovery for you."
"You don't have to."
"Hngg I know I just want to see the world the way you see it
Sleeping MorteNightshade adorned the forgotten graveSleeping Morte2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where she slept away the fading day
within her crypt bedecked in rose-gold,
yet to time she remains a slave.
With nightfall she rises from her grave,
by moons wan light she appears fay
draped in voluminous lace of old,
upon your soul death's name she'll engrave.
From ivory lips a kiss none can save,
an elusive bloom that won't stay,
her love yet remains ever so cold,
death will be all you have to crave.
As she returns back to the grave,
to her memory the lost ones pray,
slumbering amid decay and mold,
vigil kept only by the brave.
DeliriumCan you see him? He's standing right next to meDelirium2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see him screaming and writhing in agony
Don't be alarmed, it's just my angry enemy
I'll beat him to paradise with the batting of eyelashes
He shall be waiting for some time to follow
There's one mighty line leading up to the hollow
Squirming the mud full of swine as they wallow
I'll see that he misses the light show as it flashes
I have been waiting for this moment to come
For him I shall not relinquish my freedom
He is the reason that you rot in that slum
So I'll be the one to send him back to the ashes
He will be decomposing in delirium drunkenly
He and his rotten ragdolls he calls family
His mother, his father, his child and the banshee
There's a great view, we can watch as it crashes
His body is made up of maggots that protest
Keeping warm off the milk seeping from mother's breast
And as he comes nearer you can feel all that you detest
The bodies of children thrown out as he thrashes
I remember from some time ago I did see
The Twisted NurseThe syringe pulses in her handThe Twisted Nurse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't do this
I can't do this
Why are they doing this to me?!
She firmly grasps my arm
to keep me from flinching
someone stop the needle!
It can't pierce my skin!
She smiles smugly at me
and jabs me with the syringe
That's when everything s l o w e d d o w n
I was trapped in this infernal roller coaster
the needle ripping my flesh, the only sound
I couldn't do nothing but look at her
My silent screams you could see through my eyes
delicious chaos mirrored in hers
She had a distinct gaze
her yellow iris warning me of danger
whispering the words she would not say
The havoc my arm felt
was the bits of flesh scattered by the needle
She mutilated my arm
and she vanished
leaving behind her wicked smile
Text - He Made Me Smile Sample ChapterHe was like a large teddy bear, all wrapped up in Christmas paper for you. Just when you thought no one cared in the world – there he appeared bounding happy and caring, a gentleman to you.Text - He Made Me Smile Sample Chapter2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And he sat there and said such wonderful things - how smart you were and "hey look at this" and you could almost guess what his family makeup was. He had a brother for sure, but no sisters. You could tell by his confidence and his smile that it was internally happy. Just everything about him was happiness and deep caring. And you deeply cared back.
You could get lost in his ways – how he worried about you and cared for you and wanted to be there for you in your dire moments.
And you sat there and whispered to him things that you should not really say, softly into his ear, because hey – you had both come from the same background anyway.
20 years of the same stuff it seemed, and jointly between you was a smile and a deep caring that only you two would know.
And you knew instantly, ev
i miss you...I sit here in this rain,i miss you...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of you.
But no matter how long I wait on this bench,
You will never meet me here.
I’ve got on my best dress, my cane,
Even that old bowler hat you always liked,
And I wait at the bench where we first met.
But you will never meet me here again.
I lean on my cane in front of me,
Thinking of you,
The Clock StruckThe Clock Struck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman
What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!
The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress
This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold
The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief
What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold silent prayer to our heavenly father
But now's not the time to worry with such strife
For tonight may be the rest of my ungodly life
My heart beats profoundly in my chest
"I love you" my words solemnly confessed
The clock struck twelve
The love of a man unloved
"Of course you do" my love left unreturned
But with her so near, I was unco
The Demon and the Magician: Part 7The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 7: Goobye
“Terra,” I shout, focusing energy through my core and into the earth beneath me, “obedire me!” Extending outwards, my hands glow a dark green that expands like ribbons onto the stone pillars surrounding me, wrapping around them and heaving them upwards.
“Be careful, Alex!” Adeon shouts from behind as my body lifts slowly off the ground, the earth trembling as I strain myself to lift the pillars back into place—Cassius’ magic, embedded in the surroundings, resists my every move. I can feel sweat dripping down my face, the breath begins to dwindle from within me: with one final cry of pain I force the pillars back into place.
My body drops to the ground in a heap as my chest heaves, my lungs never getting their fill, my muscles in spasm. Adeon runs over to me and grabs my shoulders, his dark eyes staring into mine as he smiles.
“You did it,” he says, helping me up as we look ar
The Slaughtered Children.Why? Why? They were children! Children! How could someone strip a child, multiple children, of their innocence! How could someone strip them of life?The Slaughtered Children.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Children are one of the few good things in life. Always learning, not dispicable liars or haters or cheaters like the majority of adults, not able to commit horrendous crimes, not aware of the greater scheme of life going on around them. Believer's they are. In a child's mind, the characters of stories such as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are alive. Magic is real and all around us, commanded and cast by the fairies who were blessed by the mighty kings and queens from far far away. In a childs dream, there is no deception, no hatred, no confusion. There is only light and happiness and love, and their imagination is never as strong as it if in childhood.
It is for those reasons, and many more, why I believe children should be treasured. For their beautifully bliss minds and perfectly balanced ignorance. For their imagination, raw and i
Please Define Normal For MeThe teacher standsPlease Define Normal For Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before the class,
a ruler in one hand.
She taps the board
and pulls out a marker,
writing in black ink
define normal for me."
Not a sound.
Not a peep.
All the students do is stare,
glassy eyed and hardly there.
Once again she taps the board.
Class is still in session."
blink their eyes.
They look again at the board.
She writes her question down.
"Please define 'normal' for me."
No one dares to raise a hand,
but at least they are awake.
The timid girl, who sits in the back,
her hair dyed brightly purple and green,
barely dares to raise a hand.
"Ma'am, do you mean,
from the dictionary?"
The teachers smiles,
looks at the class.
"No, I don't,
I mean to ask,
what does normal
in terms of people's tastes.
What is a normal person,
It's plain to see,
in the faces of the "popular"
what they'd like to say.
But no one wants to offend
this amazing teacher,
The Demon and the Magician Part FiveThe Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician Part Five2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part Five: All Hell Breaks Loose
Gray. That’s all I see when I wake up. From the clouds in the sky to the light filtering through them, everything is gray: the kind of dullness that practically pulls the life from your body.
With a soft groan I lift myself off of the thick padded mat and glare out the window. A soft breeze wanders lazily into the room, the scent of the ocean meandering with it as it brushes past my nose. Inhaling deeply, I rub my eyes and look to my left: nothing but an empty blanket and pillow.
“Shit,” I say softly, throwing my legs over the edge and heaving myself up onto the old wooden floorboards. My eyes wander down to the trunk and it worn wooden lid—as gray as the rest of the world outside—before I turn and open the door, my left foot hovering in the doorway for a moment. My head turns back to the trunk, and in an instant anger and pain fill my body.
Rushing out of the door and into the narrow hallway
Never SurrenderIt's all unjust. It's all unfair,Never Surrender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does anyone give a care?
Whether life is cruel or kind,
I reserve the right to laugh than die,
But I'll never surrender to these tears I cry.
It's all untrue. It's all unbearable,
Why are these thoughts in me so horrible?
Whether death is clairvoyant or blind,
I deserve the dignity to question my time,
But I'll never surrender to these words I rhyme.
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
So Sick...I am so sick of feeling alone.So Sick...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time heals wounds, but mine have only grown.
The people around me are happy.
But I am still feeling crappy.
Some time has passed and I thought it would change.
But it has only gotten worse. Isn't that strange?
I try to stay tough.
But I know that's just a bluff.
Isn't it sad that I have to lie?
Not to anyone else but to myself.
What is really sad is that I don't care.
I treat myself like garbage, is that fair?
Its fine, it really does not matter.
My words, they are just meaningless chatter.
Don't get me wrong, I am glad everyone's lives are better.
I just wish that I did not have to sit here and see my palms getting wetter.
Two Cents and Mirror ShardsShe wears her worth around her neckTwo Cents and Mirror Shards2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the form of
From ninety-three years ago
And rusty locks,
Strung on an iron chain,
Along with broken
Keys that go to
She knows of
She finds them, on
Street corners and in forgotten,
Treating them like
And long-lost friends;
She hangs them near her core
To try and remember
Where all the pieces go,
Where they all come from.
Maybe one day.
Is made of a shattered mirror
In the hopes of
Being able to see
Something that isn't on the outside.
She is not sure
Exactly what that is
None of her parts match;
She constructs herself
Out of odds and ends
That others have thrown away.
She is cracked,
She would not know
How to fix herself
If she was whole.
She strings up
Old bottle caps and
Passages from decaying books
While she tries to fasten together
Shards of glass
That leave empty spaces
She loves them
How else is light
Supposed to shine through
Without a few ho