Broken clocksChained together,..Broken clocks8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enduring this bad weather.
Hand in hand,..
Through this forbidden land,..
Crawling through the scorching desert sand.
Together through this raging storm,..
Just us against this swarm...
But we're getting there,..getting warm.
Almost to the promised land,..
It will be just like we planned.
What its like to be banned.
But darling don't you cry,..
Let me wipe away those tears,..
And save you from your fears.
Look into my eyes,..
hear my lonely cries.
We suffered through the same pain,..
stumbled through the same rain.
Soaked to the bone,..
waiting for the unknown.
Slipping slowly into the dark,..
We can escape,..
Find a new shape.
Each wear a red cape.
But we will never be fully free,..
As we dig this hole under the tree,..
We have to agree,..
That we are bound to the sea,..
And will never again drink any tea.
This is a issue of decree,..
Can't change the past,..
Can't stop being harassed.
Of Dreams and DeathUtter confusion.Of Dreams and Death8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Drenched in memory.
A beam of light.
Tears and doors break down.
A pitch black background.
A cursed Isolation.
A doomed fate.
A lingering agony.
A crumbling mountain.
AcceptanceGreen.Acceptance8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The course iron bars of a prison.
The creaking doors,
Lock you in the building of torture.
The wet flaking paint smelt stale
And made it clear:
The weird were not welcome here.
The door shudders loudly as
Someone enters, nervously.
You can foresee the taste of blood:
100 vipers wait, poised
Ready to attack
Until there is nothing left
But an empty shell of one who once existed
Everyone was the same.
Same clothes, same attitude, same prejudice.
Like clones, unable to accept different.
Like sheep, afraid of new.
A metal barrier shading them
From the real world
Where the weird were accepted.
Shunted to the back,
Of a classroom alone.
Even the teacher can’t face it.
Touching other people’s emotions
Thorns of hatred
A light breaks through
It’s near the end
Of a hard year of war
The soldiers lined up to kill the enemy
The teachers the generals
The children the soldiers
If you were the enemy
You would know
You were outnumbered
No chance of v
I am meI look in the mirror and see my on reflectionI am me8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I start to wonder, am I not only a projection?
But if I would be one, my life would be a lie
"But I'm not a lie! I'm not!" that's what I sigh
I remember all the happy moments in life
I remember the sadness and the strife
This though is a proove that I'm me
And accepting that is the only key
To get stronger and to walk along
the lonely road to where I belong
I'm proud, that I am me
And I am also proud to be
A living being, the person that I am
I will show everyone, I will show them
I am me and I'm proud of that
And not only some kind of brat
Rose Scented Ashes III - SchoolFast forward a few years...Rose Scented Ashes III - School9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daniel was now about four, five years old, and getting ready for his first day of school, of Kindergarten. His mother had recently suffered another bout of infuriation toward Valance, who had made one remark about "What happens if the other children find out Daniel's partly plant?" Apparently, she had assumed he meant to reveal it to the other kids, and instantly snapped, chucking a vase at his head, and - thankfully - missing.
Suppose she really didn't want me to have any part in his life, Valance thought as he leaned back in the chair at his desk, reading by the sunlight, slate-violet eyes not really seeing the words on the page in front of him. Not beyond giving him a name - which she has probably already claimed as something she thought of anyway. No, not probably, he already knew as much from the whisperings he tuned in on.
As he listened to the tumult outside of his door, of the babysitter attempting to get the rowdy young c