The Loving DarkIn the darkness,
A figure moves so slowly.
Questioning his purpose here,
And where he's meant to go.
Doesn't understand the light.
In turn he learns to fear it.
A woman smiles softly,
Her warm hold welcomes all.
But in the shadows, things do lurk,
And cripple the Maiden's call.
A weeping boy, doesn't understand
The differences of the world.
Just knows he's not to love a man,
But must, in turn, be hurled.
Into a world, that no one knows
But everyone knows their fear.
And has no reason to disembark this
Machine that controls, contorts, and lies
A weeping man stumbles out.
A maiden's call long dead.
Perhaps it was just a dream,
Perhaps just in his head.
The darkness knows him, it loves him too,
Doesn't judge or condemn.
Just lets him carry on, a weeping man, as him.
Bless me as I walk AloneOden bless me as I walk aloneBless me as I walk Alone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beaten down with stick and stone
And though I'm bound to this rough road
I still give praise for all I've known
Every day, new lessons grow
Mostly reaping what I sow
You've taught me all of this, I know
And onwards on this path I'll go
Though I stumble, and I fall
I rise through challenge, above all
Never caving, standing tall
Knowing I'll go to Valhall
Many folks don't share my views
Some think they are just old news
Still more think I'm a bit loose
But I know, I know the truth
This is my path as a skald
Though it empty seem and cold
It leads to glorious verse and song
I know you're with me, all along.
Journey of Khaj-DarTirdas, Sun's Dusk, 1Journey of Khaj-Dar4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
* Finally out of that slaver's grasp, its been years since I've been free to do as I please. I swear, by my ancestors, if I ever see another Thalmor mage, I'll rip their heart out with my bare hands. It feels great to not have that damned collar around my neck, but I need to get far from here. The border is a long way away, but I need to find shelter and some food. I know the thalmor will be out looking for me. They won't look kindly on the murders.
* I'm cold, this freezing terrain is horrid. I remember when my master and I resided in Morrowind. I liked the climate there; much nicer than this frozen tundra of a country. I swear, the only weather here is just snow. I've heard holds further south are warmer, or at least not covered in snow. Must be nice, being that close to the border.
* I've found a large rock like shelter, killed the troll that was under here. There was already previous bedding from someone before; I hope trolls don't frequent this area to
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 103 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 83 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
He FightsOne-Eyed Wanderer, All-Father to meHe Fights3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ask you for guidance, to help me see
what challenges lie ahead, to be
in the hopes to overcome and be free.
Every so often, I am broken down
beaten to nothingness and left to drown
in this despair and pain that I found
and I need your help, to reach my crown
Please take me by the hand, and let me hold tight
as you walk me through the dark, horrid night
and lend me the strength so that I may fight
In order to force it back, to bring forth light
People continue to berate and lie
Some of them call out that I should just die
and that I'm too weak to do anything, to fly
above them all, into the sky.
So every night, I kneel before your shrine
In the hopes that you'll help someone of my kind
And no matter if you never do, in time
I know that I'll be rewarded, between the line
Maybe not in this life, or even the next
but I know with my heart, that it will be for the best
and so I take their cruel words in jest
because I know one day, one day, I'll rest
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 43 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
Someone Has ToI took my fall,Someone Has To4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Saw the goal and I lost it all.
I built my wall,
Only to find out it's not all for one and one for all.
Someone has to lose,
Become the broken and the bruised
Someone has to choose,
And realize it's not a ruse
I took my fall,
Saw the horizon and lost it all
I built my wall,
Only to find it's not all for one and one for all.
I'm tired of being the lost one,
Just want to finally win some.
I'm tired of being left alone,
Just want someone to call my own.
But someone has to lose,
Someone has to be lost and confused.
A husk of what I once was, its not a facade
The heart is empty, though the shell is so hard
What I once was, was something so grand
In the arms of my loved one, she was woman and I was man.
Looking 'cross the barren fields, to think we once ruled the land.
All a memory, just something to fade
As we think of what really remained
Emotions die out, but the pains everlasting
Scream into the mic, with the speakers blasting
I'm tired, and so are you,
Of being the lost
The Weeping ClownShe doesn't love me,The Weeping Clown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just a name.
Trying to cling to her,
As she rises to fame.
She doesn't need me,
Nor does she care.
Because to her,
I'm rarely there.
Behind the scenes,
Pulling things 'round.
No one notices,
The weeping clown.
No one looks,
Nor do they ask.
They just assume,
He has another task.
"Too busy" they say
"To be questioned or stopped"
"Just let him work"
"He doesn't talk"
Never do they
That the weeping clown
Is really me.
Lonely Gods"I wish my body to be a staircaseLonely Gods3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to heaven." She said, "A conduit
of lonely Gods."Swaying
pendulum hips, she, she
was made of stardust.- Scars sleeping
above a city of sweet bones, stirring
like sun-stricken scorpions during
hollow painkiller nights,
mistaking her redred burns
for Apollos kisses.
"Sadly, this body has whispered away
the last of my secrets."
'X' Marks The SpotI am a pirate,'X' Marks The Spot3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a ghost among the sunken ship
of your treasure trove heart.
Like the last bit of rum in the jug,
I enjoy the way 'fuck' rolls off your tongue,
as if you invented its meaning.
I try to articulate that one syllable,
match your way of speech-
You've never needed to dress your words-
dip them in ink or paint them in poetry
upon the exotic map of my sun-kissed curves.
I have drowned so many times
in the green sea of your eyes
that I am coughing up seaweed
& weak bones.
You tell me not to speak-
that such words sound dirty on my tongue
that my spine is made for beauty
and not for a bounty.
But you, you are a plague
light-years at sea
and I am finding the ocean
& salty siren lips.
Rawlith Kharji "I cannot understand why skooma is so popular " sighed Do'Krin, as he and his master walked past a skooma den, both in hooded robes marked with a large strange symbol on the backs and wrists. Many of the residents lay outside, out of their minds, whispering strange words in their stupor. Others ran around, elated and feeling on top of the world.Rawlith Kharji4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The feeling, I would assume, look at them, they feel as if they can conquer the world " his instructor replied, pointing to those running about. "The others ecstasy I suppose " he finished, looking at those who lay on the mats and benches outside.
"But it is such a dependency, sir" Do'Krin continued. "It does not seem like a good trade; the more you use it, the better you feel, and the more you feel you need it " he sighed, looking upon the addicts with nothing but pity. "Soon they feel like dying more than they feel their ecstasy " he finished.
"I suppose I cannot answer your inquir
Suffering SilentlySuffering silentlySuffering Silently3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wish I could help
Drag you back out
Of this state, this hell
Alas I'm on the side
Just a patient spectator
Wishing I was in the game
To be considered a player
Let me take you by the hand
And run far with you
Away from troubles of this land
Just us two
You have a voice to be heard
Don't let me speak for you
Come on, utter the words
Let the world know your pain
Let them hear your scream
Then and only then
Will we know its not a dream
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 93 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
To me, this is foodTake the blade down the sideTo me, this is food4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a slight incision, let it gush
Arrange them in a pretty pattern
feel the passion begin to rush
Must hold back
Restrain the passion
Clean the cuts, don't make a mess
Such soft skin, a fine treat
Lick the lips, just a tease
As always, start with the feet
Can't hold back
Don't want to anyway
Want to be loose
and seize this day
A nibble there, a chomp here
So soft and tender
Perhaps should of been cooked
but so little fat to render
Bit into a thick vein
The crimson gravy coats
Perhaps this should be done in a tub
Maybe dinner would float
Passion fuels this mad desire
Darkened moons enrapture the mood
Normal people would be appalled
But to me, this is food.
A Wonderful DayThe sun is shining brightA Wonderful Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its rays pierce the horizon
The dark has faded away from the night
and now I feel enlightened
A weight was lifted from my shoulders
The chains removed from my wrists
No longer am I crushed by boulders
Now I can finally live in bliss
This feeling is new
Its wonderful and grand
I can begin once more, anew
and make my mark across the land
For the sun is shining bright and strong
I feel its comfort, I feel its warmth
as if to tell me I cannot do a wrong
I will set on down this road and venture forth
Holding my head up high
with no cares in the world
I can start life with her by my side
My loving, caring girl
This is true bliss for me
This is joy.
Its a wonderful day to be
for she's my girl, and I'm her boy.
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.i have these bones like flowers-9729 kilometers away, to be exact.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
for a taste of her
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
she does not love me.