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DFC 13: My Strange DaughterMy strange young daughter is a crab.DFC 13: My Strange Daughter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She dresses down in black and drab
attire so that all may see
she keeps her own self company.
I thought I understood her well.
When she was small she'd run to tell
if something caused distress or glee;
she keeps her own self company.
I've sheltered her from everything,
kept boys at bay, not let her sing
too loud for fear she'd go off-key
and now she keeps her company.
She holds emotions to herself
as though her heart were on the shelf
within a box, and all agree
she keeps her own self company.
I find myself antagonized.
She doesn't seem to realize
all that I've done, just drearily
she ke
Rationem MaliI do not see the evil that they see.Rationem Mali2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darkened thoughts have never manifested
on my soul or any place within me.
Never in my heart has poison rested
or has predisposition for revenge
tormented me for many sleepless nights,
sustaining me like water does a wenge,
enticing less than noble fancy-flights.
Ever-good, and ever a pariah.
That you, in fact, would claim to be so pure
herein is found to ambiguous.
Each baby born is birthed less than demure;
each man begins his life iniquitous.
Villains all began their time in youth, but
innocence in cognizance is fleeting
like your credibility for that what
tediously you continue bleatin
Eaglemonarch of the skyEagle10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you are about to take flight
courageous vision
yellow cobbled feet
white mantle, cloaked august-brown
sunlight-dappled wings
victorious shriek
bouncing echo multiplied
make the mountains sing
crisp-smelling morning
dew-speckled fresh light of dawn
aromatic musk
sudden seizing fear
morsel writhing powerless
unfortunate prey
solitary plume
sharp needle and fragile air
downward jettison
courageous vision
you are about to take flight
monarch of the sky
The BrushI fell in loveThe Brush2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the pause
between your words
where I could almost hear you
lick your lips
in anticipation.
Don't tempt me
with an evil spirit
for knowing how I covet
the taste of wickedness,
acrid like the
wood-chip smell of autumn
and just as apt
to cloud my skyward eyes.
I reached for you despite,
and my outstretched fingers
only caught the air.
Our Last DaysI wasn't so naiveOur Last Days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as to believe
you would be with me
forever.
(I guess,
in that respect anyway,
I've grown up a little).
Predetermined knowledge,
however, only makes the pain
all the more a tangible reality,
for some part of me
had deeply hoped
that our travels would
be ceaseless,
unending adventure;
you, playing music
for me to sing along,
and me, showing you
all the affection I am capable of.
In the end,
you protected me better
than my own family.
It's quaintly romantic to think
you gave your life for mine;
your sacrifice will not go
unremembered, old friend,
no matter who I ride with next.
DFC 17: Love AutopsyFoolish girl, do you not knowDFC 17: Love Autopsy3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that the way to a man's heart
is neither wit nor charm, but
point-blank through his chest?
Mitten: DFC 6four all togetherMitten: DFC 61 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
wool-bound against the winter
one separated
DFC 12: DementedIf you are reading thisDFC 12: Demented3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am most likely dead
and every inch of me
has vanished from your life
(I promise) thoroughly.
If you are reading this
you will find bitter words
denoting how you shut
me out or let me in
at your convenience, but
if you are reading this
and take away one thing
let it be that I still
loved you with my last breath
and know I always will.
If you are reading this
demented woman's rant
I must apologize;
the poor girl's gone quite mad.
Please disregard. Good-bye.
The Virus: DFC2012 2My lover, I am sick with love for you.The Virus: DFC2012 26 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The burning of my mind that takes a hold
when, like a virus, you come uncontrolled
into my veins with your invading storm.
The tremors overrun my fragile form
and make a stain of red as if to prove
that conflagration forces me to move
beyond infected visions left askew.
And so, reduced to ashes, we'll come to
the simple matter of my death thereof;
my lover, I am sick without your love,
but I am dying for the love of you.
JanuarySeventy-six degrees.January4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We watch yesterday's ice
melt like the tears of winter
and pool in the divots
of the thirsty earth.
I want to go puddle-splashing
barefoot with hiked-up jeans
and you grin and tell me "Do it!"
You and the rain
are my best of friends.
We'll keep that our secret,
even when I catch a cold.
DFC 4: To Cast A SpellYou were never really mine to love.DFC 4: To Cast A Spell3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You smile at me with empty eyes;
For better or for worse, I am victorious.
The love spell that I cast could never
Be the work of any sorceress.
You were never really mine to love
But the poison that I spread
Reached even your heart, now
You smile at me with empty eyes.
They call me a witch behind your back;
They say I've changed you
For better or for worse. I am victorious.
Sailor's Song"I must go down to the sea again,Sailor's Song1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to the lonely sea and sky,
and all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by."
Your face is carved like a memory
almost too difficult to sustain.
In order, then, to remember you,
I must go down to the sea again.
You had to go out sailing
with no time to say good-bye.
I watched your back retreating
to the lonely sea and sky.
I found I couldn't call to you
as your white sails began to dip
past the pale of the horizon,
and all I ask is a tall ship—
though I cannot come aboard.
I will wave when land is nigh
from my battered little skiff
with your star to steer her by.
Storm Haikulow-hanging gray cloudsStorm Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
break only for a moment
sunlight struggles through
On Stopping At The Bakery: DFC 2frozen breath and fragrance mingleOn Stopping At The Bakery: DFC 21 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like lamination in the sky
bells above the store-front jingle
as if to tempt me now to buy
croissants and my spirits leaven
to hear the portly baker's cry
"manna fallen down from heaven!"
as if to tempt me now to buy
galettes stand silently alert
as they await to caramelize
profiteroles peek up and flirt
as if to tempt me now to buy
Sain x Lucius Support: FE clubSain and LuciusSain x Lucius Support: FE club3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A tragic tale of unrequited love in three parts
C Support
Sain: Ahhh….ahh!
Lucius: …hello.
Sain: There is no question at all. You are indeed the fairest lady of our camp!
Lucius: …
Sain: Oh, be still my heart! I see you blush with humble modesty. Exquisite!
Lucius: Sir Knight, I…
Sain: Sain! How impetuous and rude of me not to introduce myself!
Lucius: …Sir Sain, I'm afraid you are in error.
Sain: Nonsense! There can be no mistake in such peerless loveliness! And so I am off to gallantly defend you, sweet maiden, from whatever foe dares cross our path today! Yah!
Lucius: Oh goodness&
In Excelsis DeoShe folds crimsonIn Excelsis Deo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
origami flowers nowadays
and tries not to think about
when she was queen.
She never makes noise anymore
when she sneaks out
to look at the moon.
"I was in the hedge maze,"
she tells her friends,
"but I think I lost my way."
Their eyes fill with
the sincerest of concern
as they pat her hands
by means of an apology;
and she is gracious,
as shown in liquid smiles
that have the tendency
to deliquesce
as soon as the spring
rains come.
Anor and Syn: sketch2 years ago in Scraps
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DFC 6: FidelityFoolish fidelity, daring to dream;DFC 6: Fidelity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Locking loyalties with serpents' cunning to scheme
And purport a plot, heavy-handed;
Oppose opposition, constant and candid.
Walk with acknowledged assurance
I, indelible even endurance,
am ever so much more than I may seem!
DFC 2: Arch AngelDecember always leaves me wanting;DFC 2: Arch Angel3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Streets and people cold as stone,
Unfriendly as a church
That turns away the pagan non-believer
With peddlers beseeching "Angel,
Wont' you buy?"
I pass them by,
All of them lost in greed and wanting
And me in misery, a fallen angel
With a jaded heart of stone,
Unable to believe
In commerce, congress, or in any church.
My feet have brought me to the catholic church
(A place I rarely dare to tread by).
I was never really much of a believer;
Sermons I find empty and wanting.
The arch to the vestibule is polished stone
And beneath, with hands outstretched, an angel.
My eyes rest longing on the
DFC 8: Insubstantial: for E.E.He's earned the right to see her naked skin.DFC 8: Insubstantial: for E.E.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When her neurotic fits have taken hold
he's held her hand, and he has always been
the one to whom her nightmares have been told,
and even through their most tumultuous
of times, when she has sought my company
he has remained steadfastly virtuous,
and so has she (to my ignominy).
And I? At best (if that), poor surrogate
on the behalf of one as yet unmatched
within her heart, although I must admit
it's my own fault for being so attached
to one I'll never have the chance to prove
my insubstantial, unrequited love.
DFC 3: Words That BeguileSyntax, a demon most cunning,DFC 3: Words That Beguile3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was tired of diction and punning.
He was utterly bored
With bad metaphor;
He desired something more stunning.
"Woe is me," he lamented and sighed.
"I cannot any longer abide
'That is like this'
Or 'a rose is a kiss',
I want something that's never been tried.
What the hell could one possibly mean
To say that to write is to glean?
Oh give me a poet
With talent to show it
And spit out what they really mean!
Always one thing compared to another,
Saying moon when they really mean mother,
Comparing her eyes
To the stars in the skies,
Convoluting their point 'til we smother.
I do not intend to be hos
Pomology: DFC1Adam's apple, newly notorious,Pomology: DFC11 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Has outlived others more gainful and glorious.
Iduna's gift of innocent guise;
Discordia's aureate act of demise;
Classic contes now neglected
For fantasy properly protected,
Arresting apple's vie victorious.
Sta.sh
