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CrusadeI destroyed something beautiful,Crusade1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In a manner words cannot express.
I gave it that look of a madman,
And I struck it down, I must confess.
What in this world is precious?
What determines the line?
Who gets to make the choice,
Between faulty and fine?
I am only a simple man.
And that man I must be.
I am the wretched beast,
That devours all it sees.
And when I laid eyes on my prey,
I felt its touch; sacred, blessed.
But when seen through the glass,
It changes shape, but I digress.
I saw it for what it was:
A lie, a deceitful fiction.
Written in ancient time,
With such brilliant diction.
How could I be so foolish?
Well, Aren'
It Looks Like RainIn a passing moment,It Looks Like Rain3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of love and pain,
The sky feels heavy and cold;
Does it look like rain?
From where we are now,
The clouds seem gray,
The leaves turn up
It will rain today.
The wind bites and gnaws,
Chilling to the bone,
The despair bears its teeth,
As if we've none of our own.
We distant lovers cry,
Divided by a world,
Hold our love in the clouds,
Lest the heart be unfurled.
And now that love grows heavy.
Too much for the clouds,
The rain comes soon,
The cries ring out, sad and loud.
But there's no distance at all,
In matters of the heart.
When lovers look to the sky,
They're never far apart.
So when you yearn for
WalkingThere's a wind that smells like rain,Walking2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Up beyond the pine.
Reminds me of that Gentle place,
That I have left behind.
My shoes are worn and ragged.
Muscles burn'n to the bone.
Been walking all my life now,
And I'm longing to get home.
-music-
Green mountains loom ahead,
Leaving scars in the sky.
Casting shadows on my life,
Singing "Boy why won't you die!"
"Can't die yet" I said,
Not til I get home.
Been walking all my life now,
N'the road's all I've ever known.
-music-
I've strayed far from the path,
Can't seem to find the road.
The sun is setting low now,
and I begin to feel the cold.
But I can't give in yet,
Can't bitc
A New Morning's SongThrough the oak, the maple, the pine and fir,A New Morning's Song3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where these thoughts, beliefs, and arts concur,
Pads along a king of no castle, a master of no manor.
He passes not the distance; his sheer grace is beyond it.
It's like the ground moves instead, when night's candle is lit.
He's got breath of steam, and lungs on fire,
He's passed the hills, the plains, and the mire.
Time grows tired, the candle's wick whisper's low.
And he has run on, for longer than you can know.
Surrender is a sin, as he commits himself whole,
He keeps on running, past the river, past the knolls.
The candle goes out, and a lantern is lifted,
The task grows nearer, t
Hand in HandI called your name.Hand in Hand6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From the dark of the alleyway.
I'll kept you from,
The pain of the finale day.
You knew my face.
How could you ever forget?
I just had to pause.
To make sure I wouldn't regret.
Your head snapped back.
Blood coats the wall.
And if I could take it all back.
I wouldn't have flinched at all.
What you didn't know.
What you couldn't understand.
Is that the me and the dark.
Go hand in hand.
Me and the Dark,
Go hand in hand.
You knew my name.
You've smiled before.
You knew me as soon,
As I came to your door.
Crooked alleys carve,
Scars into the city.
And what you are,
Made the scars look pretty.
And well
A Tribute to the Heroes of BostonThe destination calling them home,A Tribute to the Heroes of Boston1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Burning acid though their veins,
They suffered as I would never know,
And overcame a pleasant pain.
They stood there at the finish line,
Triumphant, as gods among the meek.
The burning flames caught in eye,
That inspiration that we all seek.
Cowardice runs rampant and flees,
As the blood now stains the walk.
Fear and danger is all we could see.
Tremors in voice as survivors talk.
As the walks grow in crimson fear,
Mankind became something more.
A people who shed a pained tear,
Growing fury filled their core.
A place that saw the redcoats fire,
The Boston Massacre and Bunker Hill,
Now saw result of cowar
SilasThe flames around him grew higher, but they were oddly cold to the touch.Silas6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Is another test?" He asked himself quietly as he stood at the gate.
The wall surrounded him, with no path to return to, only the gate, to press onward through.
The silence was deafening. The flames did not even crackle.
His hand trailed into the flame, and he waved it around. The flame not only failed to burn him, but it also obeyed him, as the clay to the potter, or the arrow to the archer.
Stunned, he stepped backwards. "But how...how did I?"
He attempted to duplicate his actions, and when his hand penetrated the fire again, he waved it sharply to the side. The
Happy Holidays from the one you ForgotAngels of snow lay on the ground,Happy Holidays from the one you Forgot1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This dark December eve.
They lay forgotten in the cold,
Forgotten just like me.
The bitter winds kiss me harsh,
and bite my weary bones.
But I can bear no frown in this,
As winter is my home.
The lovers in their cozy rooms,
Kiss under the mistletoe.
And selfish children clutch onto gifts,
Never to let go.
Tis the season, they shall sing,
Their songs so tried and light.
So they forget their troubles now,
on this December night.
They can't break their eyes away from that
Gilded Christmas tree.
If they'd only take a look around,
They wouldn't have forgotten me.
So go on and make your angels i
Stop the BusI want to get off.Stop the Bus1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Open the door.
Why won't you listen?
I can't take much more.
They watch me as I cry,
All they do is scoff.
Stop the bus, I want to get off.
My words can be heard,
I assume too faintly.
I wish he could listen,
So that he could release me.
I whisper your name,
Like moss so soft.
Stop the bus, I want to get off.
My fellow travelers,
Are weary and cold,
They know not my strife,
They'll never be told.
The pain of the travel,
Makes every breath, a cough.
Stop the bus, I want to get off.
Every inch is a mile,
On this long loathsome road.
Every mile is a league,
Away from heart's home.
I wish I could fly
What the hell am I supposed to do?I never believed that I would find,What the hell am I supposed to do?3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A cause that’s not a waste of time,
A wisp of blue cigarette smoke,
Dead the moment you have a toke.
There’s no mercy left in the earth,
We've drank down all that it was worth,
And now I’m a wisp of fading blue.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Call me anything that you want to.
Tell me everything that you've gone through.
But it won’t matter when the bar closes,
If your shitty personality smells like roses.
Don’t take me for some worthless man,
I've only one set of footprints in the sand.
Open your book and look for your truth,
What the hell am I supposed to do?
I’
The Undying ShoreIt was too beautiful to be a nightmare,The Undying Shore2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was too woeful to be a dream.
It was too vivid to be ignored...
I had awoken, asleep, in a world unseen.
The skies were dark but the view was clear.
I was standing in a long, narrow hall.
The walls were interrupted by wooden doors.
And a door to my side opened to my call.
It was a room, four walls and no window.
I should have known not to go on through.
And damned is my pure curiosity,
The door slammed shut and my fear grew.
I fell forever and landed hard,
the room had become an expansive shore.
I looked around in awe and fright,
then behind me appeared another door.
Through this door
The Courtship of the WinterBlack canopies drift across a midnight skyThe Courtship of the Winter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Obscuring white stars as I walk on by,
Their bony fingers reach across my upward view,
So that the best I can do is try to peer through.
The winter's bitter cold now shakes my heart,
Her wind keeps blowing but the fingers won't part.
I can do nothing to see those ancient lights
So I'm left walking forward into Winter's blights.
The cold makes the ground crunch, makes my breath steam.
I wish I were asleep, for its never cold in a dream.
I pull the coat close in vain, my bones begin to freeze.
I collapse backward, to be left facing the tops of those trees.
But just as the cold begins to f
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Daydreams of the Reaper's FriendIn terms of suns and ancient stone,Daydreams of the Reaper's Friend7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tomorrow's the day we die.
So bar the doors with brittle bones,
And together we will cry.
It's our slow apocalypse.
And deep within we thrive.
I'd destroy the world to taste your lips,
And watch them burn alive.
So gaze through the window pane,
And seek out my favorite star.
And see us dance in Solar rain,
And on Saturn's ring we leave a scar.
A ballad of two in loving death.
Can beckon in a time of hope.
Despite the words of all the rest,
And distance seen in a telescope.
I'll spin her round and bring her home.
To where we find our window pane,
And I'll let her lay in dreams she roams.
W
Silas: Page OneMany nights passed in the burn ward before the grafts had gone through. His face recovered better than the rest of him, though, a thin sliver of silvery scar still showed along the edge of his grafting, along his left jawline, up to the center of his cheek, no more than an inch above his jaw.Silas: Page One5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It took a long time for him to grow the courage to speak.
Six years.
Six years of silence. Without a word.
And it was broken by a silence. Ironic.
She said not a word to him, and he not a word to her. In the asylum, they were the best of friends. They never spoke, they never left messages, but they always understood one anot
Silas: Page FiveThe ensuing flames engulfed the Asylum.Silas: Page Five5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every single life on the property was snuffed out.
Save one.
Silas.
The cab pulled up, and a woman stepped out.
A woman with ebony hair, and fair skin, and a figure to envy, and eyes full of fear.
She gazed at the back of Silas's head, as he knelt at the base of the smoldering ruins of his home for six years.
He wept for her.
And she stood behind him.
She opened her mouth and said, "D-don't….Don't be afraid….S-Silas…"
His hands shook.
The flames surrounding him grew.
He knew the voice, but thought of it as nothing more than the flames taunting him.
"S-Silas….I'm here…"
She reached for him
Spilled the paint in the sky2 years ago in Other
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Insomnia There's a silence engulfing me, penetrating the darkness, opaque and seductive. In these times of sleeplessness, the ceiling seems rather interesting, each bump and crack something to imagine, another story. I pull the covers up to my chin, scanning the room for some unknown terror. Maybe that's what's preventing me from sleep, some evil being lurking in the room. Maybe it's the monster residing in my mind, holding out for morning, waiting patiently.Insomnia2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I feel hopeless, the bags under my eyes growing darker, more raccoon-like in appearance. Sleep forever eludes me, hiding like a persistent child in a game of hide-and-seek, determined
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SystemI walk the high mountain path.System7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Up where eagles are soaring.
So I can roll boulders down,
And count the victims I'm scoring.
Some people don't understand,
Brains of a stegosaurus.
That my words aren't shallow,
And my shield isn't porous.
The sharp tongued victims,
Witless con of man,
Try to seem so big,
But up here, they're sand.
Rolled over by the boulder,
That I tossed down the side.
They evade & run to shade,
But they can't ever hide.
Money gods looking down,
Over cities flicking ashes,
Of their cig fumes burning,
As they brand peoples' asses.
And the heat of the moment,
Is just the heat of the cinder,
That they try s
He Loved Her AnywayHer lipstick revealed her as the devil,He Loved Her Anyway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After the fact,
Her voice was like a studio recording:
Too perfect to be any good.
He fell into her trap, and loved it,
Loved her even though that wasn't
Part of his plan.
She knew it, sooner or later,
And eventually she began to become
His rusted-over car door
That wouldn't open no matter who tried,
She was his rainy day movie
That was scratched and wouldn't play.
She was his kite that broke
When it was flying over the lake,
His phone when it died
And he couldn't find the charger...
Or was she the charger
That couldn't be found?
She was his music when the ink
Made the page unreada
A War of HeartsWhen my eyes fell on her at long last, I was pierced by her sword.A War of Hearts2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I felt a pain in my chest, and I knew from my bones, that I was stricken.
They all turned to look as they knew that this was now the end of me.
My heart was racing ever faster, while all of my terrors thickened.
My guard was down, not that it would have mattered anyway.
The shimmering steel was far too sharp to even be slowed down.
From her eyes, that steel came forth and it pierced by beating heart.
Any hope of me continuing on as I have, has collapsed to the ground.
And I must surrender my very soul now into this wondrous light.
With the war of hearts won, I fully embrace
A Dying SoulMidnight steps through all of the untouched white,A Dying Soul2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Make the stains seem so faded and light.
I step onward ever still to a place I don’t know.
Coasting, cold, through the cool mint snow.
As the arms of those that I would hold dear,
Taunt me warm as if they could be near.
The embrace I feel is some wicked kiss,
As my madness replaces all of my bliss.
My legs stumble on even as my feet go numb.
My heart grows cold and my voice goes dumb.
I’ll cry out and steam pierces on through the cold.
Mortal wounds bleed from this stricken soul.
And as my tongue tastes the snow falling down.
My knees will bruise against the frozen ground.
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