Insert TitleInsert Title4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Where I go, I go,
Like a river flows, you know
I have a tendency to roam (it shows),
And I just love to change my mind.
I'd love to stay, but I haven't the time -
Stay too long and my mind goes blind.
If I can't see than I'd rather die,
So I must move on, and on...
I have so much to find.
And what I know, it glows -
Like the sun might show, you know?
As I go, my ideas, they grow.
Every time I stop they slow,
But I like the feeling of their flow -
So I run mad to relieve my mind.
Avalon's GriefAvalon's GriefAvalon's Grief5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shriek Raven, cry!
Let go your tongue,
For your Lady sleeps in a pool of blood.
The vengeant cross has cleaved her head-
My poor Raven cry, your Lady's dead.
Before the crowd, before her words,
Did cold iron steal her sacred birth.
What of the World, with the Mother gone?
Would that all Earth could hear your silent song.
Her destiny met before her decree heard,
The oath forsaken forgetting to be remembered.
Oh Raven, do cry!
There is blood of the Goddess spilled on the hearth
-The Old Sow sacrificed for less than it's worth.
The whole court did witness her final demise,
Through all the Great Loss let its sadness rise.
Frozen was the Morrigan, remote beyond despair;
Tumbled was Lord Taliesin, the wise Druid but a weak old man.
Cry for us all, dear Raven!
Be glad you were not there-
Stung with the Sight, you've seen enough
To not watch live the death cradling her hair.
How will your island stay afloat
When now the Lady's Lake's run dry?
Don't break your vows and say
Atomic SunriseAtomic Sunrise1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The horizon was a-boil with the pink rising sun:
A bed of gold satin in Helios' wake.
Enjoy the alba, child,
As it portends of things to come,
Things that end,
Things like love.
Remember the world that dazzled?
The world that sung?
But all he could do was say goodbye,
"Shouldn't you?" he cried
Head in hand,
Soul in pieces
Melting like clouds on gorgeous mornings.
Darling, pull the shades down
I'm not ready for the truth -
It's a brightly-blinding, harsh beauty
No, I want to stay with you.
She told him he was worth it,
She liked to tell him things she knew
Boy, you're caked in dirt and lies,
Sorrows of the Dragon LordSorrows of the Dragon Lord10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorrows of the Dragon Lord
In the woods,
By the dragons layer,
A house lay silent
- Misplaced there.
Misplaced among the creatures of knowledge and magic.
Creatures living in the realm of the dragons layer.
There lay that house,
Abused and absurd,
There lay the Death House
Beautiful Or UglyBeautiful or UglyBeautiful Or Ugly4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(Whisper) please don't look at me.
When I was 8 they said I looked strange
I noticed my eyes and nose weren't the same
I looked at myself and frowned
My face wasn't meant to be so round
So I asked my mummy if I was okay
She looked into my 'almond eyes' just like daddy used to say
Smiled and said 'I look more beautiful each day,
They wish that they had your smile
And that's how they showed it
By saying to you their bit'
Then I got confidence in myself for a while
With who I am, how I looked and with my own style
God made you and me the same way
You should only get judged by what you do
Don't listen to what they say
You are true, when you just be you
The sun isn't going to always shine
Their words aren't going to let you down
Even through the bad times
Don't let yourself drown
And if I'm ugly
Look at yourself and say those words quietly
So are you...
When I turned 13 I started to care
On how tall I was and how much I weighed
They made it feel like life was unfair
Wanderlust WanderlustWanderlust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sirens sing of bluer skies
and more exotic flowers than these,
something new to see and smell.
And what freedom a bird has!
The ability to come and go
as he pleases.
I say, "What's the price?"
And here I am, stuck in a hole
hearing ballads of far away places,
listening to scathing lies,
most unlike my cherishable dreams.
I'm led to think that making
good memories can be profitable,
but only to those who cherish them.
"From where do memories come?"
Yes, traveling through life while standing still,
That's a reality for me.
The breakout will never happen,
but I can dream, can't I?
I want more.