A Sincere Feeling of Precious NeedAre, You, Wanting? Just a pause, a moment spent, or given
Freely transcribing, from sin to sinner, a canvas driven
Paint the whorls of her heart, stroke the brush upon the skin
Where there is no hatred true, a thiefless girl cannot make sin
Snatched from cradle, thrown to grave, err a glance was sent to sky
Listen well to heed the dripping laughter, 'neath dark angel's cry
Blackened men, with faces white, pale as snow, bloodless, tender
Feeling truthful, true to a fatherless heart, wayfared but never render
Sent beneath the speckled band of gold, parched for bluer blood
Never knowing sweet b'low the eyes of wanting 'neath the pristine mud
Wanted for the hands that sing, and ring the bells of clarity
Without seeking fantasy for which a man must cast his heart to charity
Formless as the mind, knowing, rhythm is the beat of spoken word
Coming once not first, nor e'er second, mere but a distant third
Now the milk is sour, and the kittens spit up right beside the bowl
When a child learns to
Sad HatHe sets his hat downSad Hat6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Buried six feet, 'neath his chair
A full-length mirror frowns
Fingers in his salty hair
Thin as curried dog
'thout a season to pass by
Suck a shot of grog
Body far too worn to die
She locks the door now
Swallows cold the key inside
No more, to never bow
Twice below when people cried
We see the lacking
Within eyes hollow as her bone
What skeletal backing
When she is left twice more alone
When do the rains sing
Under-neath the soulless stars
Burning, yet whinging
Little known, they've gone too far
Their story a glad fluke
We try to love what they have shared
No time for a rebuke
We'll see how ageless they have fared
Con DoloreMay the blood rush to your lipsCon Dolore5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon receiving my wounded kiss.
Take back the flutter in your eyes,
Let me perceive your quickened breaths
from lungs once hollowed and dried
and I'll adhere to the wispy thoughts
like fleets that flee my mind.
Now, I'm praying for congress
with the Gods I've left behind,
forsaking solace in my words.
For you, I'd pay my tithes.
Just let the blood run through your lips,
let this light suffuse your eyes;
if "HE" can hear my whispered thoughts
then you will breathe New Life!
Can I PARRY with pen and pad
if "HE" won't make this right?
What GOOD is there in words?
What USE is there in life?
Just let the blood run to your lips...
"Can eyelids sheathe my wounded eyes?"
If "He" can read my heavy heart,
I'll do without mine.
Amazing GraceAmazing grace, how sweet the soundAmazing Grace5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the saddest melody--
I know I’m lost but would be found…
But I’m blind, I’ll never see.
T’was grace that taught my heart to fear
And those fears are killing me
Too scared to even shed this tear
I’m crying silently.
Through many dangers toils and snares
I barely have survived
You’d think He’d answer the fervent prayers
Of those in the cold outside.
The Lord has promised good to me
And I’m waiting on that bet
Don’t take this wrong—no blaspheme--
But he hasn’t done it yet.
Yes when this flesh and heart shall fail
Maybe I’ll have some peace
But if the world and death prevail
I’ll simply be deceased.
When we’ve been here ten thousand years
And I’m still like I was when young,
Perhaps he’ll take those tired tears
And make them rainbows from the sun.
Amazing grace, how can it be
That God would bless the wretch in me?
So lost, so hurt, so bro
A StormThe storm rages onA Storm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing its song
Of destruction and death
Stealing my breath
It pounds and it rips
Takes houses and ships
With flashes ablaze
Can't help but amaze
Winds violent and wild
Forests are riled
Trees blasted apart
It touches my heart
It's so lovely
The eye of the storm
So peaceful, serene
Seems out of the norm
From the once tortured scene
How the world shakes
At this marvel i quake
The Power, the glory
Such a beautiful story
FirestormDawn, fire-bright,Firestorm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against the sea's reflected light.
I stand, eyes wide open,
as stars fall from heaven
and embers swirl 'round,
rising from their parent's earthen beds,
The fire calls to itself,
singing its joy.
I stand, in the midst
of beginning and end,
listening to its song.
AficionadoShe's quite the girl,this little baubleAficionado5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you've kept to fill your humble hovel.
Sapphire eyes, porcelain faced;
why, she even speaks with innate grace!
Twirling in your arms again,
your ornamental sychophant.
Look how she bends! Oh, how she caves...
Is she so pliant to your wicked ways?
Tell me, does she think you're out with friends
when you're creeping out her house, my friend?
How she loves math, I'll never guess;
Even her love is filled in dividends!
Oh, she's quite the girl - this little bauble.
She keeps her place, never a trouble.
Her vapid eyes and fragile face,
her waging tongue mistaken for grace;
She's quite the catch, but let me digress...
How did your warm heart evanesce?
She's a pretty girl, I will admit;
but what of "the One" to whom you've commit?
At your leer, she will undress;
no wary tongue to put to rest.
How does it feel to make her dance,
this puppet to your sleight of hand?
A foolish girl, this little bauble...
Quite cruel of you to make her want you.
But next tim
The perfect morningcoffeeThe perfect morning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Infinity of DarknessThe Infinity of Darkness ReclaimThe Infinity of Darkness5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Portal is calling,
Heavens are falling,
As the spectral reality comes alive.
Amidst all screaming,
With the flames searing
I conceive my darkest thoughts alive.
Once more will agony take its place in destiny
Of this world turned into impurity.
Such is the meaning of diabolical feeling,
When my horrors bring morbidity.
Consummation of black sorcery,
Thus comes great fire and blasphemy,
Magical dark incantations,
Abandon all invocations.
Witnessing my dreams of beauty,
That changing everything for eternity,
With night comes the new reality,
That finally destroys all that is faulty.
Once the tyrants arise,
The fall of hypocrites.
Beneath my shadow lies the Universe,
Whirling in vortex of chaos and hell,
The foundations of earthly existence
Lay before me ripped and devastated.
Forth with power of misanthropy,
Come nightmare of man's agony,
And horrors of death and fire,
Bred from our purest ire.
Raise the faithful from the void,
Those screaming th
A Miners PhilosophyThe man's heart grows heavyA Miners Philosophy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As he contemplates
He sits to think, too vast, too deep
Feelings rushed in time, in this limitless wait
Chronos is against us
He can no longer hesitate
Emotions roll and tears may fall
The gut jolting stretch of a young man's heart
May he learn to love
In this cold damp dark
Or will it be lost in this racing cart
Amidst the depths of this diamond speckled mine
We mine like philosophers
But with luck as such, no answers found
Prospecting for this long lost art
With expectations much too high
These caverns twist and turn with our fate
Too sudden a move and left in the dark
For a second lost, may be too late
As the man's heart sinks as if turned to stone
CarouselThe contraption looked to Aiden like a funnel spider's web. He would have called it a carousel, powered as it was by the children turning it round and round in lazy, anti-clockwise circles, but the rusted metal that clawed at the sky killed all but the faintest resemblance to a child's plaything. Aiden watched the children trot for a moment longer before turning toward the manor which had housed him and a dozen others plus staff for who knew how long. He missed Albert, but Albert had given him a job to do here, and Aiden refused to disappoint.Carousel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Whitewashed wooden steps gave way to a wide front porch fitted with benches and potted plants. Aiden stooped to examine an earthenware pot, feeling leaves and flowers with dirt-stained fingers. Poppies, he remembered, and in the pot next to them was a flourishing bush of belladonna. He gave the belladonna a suspicious glance and stood to open the door.
"Aiden, Aiden, come here!"
Susan's large, dark eyes gleamed at him from inside the manor. She c
Flaccid HellHere Is GodFlaccid Hell9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a burning hand, and a flaming cross
My pain is real, I hate to feel
The sense of gaining ever-lost
Put down the hand that rocks the grave
Within biting flames you roast the knave
My God, My God, you cry the wars
The heavens open, to bloody shores
With swords of words, the demons spawn
From black-robed lips of Sacred Whores
What demon princes lie in wait
They laugh, the Jester, testing fate
With wings of virtue torn to hell
What tortures endured as he fell
What lips cry mocking up to you
What lies the men in gold would spew
My God, My God, if they but knew
No-one knows you as I do.
as the pen carvedi'm sorryas the pen carved5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i just want it to
Sanctuary Of FreedomAccepting the chilling silence of eternal loneliness,Sanctuary Of Freedom5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I surrendered to the war against my inner demons.
Ever lasting self misery hovered in my thoughts while
My head hung, face covered in a curtain of hair.
A single unseen tear free'd itself,
It trickled gracefully to the tip of my nose
And left me; descending as it glistened in the moonlight
And crashed to the dark soil beneath.
My history; filled with exquisite pain,
My memories; burning in luminous flames,
I could not attain tranquility.
I suffered immense doses of apathy,
Forgiveness forever toiled.
I was haunted with invisible scars.
Fists clenched, deflecting compassion,
I imprisoned myself by my own hand,
And I befriended none.
Time chose to give me vision for one,
Allowing me to acquire an immortal companionship;
The mist cleared,
Revealing the untouched gates of my being.
My sanctuary of freedom now lies beyond mortality's grasp, Unseen by the human eye, Located beyo
my melancholic suicidea little girlmy melancholic suicide6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nowhere to go
nowhere to belong
she is unknown
she met someone
they became friends
they wanted that day
to never end
but on the moment
she opened her eyes
her friend was gone
is this true or a lie?
she looked for him
she was very sad
for he was the only
friend she had
she cried and cried
with nothing to be done
she spread her arms
and she was gone
Don'tI don't want to know anymore,Don't5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind can't take it.
Stop the cavalry,
Halt the carnival,
Every one move slowly forwards,
One step at a time,
Hang up your phones,
Pause the film,
As the silence fills my mind,
As I disappear,
As I cease to be.
Rotten At The RootsRotten At The RootsRotten At The Roots5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, pray the Lord will give me an Annie Oakley
My life bent over your bloody knees
'Fraid another epistle from a poor roustabout will go ignored
Unable to atone for this heart ill at ease
Its bedlam and appetite sending me towards God's acre
Trammeling my naked and brazen soul
For you don't love me so much as you love the words I struggle over
This fallow limen unfit to tear at the whole
Go right ahead, shatter the wolf with a sheep's eye
Hem and haw whilst ousting memories
Cleverly self-satisfied 'neath your mantle of false-hearted sighs
Just now able to shed that skin for another
Having finally found one to slaver over your worldly bones
Clamp down on this transitory resonance
I'd set myself upon the cuss who you've let reap what I had once sown
That flat limen and main still holding me at bay