Love is a DiesiesI am a mad-man, nothing more,
Who is too foolish to turn away.
Who dares to knock on the forbidden door,
Who doesn't understand why he decays.
A mad-man who does not understand
The grief the diesies brings.
Who grabs his untrusting loved ones hand,
Who answers when the Grimm Reaper rings.
No medications can cure the illness
Of those infected by the diesies.
For love brings no relief besides numbness
As it fullfils its deadly deeds.
Drowning, suffocating, undeniable death
Is what comes to those who are ill.
Who curse their foolish desires to love
Who try to reclimb but fall to Life's Hill.
I pity thee who falls so easily
Under death's taunting spell.
So maybe I am a fool to love thee so openly,
But I do so anyways, even if it means my
Shit.Shit.Shit.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of divisions.
Between polite pleasantries to abusive abrasions of affliction.
How can the tone and meaning change after every rendition.
This word sounds exactly like what it means.
You scream it, shout it and even mutter it under your breath.
No matter how big or little the occasion may seem.
Just unleashing it will take a load off your chest.
You say it w
WordsWords float on a thin lineWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some scurry through
My cloudy mind
Never to be caught only
Leaving their essence behind
Give me writings to where
People can sometimes find
What I mean
No matter what I do
I can never seem to convey
The emotion of my poem to
A person despite who they are
I even doubt you
Will get just what I mean
When I finish a poem I rue
Make the stupid poem
My own words
Are twisting and forming
Into a poem I didn't make
Sometimes I feel like crying
The frustration is so great
I keep writing
Otherwise I'll always
Be just scribbling
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadowsWatcher of the Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks
He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win
The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night
Reflected InspectionReflected InspectionReflected Inspection2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.
Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.
Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.
Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.
Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.
Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.
Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.
Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.
Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.
Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wonder how I would look if I lost some weight.
Slapping my overlapping thighs repeatedly, persuading them to become firmer.
Grasping the pair of scissors at my throat with the intent of committing my own murder.
Thinking to myself how can anyone ever find me remotely attractive?
And how can I ever expect myself to be regularly sexually active.
With me looking
Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our bedsWhere'd the Monsters go.?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monsters don’t live there anymore.
Figments of diseased imagination,
Or imagination, a doorway,
To stark, terrible reality.
Don’t close the door.
They warned us.
This switch is rigged.
On is off and off is on.
We turn on the lights,
By falling into blackness,
Stepping into darkness,
The monsters aren’t under our beds.
We turned our backs,
They’re in our heads,
They warned us.
Sky FallIt’s always when it’s raining...Sky Fall2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She calls me on the phone.
Her voice worried and hysterical,
Compelling me to get home.
The sky is falling…
That everything’s coming down.
She can feel the whole world crying,
And she’s afraid she going to drown.
Hiding under an umbrella.
Isolated on her bed.
Maybe to keep the rain out,
Or the rumors that have spread.
Trying to ignore them,
Like the voices in her head.
She shuts her eyes to scream,
But silent raindrops fall
That one day,
The clouds might go away.
it leaves me stifled and choked,
When even on the sunny days,
it makes no sense,
that she's always soaked.
In the night.
She wakes to rain,
Hiding under an umbrella in fright.
Like the downfall causes her pain.
She tries to be brave,
Peeking up at the skies.
But she cant help herself,
So she just hides and cries.
and she says
I know i'm lost,
and I've almost lost it all.
UntitledThere was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.Untitled2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.
Godchaser - Prologue Brother Francis’ foot caught on an uneven brick. He lurched forward, his breath caught in the stitch in his chest; he stumbled, and his dress shoes scraped across the wet cobblestone as he managed to stop. He straightened up, his chest heaving and his glasses askew, but his arms still anchored to Gabriel’s shoulders. His two comrades had abruptly stopped when he tripped; the bishops’ quickly whipped their heads around and stared at him, wide-eyed, their faces nearly as white as their robes – their fear seemed to emit an eerie luminescence to the early evening.Godchaser - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Not now,” Francis gasped shortly as he urged the two onward, “We don’t have the time!”
The one holding Gabriel’s left leg nodded and turned around; the one on the right visibly gulped – his Adam’s apple protruding like a large white stone from his thin sweaty neck – and shot a
The AnswersThere are so many mysteries left in the dark.The Answers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like what ever happened to Noah's lost ark?
Why did the Nazca draw there lines?
How did the Maya keep such good time?
Was Napoleons death natural or foul pay?
Is Amelia Earhart alive to this day?
What is at the bottom of the Money Pit?
Is the Holy Grail real, and were can we find it?
They say Lizzy Borden was devoid of all good,
And was there really someone called Robin Hood?
The crew of the Mary Celeste, where are they now?
We know the druids built Stonehenge, but how?
The Ark of the Covenant, were could it be?
Forever these questions will puzzle you and me.
SmileThe smile.Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tugging at the corners of your little mouth.
This feeling of joy that you have to let out.
Whoever you are,
never too tall
nor too small.
Wear a smile.
One size fits all.
Esteem.Esteem.Esteem.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your loneliness has spread to your eyes,
It has now become a part of who you are.
You can no longer keep contract of your own lies.
Everyone else but you can see that this has gone too far.
Your expressions and body language have become bionic.
It’s almost like the lights are on but the room has been ransacked.
What is ironic is that you try so hard to subtly avoid the topic.
I choose and use my words carefully because I know how you will react.
There is only so much I can say or do; the rest is solely up to you.
Only you can dispose of the trespasser that lies underneath.
If you only knew the trials you have unintentionally put me through.
Maybe then you will shed your grief and embark onto a new leaf.
I hope you take my sincere concerns on board.
Because time is one thing none of us can afford
To squander and wonder our lives away.
Be true to yourself.
Hopea little girl stands on the corner ofHope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
5th and main.
her shoes are tattered and torn
from the burden of service.
it's pouring rain, but she has an umbrella
(also quite a bit beat-up).
she looks up at the sky, raindrops splattering
on her face.
she wonders - as she has for a while - if any help will come.
but no, that's silly.
she's already seen too much
to believe in fairy tales.
the little girl searches the clouds a bit more,
then lets go of the umbrella.
the wind is so strong that immediately it's caught up and
just like a balloon.
she sits down
almost as if
that was her very last one.
Drinking in The AfterlifeFor someone who had killed herself, she was awfully cheerful. She was sitting at a small, one-person table in the corner of the pub, twiddling her hair and giggling. There was a bottle of beer on the tabletop. If I hadn't known that it was untouched, I would have thought she was drunk.Drinking in The Afterlife2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Something amusing?" I asked, having walked up to her.
She jumped and looked towards me, her eyes finding mine. She smiled somewhat sheepishly. She was such a pretty girl. Why she'd killed herself, I couldn't imagine.
"I just can't believe this," she said. "Who'd have thought there'd be pubs in the afterlife?"
I nodded in understanding. "Indeed."
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then reached out and touched her beer. She picked it up, then set it back down. "I was worried there for a while," she mused. "Suicide being a mortal sin and all. Thought I'd end up in a lake of fire or something."
"If you don't mind my asking," I said, "why did you take your own life? If memory serves me right, you ha
Be for MeBrave the storm,Be for Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And brave the sea-
Brave the turbulence
That is me;
Fight the battles
Each and every day-
Then you will be able
To brave me, I pray.
Defeat the waves
And silence the thunder-
Stir my heart
And let it skip asunder.
Ride the lightning
And calm lapping crests-
Cause the breath
To escape from my chest.
Be all you can
And be all for me-
Prove each day
That you and I
Can be we.
Changing LanesChanging Lanes.Changing Lanes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Change is continuous.
GoodbyeAm I better off dead?Goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I better off a quitter?
They say I'm better off now
Than I ever was with him.
I try to drink your memory away.
I tried to free myself from your cold body.
You gave me no comfort,
What shall I do now that I am alone?
Shall I put a gun to my head?
Or shall I live on with no real reason to live?
I would just exist, just be a sore eye to humanity.
I think I shall end it all.
Make everyone happy.
They wont even notice I'm gone,
No one would care.
Only way anyone will know who I am is by this letter
I write to no one.
To those I hate, I will see you on the other side
Join me in hell, ill be waiting....
NessieIn a Loch their lives a big beastieNessie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who gives tourist cameras a wee feastie
Nessie is her name
And tis Scotland's eternal shame
That she don't really existie
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s
PastThe past is the pastPast3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what they said
The past is the past
No reason to be sad
The future is tomorrow
Today a glorious gift
Prepare for tomorrow
It will give you a lift
Don't wonder about yesterday
It's never to return
Embrace the coming day
That's what you need to learn
Behind you is Forever Gone
In front of you Success
Bear the pain and be it gone
The pieces of your mess
The past is the past
Whichever path you took
The past is the past
Don't you dare to look
EmotionQuick! Bottle it up!Emotion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before anyone sees!
Put on your mask and hide your emotion!
Mustn't let anyone see how weak you really are.
Bite down that anger; let it sizzle for a moment before it burns out.
Swallow that sorrow; release it only when you're alone.
Hold that happiness; make sure your grip is tight.
Balance that pride; too much and your arrogant, too little and your insecure.
Hide that lust; make sure the cage is secure, such control is what differs us from animals.
Let go of that fear; most of it is only a hindrance.
You have no love, but if you did, I would tell you to cherish it.
Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.Hollow Memory of a Distant Shore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow.
Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken.
Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.
Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..
Only a short ride from the sea.
When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.
Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating.
Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold.
Much like your heart had become..
Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.
I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes.
With the way they would trot up and down the beach in the early morning,
Their coats most often wet and muddy from crossing into the tide.
I could see the subtle enthrallment in your eyes as they dug for clams.
They would thrust their forepaws deep into the muck, throw it backward..
And at times, to my assuagement, you would smile.
Now, it feels more dist
Thirteen YearsWill I ever see you again?Thirteen Years2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I ever walk along your corridors,
sit in your classrooms or dash across your fields?
Will my feet ever tread your tiled floors?
Will my fingers ever brush against your weary walls?
Will I get another chance to listen to your teachers
or wear the navy uniform with a heart full of pride?
Will I ever sing the school anthem from the bleachers?
Will my head ever be filled with thoughts of you again?
The walls have kept my secrets,
faithfully guarding them for thirteen years.
The mirrors have noted my every expression,
witnessing the best and the worst of my days.
The windows have captured each and every daydream;
The desks are imprinted with every doodle, every test.
The benches - oh, the scandals they have heard!
Every gossip story discussed on them on Monday mornings.
The classroom doors have seen me grow
from a scrawny, toothless, tomboyish little girl
into a beautiful, intelligent woman of eighteen.
These iron gates watched me enter thirteen years ago