sorrow season"They call us two birds of a feather, and I can't really determine if that is an insult or not, but, just maybe, and I hope, it is."sorrow season6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her lips are glossy, and narrow, and she is watching the sun die again, and the birth of a half moon rise with contempt. (She finally understands that we all live to die and that we all die to live, but she still finds the concept loose-ended.)
Her finger-nails whimsically scratch into the wounds on her scraped knees. Ignoring the gruesome portrait of the blood etched in-between her pale skin, she continues to inject herself with what seemingly looked like an endless supply of Anesthesia. I accept why she does this because it has been explained to me more than half-a-dozen times every night, (usually under a grim canopy of mint-blossom pine trees, on late, dreary evenings), but don't misinterpret me, I still disapprove of this business. I am positive that a celebrated Anesthetist, and I don't know to what extent, would completely dis
Why?Once i had friends, a long time agoWhy?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't remember them
but i remember they were there
like knowing you hate a song
but not being able to remember why.
once i had friends, a long time ago
when everyone was still innocent
noone wondered why people did things
we all just...lived
...but times have changed.
over the years we become paranoid,
self-righteous, scumy, backstabbing,
villainous animals, sticking to our wolf packs.
take their side no matter what,
even when the evidence tells us it is wrong.
We judge others
and make our judgements based on the experiences of the pack
rather than the self.
borrowing the view of another,
then finding evidence to support it,
simply so we can say we see things this way by our own deliberation.
Why do we do these things?
Is it fear? fear that if we make our own minds up about someone,
that if we do this and it turns out the pack is wrong that they will leave us?
Or is it just because it is easier to believe what we hear about a thing,
instead of seek
YouLike a rose, that flowered beautifully in my heartYou6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
every petal of you, was fluorescent, in lighting yourself up, the edges, glistening.
They brung light, to the dark I was wading in, the unknown, intoxicating, mystery that surrounds you.
You were like the feeling of the wind,
the thrill, exhilerating,
the person who you are...
You stole my breath away,
making me feel so alive,
my emotions scattered,
leaving the touched feeling, of divinity on my skin.
Your passion, captivated me,
it brung warmth to my heart,
fluttering in my stomach.
You were so right , I ached for you.
You drew me in, you made me whole.
You lured me away, taking my attention,
everything going on hold.
Different, to everyone else had walked into my life, leaving your individual mark to me, this, a long deep slice embedded into me.
The small taste was like leaving heaven just out of my reach.
No matter where I was, or what I was doing, I can't stop thinking about y
wolf in sheeps clothing.I can see right through your disguisewolf in sheeps clothing.5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you take advantage of those who can't see
no one else can see all of the lies
that you have brought false to be
you're a wolf in sheep's clothing
and no one could care less
"I'm a wolf" you could sing
and no one would even stress
You've got it all together except
the one thing you need
you had it once but too far you stepped
my warnings you did not heed
I told you not to cheat, but you stole the sheep
I told you not to break her heart
but instead you went in too deep
and now she is falling apart
you may be a wolf but I am a hunter
and tonight you will howl your last
my bullet will go right through your fur
and your deception will end with a blast
you have no pack you are alone
and you have killed my lamb
I'll tear you bone from bone
and what will end will be your scam
you won't hurt anymore
you won't tear anyone to pieces
because of the one that you tore
you won't tear anymore from their fleeces.
She-DevilShe-Devil5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She has you hypnotized
you don't know there's a devil
In between those hazel eyes
Her legs go for a mile
You sense the evil in her
But she has you in denial
She has you in a mess
You're putty in her hand
And just another toy to test
Your downfall has begun
The road begins at moonlight
And will not end at the sun
YouLost in your eyes with no intent of breaking awayYou6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are so beautiful that I am left speechless and I have nothing to say
I can never find the right words to speak out loud
I want to be alone with you rather than being stuck in this crowd
My heart beats to the calmest rhythm when we make conversation
You make me smile and you light up my day. Such a warming sensation
I dream a pleasant dream of stars crashing into the ocean blue
And in my dreams, it's just me and you
Hold my hand so I don't wander too far
Please tell me where you are
Because I can't bear to be apart
If you would like, I would give you my heart
So explain to me the feeling I'm feeling
As I reminisce upon wounds that often need healing
You make my worries seem so insignificant
You are so inviting when I feel the need to vent
In Medusa's EyesOnce a girl, bloomingIn Medusa's Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her innocent youth, the stars appeared to dance behind her eyes
and her smile shined with the light of the moon, radiating dark mysteriousness,
she had not been touched by the cruelty of the world,
then she did not yet know how completely she would be crushed.
hatred beats in a still cold heart
where love has died before
it could be born
the screams inside
which never die.
Upon her knees she prayed in reverence
to Athena the goddess she trusted, devoting her life,
her youth, her beauty to serve, her quivering lips, blushing pink like flowers of spring utter the words to the goddess of the wise, a goddess of justice they said,
and how she faithfully believed with her gaze fixed upon the statue,
if only she knew that beneath there was a heart as cold as the stone.
the gods forgot
devoured in rage
every day a dream
of vengeance to cover
the morning of isolated
It was before the very gaze of the goddes