Dear Claudia-The Event ColabDear Claudia-The Event Colab1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Time... was a crimson question,
a strange twilight tide of desire and desecration
As time... outside... opened the Night
this counting became the only matter
as time... inside... closed the Light
one thing... one only thing was sacred, an Holy-matter
all eyes were upon the Universe, waiting
the Event no one had ever seen except the First Creature
- when day could not be called Day
neither night could be named as Dark
later – I have understood, the importance it had on my "existence"
It was always been the issue
certain as the violent sin
that left its mark on this violet tissue
seconds, fractions of life passed by me
pain was the first sensation, and then only emptiness
confusion with the rain, on my face, lifeless
within I was nothingness with anger and hunger
As my memories returned
I wished... that they had not
I prayed... to whom, would cared
I remembered... something - I said
I remembered... everything - I cried
My flesh ripped by teeth-fangs
a doll... br
ShatteredShattered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the pain, and I see you there. Longing for you kills me still, and I continue telling myself that you are no good for me. After all this time, I still cannot let it go, and move on as it silently kills me like a thief in the night. Craving your embrace, though I will never see you again except in my dreams and shattered memories of excruciating agony. Everytime I think of you, continues to pulse, even after all the scars you left on my soul. One day I pray to find solace. When will I be able to let it all go, and move on?
To the BardsTell me a tale,To the Bards3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
O Wise one,
tell me about old times.
Tell me of dragons and kings,
tell me of forests unknown,
tell me of magic and dreams,
tell me of all that you know.
Tell me a tale,
tell me of years before.
Tell me of ravenous wars,
tell of the princesses lost,
tell me of noble knights,
tell me of shadows and trolls.
Tell me a tale,
tell me of people of old.
Tell me of love everlasting,
tell me of fantasies rich,
tell me of them with true hearts,
tell me a story of life!
LonelinessLoneliness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Loneliness means to withstand every hardship and tribulation that life throws your way.
Also meaning no one is there to help lift you up when fallen to the lowest point.
It means to never to feel eternal bliss or even share a simple laugh with someone you care for. I wish I could purge it all away, and numb the anguish of my soul. Being alone also means that your heart can never be broken to the point of being shattered before your very eyes. Still you haunt me after all this time with your visage and memories. When will it all go away?
FaithFaith2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the faith of a child
complete trust in purest form
has no boundaries
Kamikaze BugsKamikaze Bugs5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Theres a scorpion in my panties! echoed down the short hallway to the relatively empty living room and kitchen. My family had recently moved into the initially musty one story, four bedroom house at the very end of the long dirt road. Although it had been relieved of its previous contents only hours before we arrived, there was strong evidence that nature had taken over long before the old owners had had packed their belongings. Cobwebs had littered nearly every corner of the building, the graveyard of bug carcasses below enough to suggest that spiders had inhabited their webs for quite some time. Moths fluttered and swarmed the remaining lights, ignoring the bulbs that had burnt out, or been taken, by the homes former residents, frantic beating of their wings dislodging the layer of dust that coated every fixed surface.
After fishing out the scorpion, upset that neither parent had come running to my aid, I was suddenly faced with the problem of what