Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.She walks around with her hands over her ears. She has heard so many horrible things, so many screams, so many cries. She cant hear more or she'll fall apart, one chip too many in her soul. She cries silently at night while trying not to hear. And so she covers her ears to silence the pain.Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And no one notices.
He walks around with his hands over his eyes. God, the things he has seen. Only a few years old and damaged beyond repair. Those things will never be forgotten, those expressions, those hands, the pain. He will never recover from seeing so much blood, so much violence. And so he covers his eyes, to try to block the images. And no one notices.
They walk around with their hands over their mouths. They aren't just witnesses but victims. They know things no one should know, and they were taught in the worst way. the things they have experienced, the things that have been done to them. This world is evil and they know its darkest depths first hand. And so they cover their mouths, so a
Alive...Hold me closer nowAlive...1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So that I can hear you breathe
Cold life into me
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"Under a Witches Sky1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.we are not a fairytale1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I’m not sure whether or not the sun will
rise again tomorrow, because it won’t exist
until someone breathes life into it,
but no. we were never so lucky
to be carefully orchestrated,
a composition rendered for
another’s satisfaction. I am not the
climax, nor the resolution, but a lamb
with Stockholm Syndrome and
a tendency towards people
Portrait of a GeniusTired eyesPortrait of a Genius1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can I not
Fall for you, angel?
WorthlessWorthless,Worthless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the name that cuts like a knife,
it's all that you see inside,
is breaking with every breath I take
the only thing I can't seem to face.
RemnantsThere was once a timeRemnants2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When the walls stood tall
The days were sublime
We were always shielded from rainfall
But time stretched on too long
The storm of flames made landfall
Like the sound of a midnight gong
Destruction led to downfall
Our sanctuary was marred
Only greenery decorates the halls
Everything was scarred
Safety is gone from fallen walls
I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart outI'm sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And threw it to the ground
That laughed at me
I reached out
To touch you
And you shattered
I know why too
It's because you were
And you thought that
If you accepted
Then everything would crash
But as it turns out
You were wrong
Because when I reached out
And you rejected me
All on your own
I pick up
Now I'll have to
Buy a new mirror
Night SlayerI swallow dream capsules;Night Slayer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Effortlessly they slide down
My throat, their long journey
Comes to an end where my
Treasure box embraces with joy.
No more late night visits,
My welcome is all worn out.
Companions from the moon
Listened with sympathetic ears
As I slurred out woeful tales.
Connect the dots is child's play,
A simple game to the eye,
Yet it carries forth a
Foreboding sense of great
Urgency to unlock darkness.
I'm a crafty little leech,
The same parasite you flick
Away but I'm always back.
I shall suck you dry of
Hope, feasting upon your dreams.
The Magician and the Dungeon KeeperIt's all smoke and mirrors,The Magician and the Dungeon Keeper1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a fantasy prelude.
I got these words on my tongue,
but my throat has shackled them tight.
The smoke and mirrors,
is when I say I'll say them.
This fantasy prelude
is all in my head.
To say what I need to say,
would set my heart free.
But the fear of losing you,
keeps the words chained tight.
Fear is my dungeon keeper,
and the magician of this trick.
To overcome my keeper,
I need to know you won't leave.
I pray the smoke clears
and that I can break the mirrors.
For the best of us,
I need to set my words free.
Keep DreamingIn my dreamsKeep Dreaming1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you
the warmth and gentleness
of your embrace
In my dreams
it is my reality
You are always there
whenever I think of you
In my dreams
you are holding me tight
Keeping me safe
when I feel down
I keep on dreaming
wishing you were here
To me it is my reality
and you are fate to my life
I will always dream forever
Cause in my dreams
You are always there
loving and caring for me until the end
VoidThere's a word for what I'm feelingVoid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could be poetic
I could be romantic
I could be dramatic
But I won't
Because this sort of feeling doesn't deserve fancy words
It deserves hard, merciless thoughts
Feelings, opinions, emotions that would make you scream
I look around and I see blurs and blurs
Colors swirling about
I hear noises that eventually dim to a low background hum
Everything is unfocused
The exit sign
I stare at it
I feel nothing
I just look at it
While everything around me breathes with life
Bolder and bolder it taunts me
Escape it says, escape
But I can't bring myself to move my feet
I can't bring myself to run away
I'm not ready to face the world
I'm not strong enough to leave it
There's a word for what I'm feeling
The Black RoseAt sunrise I wake toThe Black Rose1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A world of colors
Floating on an endless green ocean,
Filled with chirping, crawling life.
Bright reds, bright yellows, bright blues.
Bright shades of every color you
Could possibly imagine.
Anyone would feel drowned by so much life,
Yet I have become accustomed
To the sight of these flowers,
So cheerful and carefree.
But if you look closely,
You'll find a rose hidden away
In a desolated place no one would look.
The rose calls it home,
Enjoying the isolation.
She finds solace in the absence of light.
All that surrounds her is cold and dark.
Like her home, she is black,
Absent of even a single drop of color.
In this rose, there are no yellows or blues.
There are no greens, pinks, or violets in her petals.
Only a streak of red is all that remains,
Hidden behind all her darkness.
Hidden away so the world cannot see
That even she still smiles.
Her smiles come from sunsets,
Her laughs echo in the empty,
Not the lively.
No amount of shadow can hide her beau
I'm So TiredI'm so tired of crying,I'm So Tired1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so tired of loving,
I'm so tired of dying
inside my soul each day.
I'm so tired of hoping,
I'm so tired of dreaming,
I'm so tired of imagining.
It will never be real anyway.
I'm so tired of falling,
I'm so tired of failing,
I'm so tired of walking
when love is so far away.
I'm so tired of wishing,
I'm so tired of searching,
I'm so tired of remembering
those beautiful things you used to say.
I'm so tired of bleeding,
I'm so tired of yearning,
I'm so tired of living
in a world that's grey.
But most of all I'm tired,
of being the person I am,
I'm tired of my mistakes,
I'm tired of my broken heart.
I'm just so tired of being me.