Les Cavaliers de l'ApocalypseLeur nom est Séisme,Tsunami, Radiation et Mort ,Les Cavaliers de l'Apocalypse3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Ils sont les cavaliers de l'Apocalypse
Apparus de concert, car on le sait bien
Le malheur est lâche et ne peut agir seul.
Le premier semoncer la Terre
D'une voix de tonnerre
Monté sur son cheval blanc,
Il tenait en ses mains un arc
Il visa les îles du soleil levant,
La terre trembla, touchée en son sein
Par la flèche meurtrière
Ainsi le plus puissant des séismes
Fit tanguer l'archipel en son entier.
Des incendies s'en suivirent.
Puis le chaos et les pleurs
Comblèrent le funeste silence.
Le cavalier partit en vainqueur
On en vit un autre
Surgit sur sa monture rouge-feu
Avec sa grande épée dont la lame de fond
Changea les eaux bleues en bain de sang.
Repu le second cavalier requit le suivant,
On pouvait l' identifier à son exhalaison
Son destrier était noir
Et la balance était son étendard.
Il considéra l'uvre de ses compères
Hanging on a sentenceDo you think I could drop you?Hanging on a sentence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like an exclamation mark?
To tear up my perfect pages.
With their silent little words.
Do you think that if I tried,
To white you out,
Or ink you over,
It would be in everyone's better interest?
Scribbles line the paragraphs,
Where mistakes bend to better freedom.
Where understanding folds the page corners back just to make me angry at my own anger.
Do you think that I could slap you down,
Like a period,
To end the sentence with no remorse.
Sheer finality echoing the space it leaves with one dot,
Just. one. dot. on a line.
Do you think that I could cram you in,
As a question mark,
To repeat that lost expression from years before our time?
Or do you think I could fit you in better,
As a semi colon,
Or perhaps a hyphen,
Just to show off your colors,
The unique iniquity of your time...
But to be honest,
If I could,
I wouldn't put a single thing,
Because these pages were fine,
Those thoughts where ever pondered.
And as yellow or white as they ar
4am rambleI'll fight this sleep until relief.4am ramble2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reflects the inner turmoil?
You are mistaken.
I'm letting go, love.
Not the Lyrics Fault"What I know is my music gets blamed for school shootings," states Marilyn Manson, a well-known metal/alternative rock singer. Marilyn Manson, along with other open-minded music artists, is being blamed for children articulating aggressive undertakings from listening to the unambiguous content inscribed throughout their punishing songs. Children are strongly expressing their hidden emotions through their vibrant actions. But children start listening to violent lyrics before they commit to their harsh actions, because it's a way for them to find a meaning towards their personal emotions. Children, along with adults, listen to different variations of music, because it helps them understand their deep emotions easier. The parents of ferocious children don't recall purchasing a CD or song off of iTunes marked with explicit content (the labels are in fine print), but children deceitfully take control of what lies among the many shelves packed with multiple CD's in stores and blame the expliNot the Lyrics Fault1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Unintentionally, I fell in love with a dayUnintentionally, I fell in love with a day9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In memory lingers a day,
So lovely, life itself willfully worships it
Hail that day in May, when I had my heart struck by a cute Cupid
Any second since then, my soul has searched for your embrace
Leave me not without your love that is the air I breathe
Lift me high up with you again into lofty, glorious grace
All around me blooms are blossoming, but who but me will see?
Lying am I not, that day the fruit of our love spawned a tree
Why aren't all days so deliciously delicate and free?
And now, am I never to feast on that fruit over again?
You have to entrust me with your side of the truth, do you believe
Such a thing as this, still feeble now, could grow strong and sustain?
Life went on after that day
Only for me not in the same old way
Vanity tells me I'm no actor in a tragic play
End all uncertainties, assure me you're here to stay
Yardsticks are there not, during this phase
Of all the wondrous things that day
Unintentional, undiscovered interesting indefinabilities did blaze
To HerRoses are more than just red,To Her10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are simply just blue,
I think that you are unique,
Because I love you.
Though you are so far away,
I shall try to be sweet,
And though we're taking it slow,
I want you to feel elite.
Snippet of Something to ComeSometimes I want to escape the world, but if I did escape where would I go? Who would I see? There would be no one, and I would be just as lost and just as alone as I am now. But is it better to truly be alone, or just feel alone in a group of people? I want to rip open your chest and peer into your heart and feel it in my hands. I want to look into your eyes and know that it beats for me. I want to rip open your chest and escape this world through the wound I have created, but where would I go and who would I see? No oneSnippet of Something to Come10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emotional scarsScars.Emotional scars1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Some, are hard to hide
when they're deep, they never truly fade.
They are always there, lingering.
your scars aren't physical but emotional.
Emotional scars never fade, and never properly heal
you can't cover them up with clothes and a mask
you have to cover them up with a laugh.
DepressionYou kept telling me it wasn't my timeDepression1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I couldn't help to think you were lying
a Reality? A dream? It's all the same to me because
my dreams are not what you think,
they're dark beyond belief.
There's no point in saving me Now
I was long gone, before you noticed I left
These Voices are getting too loud.
So suicide's the only option I have left in my head.
True Love? 2I look down.True Love? 21 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't beleave I did it.
I shot my love.
The only one that loved me.
Your last words still haunt me.
"I will always love you."
How can you say that?
I just shot you, my love.
But you still love me, How?
Maybe, just maybe, I can see you again.
I pull out my gun.
I put it to my head.
Maybe, just maybe, I can see you again.
Thats when it all ends.
True Love?All I felt was fire burning in my soul.True Love?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did it this all for you.
Do you feel my love?
I'm taking the bullet for you.
Would you do the same?
I did it for you, my love.
I feel the fire of the bullet in my heart.
I feel all the pain.
But my love for you helps it.
I'm fighting to stay alive for you.
But then I see who shot me.
It was you.
I can't beleave my eyes.
Thats when it all ends.
And I say my last words.
"I will always love you."
JE SUIS POUSSIEREJe suis là où le vent m'a menéeJE SUIS POUSSIERE3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Grain de poussière, ballottée, malmenée
J'irai là où je n'aurai plus jamais peur
Car enfin je laisserai parler mon cur
Je laisserai parler mon cur, car enfin
Je n'aurai plus jamais peur, là où j'irai
Ballottée, malmenée, grain de poussière
Le vent m'a menée là où je suis.
Thinking about you.As I sit here and ponderThinking about you.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I just can't help but wonder
if you still feel the same about me
Do you still love me, I wonder
Doth your love for me grow fonder?
I really don't believe it, honestly
I hope that you remember
you're the fire to my ember
you're all I think about all night and day
I'm in love with your blue eyes
and your smile that lights the skies
but do you still feel the same about me?
I recall one icy winter
the sharp air like a splinter
where you said you would hold me through the night
I thought "I must be crazy"
to think you're so amazing
because something about you just feels so right
I want you as my first kiss
Don't worry, I'm sure you won't miss
I'd be absolutely pleased to be your bride
I'd walk with you 'til sunset
best we not get our feet wet
in the to and fro reclining of the tide
And as I sit and ponder
I just can't help but wonder
What will it take to make you always mine?
TimeTime1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's forever, constant, it happens all the time,
This thing between you and I,
Passion spikes and then will climb,
What hurts is how we know it's a lie,
Can't you tell I'm dying?
Can't you hear the silent screams?
Hurts how you know you're trying,
Why can't we be what we seem?
Is this truly nothing to you?
Are we really just a game?
It doesn't seem to matter, all I do,
You seem to think we'll both come out the same,
It's the painful consequence,
Simply getting out alive,
But for the love you need evidence,
Hurts to know it's never to arrive,
I hate this shell of longing and restraint,
I'm just the one you can use,
Blisters the tongue to hold back the complaint,
I'm a reckless risk but you can't lose,
So go on now, just carry on,
I'm far away, so far gone,
Go on now, just prove me wrong,
The blackness of night is the light of dawn,
You just won't risk what you can't lose,
But you'll wager it on a dream,
Just risk the one you can use,
Deafen the silence with a bloody scream,
So if we par
Last Chance to BreatheLast Chance to Breathe1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This is her last chance to breathe
It's so hard to believe,
This house of horrors; this house of fears,
The pain it's hidden for so many years,
To the outside world, its picture perfect,
Until you look deeper, and start to unearth it,
You see it's such a scary place,
The darkness that hides behind its face,
Four unwilling servants, bound by chains,
This perfect world they try to maintain,
His iron grip; the dictatorship,
One false move is one fatal slip,
There is no luxury of a mistake,
It's not a risk they can take,
His fist of vengeance,
And there's no way to end it,
When her heart stopped beating two minutes ago,
Her last breath of this world, she has yet to let go,
Her broken fingers, she slowly entwined to pray,
Now in a bloody pool they lay,
Fracture knuckles dangle by his side,
Like mindless followers, which cannot hide,
Her mouth moves to make a few last words,
But there is no sound, she can't be heard,
Her last request, her muted plea,
It isn't for her; it is for her thr
Pomegranite GrenadeHand full of pills, potent, rose-colored, Neuron Implosion, Pomegranate Grenade. Palm full of rose-colored pills he pokes them with his finger; eenie-meenie-miney-moe he caught excitement by the toe. His veins pulsed and his entire core was set to vibrate as if his insides, the jail cell of his ribs, was shaken by an earthquake, an electrical storm, 8.9 on the Richter Scale Oh, Jesus Christ. He passes out and throws up tea and bread next to the fireplace, wiping his vomit-covered hand through that mass of curly hair and he's so high, Jesus Christ he's so high, that he doesn't care until he's woken up forever and a day later still so tired, still so fucking inconsolably bored.Pomegranite Grenade11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock knew John even before he knew him- knew him with a glance, knew his past and his present and his soul by the dust on his shoes and the curl of his fingers. He knew with a bat of his lashes that neither smoke nor pill nor paper had ever passed the barriers of John's teeth, and he knew that Jo
Human SacrificeWhen the lights shine into you eyesHuman Sacrifice8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They look unreal my dear
Now lean in nice and close
Let me whisper in you ear
Stories of the future
Love that can be won or lost
Stories of the past
And how everything has a cost
Let me tell you a secret
One so buried deep
I'll tell you a bed time story
Put you right to sleep
While you sleep alone my dear
I'l slip out the door
Leave you always wondering
If it was something more
Truth can cause more pain than lies
I'm sorry if you hurt
But if you truly look hard enough
In the shadows I lurk
Waiting for you to slip again
When your walls will fall far away
And I'm glad to say my dear
You won't sleep a wink til that day
Cat and Mouse"Love is like a game of cat and mouse, love being the mouse trap that catches you no matter how cunning you think you are" -Sebastian ColumbineCat and Mouse9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
OceanHearing your voice againOcean10 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
made me feel like I was trapped-
in the middle of the ocean-
during a storm-
and realizing all of a sudden
the water was freezing
ValentineIt was a cold day for being so warm outsideValentine10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frigid insides despite the radiant exterior
Generating heat but dying of hypothermia
Nothing to nourish this need
I bleed internally
Until there's nothing but failed organs
To represent my failed life
LaughYou laugh and laughLaugh1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I see through
Your life is pain
Mine is too
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.