Ready To IgniteMy chest feels like a furnace,Ready To Ignite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my lungs are on fire.
Death is my mind's only desire;
But I will carry on with bitter grace,
Knowing my ashes may leave no trace.
My chest feels like a grenade,
And my heart is about to explode.
Shall I continue down this road?
But now I stop because I am afraid,
That the life I lead may never be saved.
My chest feels like an anvil,
And my ribs feel like lead.
In my palms is black blood that bled,
But I am scared so much my stare is still,
With bleak eyes I accept misery for good or ill.
InspirationSo many nights of dreaming,Inspiration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of wishing for magic and song,
And when I awaken,
My dreams continue,
Leaving me longing
For a world of my own making.
Characters beg for a chance to shine,
And a chance for love.
How can I deny them?
They live a life so different from mine,
They are a part of me.
I wonder who is more real?
RuinTo the blade and its way,Ruin2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I cast it to the side,
because of the marks in it's pride,
I leave it to dull near the bay,
I have thought it would be soon,
That I rid myself of it's stain,
but the hold of anger and disdain,
tried with rage to cause a typhoon,
Man cannot govern his own hand,
without knowing the fence,
Of the possibility and consequence,
toward time and its stream like sand,
Each little act of violence,
brings more of its fruitage,
Just like seeds of hatred and incense,
Produces resentment and outrage,
Man Crushes Man to their own turmoil,
Moaning and groaning of something new,
But never think till harboring water seeps through the soil,
And tell themselves what to do,
Vanity, Vanity, It was always vain,
Blades come and go like the river of war,
across and through time to its door.
An Ode to The PhantomThere is a boat on a lake,An Ode to The Phantom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning candles on a cold black mirror.
And this journey I will take,
To find the man that I’ve been looking for.
I’ll find him I swear,
Chase him into the blackest night,
I’ll find his lonely lair.
And dry the tears from behind his mask.
What will lurk behind?
Some haunted face or tender spirit.
I shall say words truly kind,
And try to put his broken soul together.
Across the keys his fingers dance,
Enchanting beauty and bewitching senses.
I am lost within a trance,
And I know I’ll be forever his.
Away from judgement and from light,
We will spend the years together.
And I’ll live in this blackest night,
And stay with him forever more.
Stick and Stones, LoveSticks and stones,Stick and Stones, Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May break my bones.
But words can do much more.
I find them scribbled on notes strewn about,
And I hear your voice when I read them to myself.
They come in soft whispers,
Or thunderous shouts of anger.
They can inspire a masterpiece
Fueled by joy or pain.
They're sung sweetly in sunshine
Or bitterly in rain.
They can serve to begin or end
Something wonderful or terrible.
They are how I know you.
The bridges between our minds.
They are the art of the commoner.
You're lips, a brush, you're words, the strokes
The air is your canvas.
You paint your perception with your voice,
Giving me a portrait of what my eyes could never see.
Will you show me who you are or who you want to be?
With your words, you
Can tell the truth or fool me.
You create or destroy.
With your words,
You love or hate,
You give or you take.
Your words are your choice.
There is life and death.
In the power of your voice.
i miss you...I sit here in this rain,i miss you...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of you.
But no matter how long I wait on this bench,
You will never meet me here.
I’ve got on my best dress, my cane,
Even that old bowler hat you always liked,
And I wait at the bench where we first met.
But you will never meet me here again.
I lean on my cane in front of me,
Thinking of you,
Never SurrenderIt's all unjust. It's all unfair,Never Surrender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does anyone give a care?
Whether life is cruel or kind,
I reserve the right to laugh than die,
But I'll never surrender to these tears I cry.
It's all untrue. It's all unbearable,
Why are these thoughts in me so horrible?
Whether death is clairvoyant or blind,
I deserve the dignity to question my time,
But I'll never surrender to these words I rhyme.
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
So Sick...I am so sick of feeling alone.So Sick...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time heals wounds, but mine have only grown.
The people around me are happy.
But I am still feeling crappy.
Some time has passed and I thought it would change.
But it has only gotten worse. Isn't that strange?
I try to stay tough.
But I know that's just a bluff.
Isn't it sad that I have to lie?
Not to anyone else but to myself.
What is really sad is that I don't care.
I treat myself like garbage, is that fair?
Its fine, it really does not matter.
My words, they are just meaningless chatter.
Don't get me wrong, I am glad everyone's lives are better.
I just wish that I did not have to sit here and see my palms getting wetter.
Caffeine AddictI adore that addictive aromatic aroma,Caffeine Addict2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which wakes my senses in a senseless morning,
When my eyes are bound in an eternity of sleeping.
I drink it like the intoxicating ambrosia of angels,
And then I spend the rest of time in a caffeine coma.
I enjoy that enriching essential essence,
Which calms my anger in an anarchic day,
When my mind is lost in a mania of delay.
I thirst for it's poisonous nectar like some necrophiliac,
And then I dream the rest of time in a caffeine conscience.
I love that potently positive poison,
Which lights my mood in a mournful night,
When my soul is dead in a suffering of might.
I desire that drink as black as demon's blood,
And then I waste the rest of time in a caffeine cuisine.
Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,Haikus are Too Short2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
To be at all worth clicking,
So I'll write some more.
These words are filler,
So I don't feel truly bad,
For writing briefly.
I write re Haikus
In a Haiku, how clever!
I'm showing off now.
Can you lose yourself inside another's love?Some days I stare at my hands,Can you lose yourself inside another's love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to find my singularity-
Lost in the muddle of plurality!
When you exchanged my heart,
And swapped in your own.
Sonnet VDear latent poet of this lifeless ageSonnet V2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are truth's last infallible device,
Though your work may remain an unseen page
Verity requires your watchful eyes.
Alas! Your life may never shelter peace,
Nay, peace seeks harborage in ignorance,
But your days so filled with candid release
Are truer than truth's own truthful penance.
Imagine no wreaths, for you shall receive none,
Save laurels of slander as truth's sole squire,
And in life, none shall know of things you have done,
Only to read your name 'neath the skyward spire.
Yet that enemy time, will be your friend
And past infinity truth will transcend.
My LadyA diamond noose stole the breath from her chest,My Lady2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where ribs caved beneath creaking whalebone corsets
And her hands lay useless against the curve of her waist.
An hourglass standing with each grain assigned,
A time and a place, a husband, no thought for her mind.
To be instructed and moulded into icy precision
Because in her heart the royal blue ran in vain
And her prison was forged before birth by name.
Fairy tales make pretty the twists of her life
As she's wound into tapestries, the good, obedient wife.
Let those who weave take for granted stillness in her lips
And forget to check the eyes which dip from sight,
For those who's power falls too far for her to reach
Means she must hide hide her only freedoms in deceit.
She'll whisper beneath men's ears and lace their tongues
With words that from their own have not be strung,
For what do women in titles' prisons have?
But the babes from further shackles brought,
And hopes that scheming years shall dull the locks
To free the blood of thos
The Lost GenerationIs this existence of time worth my life?The Lost Generation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To struggle through each day's heartache,
With all this stress and strife?
Nobody can answer this fundamental question,
How can we save the lost generation?
Is there meaning of conscious left for me?
To hurtle through every night's sickness,
Without any faith to be free?
Nobody will deny this radical emotion,
Where can we find the lost generation?
Is that suffocation of will ready to die?
To tussle through early morning's hunger,
Without the courage to cry?
Nobody shall crave this political flirtation,
Why can't we rescue the lost generation?
can you tell me, dearest?can you tell me, friendcan you tell me, dearest?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why my hand reaches for yours?
at the most inappropriate of moments, i might mention
can you tell me why you make me hurt inside?
i actually think you might have taken up residence there
pressing up against my ribcage,
travelling through my veins
and plucking at my heartstrings
(it's a sad melody, but a little bit cheeky;
then again, you do like to tease me)
can you tell me why i'm scared of you?
even though you're the goddamn sweetest thing?
i think i'm scared of your smile
and maybe your eyes too
they're poems that i just can't grasp
because darling, there's no words for you.
can you tell me why we move towards each other
a quiet touch that's oh so platonic
just knees and fingertips and sometimes the brush of your hair
on my cheek
i don't know if you notice it like i do
but hell, my heart bursts every time
i think it's killing me
(but don't move away)
can you tell me, dearest, why my hand reaches for yours?
It's the ApocalypseRed sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him.It's the Apocalypse2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly;
no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring…
- only ghosts.
He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding
and the clank of disused limbs popping into place.
The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes…
- and he felt ancient.
Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories
reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans,
and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called…
The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him;
the sun shone so brightly, alloy sweated from his torso
and the sharp sand beneath his feet grated
- and he began to erode.
The Earth was not as he had left it…
- with farms of humans and armies of titans like himself
who worked to save their creators from their own destruction.
He paced the wasteland they had sought to prevent
Sick MachineIf you could cut deep into my bearable blood,Sick Machine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you see it as a circuitry of veins,
Madly manifesting itself across blackened bones?
But I won't forget when it rains all the pain,
Salivating from scarlet sides of that knife of wood.
If you could slash hard into my subtle skin,
Would you know it to be a mimicry of silicon,
Insanely invigorating itself over mildewed muscles?
But I won't forget when it snows all the blows,
Impacting from emerald edges of that dagger of sin.
If you could claw slowly into my pitiable plastic,
Would you find it more than a secrecy of nerves,
Wildly wasting itself under obliterated organs?
But I won't forget when it hails all the flails,
Singing from crimson curves of those talons of static.
Closed CurtainI stand guarding a closed curtain,Closed Curtain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding history that is left to be untold...
Why can't someone see?
Why can't someone free me from this unescapable position?
Why do you see the act I put on, but not the truth in my eyes?
Can't you see this exulant behavior is just an affectation?
Just hiding my shame and misery?
Why don't you ever think to look into this facade, so I can be free from the lies,
From the secrets,
From the pain I've endured?
Why do you believe this fictitious life,
This performance that's seems as it'll never end?
I stand guarding a closed curtain....
Just pull it aside.