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.
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.
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?
tree, fiddler crabIt took days to hollow out the soft partstree, fiddler crab3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the trunk, dig out the tree-flesh and sap,
polish the raw wood so that when he sat,
there would be no splinters. He carved his name
into the side, like a blessing, a declaration
of good fortune, and stowed his forest inside.
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
Delusions of RealityFor many hours we spoke.Delusions of Reality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It came to me that perhaps
You were history repeating itself.
That maybe you weren't real-
Or I wasn't.
Either seemed more probable than
Some like you and someone like me
Actually being together.
So I debated,
And you replied,
Your answers were not as I expected
Lending credit to your claims.
The nagging doubt will exist,
Until the day we finally meet
Face to face,
Flesh to flesh.
I might doubt.
Some hallucinations seem VERY real.
But even if you AREN'T,
Even if I am a figment of your imagination,
Or you of mine,
I hope you never vanish.
That we will always be at least friends.
I cannot bear to lose anymore people I care about.
I cannot lose YOU.
Promise not to vanish,
And don't banish me
If I turn out not to be real?
You must need me,
Like I need you…
Caffeine AddictI adore that addictive aromatic aroma,Caffeine Addict3 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.
Sonnet XIDear Death, thou art shunned, yet I welcome thee,Sonnet XI3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
My LadyA diamond noose stole the breath from her chest,My Lady3 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
Significant HumansImagine we were important...Significant Humans2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Logos in the stars,
Galaxies shattered for jihad,
Sunsets in commercials,
The Moon kicked in Superbowl,
The Solar System played as pool,
Oceans in a soda,
Mountains to bras,
Glaciers sucked as popsicles,
The Big Bang branded with copyright,
Constellations critiqued in art journals.
Futility is fun.
Can you lose yourself inside another's love?Some days I stare at my hands,Can you lose yourself inside another's love?3 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.
Who am I?Why, I am me.Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just me. Not you or we.
Myself and me. Do you not see?
Who else would I ever be?
I could be you.
Yes, you. With quite a view.
Me and you. With one lie or two.
But then I would not be true.
Not true like me.
Yes, me. Now do you see?
You plus me. That makes us we.
No one should we rather be.
Because if I'm not me
and you're not you
what would we be
when they ask us "who?".
LIESBrilliant LIESLIES3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fall from my lips.
Dazzling words of misdirection,
All on display to HIDE
The fact that there are pieces
That there is a darkness within
Of course I can Love.
Of course I can be yours.
Most certainly I will never hurt you.
She is screaming,
Locked away behind the mask,
Behind the Steel and Ice
And Blades and Blood.
Don't listen to her cries,
Look at the beautifully sculpted
I have on display.
Aren't they much more
Aren't they what you
And gift you with
What you DESIRE.
The Lost GenerationIs this existence of time worth my life?The Lost Generation3 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?
Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,Haikus are Too Short3 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.
Sick MachineIf you could cut deep into my bearable blood,Sick Machine3 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.
i miss you...I sit here in this rain,i miss you...3 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,
ScarsSlender are the scars that bind,Scars3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That haunt my body and fragile mind.
They keep me here in this odd place,
And remind me that I fell from grace.
No matter who I choose to be,
They will always be a part of me.
I would be quite lost.
I need them,
Never mind the cost.
If only I knew what they were for,
And didn't endlessly thirst for more.
Scars so slender,
And so pale,
Raised on skin,
You never fail
To excite my darker dreams.
All I need is found within,
And placed upon unoffending skin.
A part of me they shall always stay,
Until my flesh has gone away.
Scars so pretty,
Let me see
Who I was and shall be.