A Painting's DemiseShe stands before a museum
Empty and dark as if night.
She thinks to herself,
“If only this place had light.”
She strolls down the corridors
passing by her father’s art
She gazes upon a painting
and feels no remorse in her heart.
She is excited and anxious
to walk about
Until she sees the words on the wall
that says she cannot get out.
She hears some dripping
And some footsteps coming near
The poor girl’s pulse beat quicker
as her pretty blue eyes dilated in fear.
“Why are you doing this to me?!”
She screams out loud.
“Why can’t I be like them?
Why am I not allowed?!”
The words bleed blue
and chills her to the bone.
“Please don’t leave me,” it said.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
you’re scaring me
She thought, backing away.
I wish you were here to save me…
I don’t want to stay.
The museum grows dimmer
She frantically attempts and tries
In a last moment to f
Immortal TruthTorn between heartsImmortal Truth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Difficult to find
What is in thought
to decipher human mind?
Show me the true meaning
Amidst the struggles and fears
Is it truly worth
to let out those tears?
“Why can’t you stop lying?!”
I shout and scream.
The truth is right there
when all seems to be a dream.
I was right here
When they started to dread.
If they don’t listen to me,
I might as well be dead.
the truth never dies.
The Painting's Weeping [the lost one's weeping IB]The Painting's WeepingThe Painting's Weeping [the lost one's weeping IB]2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A dagger made of nothing but his distrust
Burned my veins and turned my heart to dust
Weak friendship splatters, spurts onto the wall
Even my palette knife is a deadly weapon now
I am fiction
Blue is the color
I mostly adore
But that doesn't mean that red is what I hate
If I'm worrying about what that means
I feel my future will end up badly
This fake rose
For real now
I tricked them
The trust me
This life I will never live
I think why am I thinking
just sometimes - no always
that I'm so lonely
that I am crying?
Can you read the hint written on the wall today?
Can you read what's in that kid's imagination maybe?
I'm wondering who just turned my heart into grey
Who did that to me? Who did that to me!?
Can you even solve the question on this door - oh, not yet?
Can you even stop the rope hanging him by his neck?
Can I stay sane If I remain the same?
Hey, just tell me how
It's not like I care now
No matter how much time passes by
We're stuck in
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless romantic
Devoted in the sense I should have been committed
And hopeless as I took our love for granted
I dare you to keep the anguish and torment coming
As it will serve to inspire my greatest work
Assuming my heart pumps love more efficiently than pain
And my mind can refrain from going berserk
Now I sit in frustration with my parchment paper
The ink o
BlackI always wear the colour blackBlack2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you
Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome
Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach
Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine
Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen
Black are those things I've gazed upon
With my sorrowful eyes shut tight
Even rainbows become polluted
Within the filth of my mind’s eye
Black is how I’m feeling today
But should I not be feeling blue
Like my blood before you cut it red
Like your blood before I cut you
Black is t
Keep RunningSomething broken, or something deadKeep Running2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and everything that was ever said
Punches, bruises, sticks and stones
and everything that broke my bones
to words they said would never hurt,
to a shoe that kicked my face with dirt
Yes, these tears are made by you
but even tears don't make lies true
Tears that dampened my pillow case
tell a story that you could never chase
and I'll keep running until I die
Because you'll never catch me, I'll watch you try
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.