DreamingDreamingDreaming4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreaming my dreams in the darkness
from my mind's open eye do they flow
scenes of life maybe lived maybe not
I see her in white t-shirt standing
pink socks and undies too in dreams
but also I see far and distant shores
heaving of my ship rolling with the sea
smell of salt water in my nose pleasant
but then I am standing out on a road
far from town a lonesome wind blowing
hoping for a ride on down the line
but yet there are times my dreams
take me back to my childhood days
long ago and far far away now
to the times of innocence pre-mistakes
when the time rolled out in front of me
and everything was yet to come
but dreams are funny funny things
some are filled with mystery
others filled with love
often loneliness extreme
but yet I still dream
PerspectivePerspective1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind
The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within
Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence
Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal
The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
Amantes en silencioNo me digas nadaAmantes en silencio8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No quiero escucharte
Quiero sentir tu mirada
No encuentro en palabras nada impactante
El sentimiento afondo es lo que me llama
Quiero sentir tu sonrisa
Oler tu felicidad
Derretirme en tus caricias
Borrar indicios que vallan en velocidad
Quiero comer de tus pensamientos
En tus entrañas incrustarme
Saber sin palabras donde estan tus sentimientos
Observarte y encantarme
Besame con el cariño
Acariciame con la ternura
Amame de manos como niños
No me digas nada envuelvete en la locura
Quemate las manos
Escribe con las mias
Nada sera en vano
Sabré como me adoras
Veré como confías
Viviremos en un amor silenciado
Sin promesas acariciadas por el viento
Que se las lleva mientras se van entonando
Lo que tu silencio me diga será el perfecto momento
Y sabremos amarnos
Y nos amaremos hasta el amor
pues dura lo que quiera el corazón
Comprenderemos que está y se puede ir
Mas nunca digamos que para siempre será
Pues mentir es peor que morir
love is relativestop using wordslove is relative6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like "never" - they're too
permanent, too vague
and conditional -
you'll never stop loving
me unless i
i'll never leave.
you've said this multiple times,
holding me as i
sob in the dark of my room,
your room, and in text messages -
yet i am emotionally
unable to divide you going home
from you saying it's over.
perhaps it is not our words that
are vague, but our love.
though i am as guilty as a dog -
words like "forever" pull my lips
into a smile - doesn't it feel good
knowing that your entire well being
rests on another's decision of
how much they love you?
perhaps it is not my love that is
vague, but my understanding.
though in my guilt i am as old as i
am young, and in my inability to
discern conditions and un-conditions,
i slip away unknowingly
desperate to find the meaning of
The Mare of the WindThe Mare of the Wind5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Image Midnight Run by = Dianabolique.
Let the wind guide your steps
allow the whole space sleep in your dreams
and, through the years,
your spirit will gallop free.
Move beyond the shadows
and behold the prairie:
the old fire stops burning
if you look at it.
What would you do if you were
the owner of the sea?
What would you do if you were
the mistress of the wind?
Would you raise the seas to the earth
and vanish all the life?
Your joy would dissapear.
You would make the sea talk through waves
and the wind wishper through mist.
Dancing between them
and kissing the coasts.
Cross the clear water,
travel to the middle of night
and full of illusions arrive.
Jog slowly towards the plain,
let the breeze caress you,
stand your soft mane
and travel to the ends of the w
love is patient, love is kind, but i am notwith each passing day the summerlove is patient, love is kind, but i am not7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
dissipates and so do i;
with each passing day i think
a little more about committing
our fights are a keepsake,
one i hold to my chest and
remember what used to be;
september nights and
sweet, everlasting dreams.
i never knew what would happen,
it's okay to take risks.
but time is a disease,
pulling me away, pushing you ahead.
soon enough you won't need me
with each passing day our love
dissipates and so do i;
with each passing day i know
i've committed emotional
the invisible wounds of warhome is so different when you'rethe invisible wounds of war5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing behind the wall;
i wonder of the people who
live/will live in that house now as i
stand yonder on the neighbor's
my face illuminated in a yellow
i wonder if they'd listen to my winding
stories; the nights i'd scream
back at my parents as they screamed
at each other -
the tornadoes and storms that ripped
through the back yard, leaving us untouched
but devastating others -
the christmas and easter mornings, good
times and bad, dreams and heartbreak
and so much cigarette smoke staining
the walls and my lungs.
(we were a good american family with
good american values and traditions,
i wonder if they'd listen to my twisting
roots, sitting calmly as i'd tell them
of the horrors of standing naked
in front of my mother to have her tell
me my body was wrong.
i've always been told that people
abuse in myriads of ways, but never
that the walls of my old home
would abuse along.
Yidhra The WitchYidhra she came,Yidhra The Witch1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was insane.
Witch of the Old Ones,
Knowing the powers beyond.
She came for me
So the Old Ones can be free.
As a vessel for Thee.
The Druids tried to conceal me
In cloaks of pure red silk
But Yidhra could see through
And she did find me.
Only to bring one message:
The Old Ones will return...
Palabras perdidasQUisiera escribirte un poemaPalabras perdidas6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que estallara y te hiciera estremecer.
Que te llenara de emociones,
con recuerdos cada amanecer.
No quiero venderte amor,
solo serían palabras en un papel.
Me gustaría darte el universo y todo
lo que pudiera poner a tus pies...
Es que tu sonrisa me hace sonreir,
tus palabras emocionan mi alma.
Quisiera causarte lo mismo si logro escribir
pero sin verte, y sin suerte la rima me falla.
Dedicaría dias enteros a estudiarte
no puedo negar que me facines.
Tejeria versos para dedicarte
silenciosas letras que den paso a lo que imagines.
Quizás no te enteres de mis deseos,
tal ves mi dulce enigma serás.
Algun día te escribiré un poema completo,
uno que te enloquecerá.
Que llenandote de emociones
no adivines quién lo escribió jamás!
Guardian of the Gate: Tawil at'UmrAvatar of Yog-Sothoth;Guardian of the Gate: Tawil at'Umr1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most Ancient One.
Guide and Guardian of the Gate,
Tawil at'Umr offers the Ultimate Gate;
Initiating the Ceremony...
Knowing All Things,
Telepathy and dreams to reality!
YidhraThe most Ancient Gods,Yidhra1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Prototypes of all the Gods,
Worshiped before humanity;
And all came from one source.
The source is called Mlandoth,
All Gods are manifestations of Him.
Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing
Whom haunts this region of space
Before the solar system was formed,
Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.
Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth
Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,
Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.
Before death was born, She was born;
For untold ages there was life without death,
Life without birth, life unchanging.
But at last death came; birth came;
Life became mortal and mutable,
And thereafter fathers died,
Sons were born, and never the same.
The slime became the worm
And the worm the serpent,
The serpent the yeti of the mountains
And the yeti became man.
Only She escaped death,
But She could not escape change,
For all things will change;
The trees of the North must shed their leaves.
She learned to devour the mortal creatures;
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
Black Rose and HumanityBlack Rose and Humanity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sit back take it easy
-Watch the cross eat the flower
-Composed of the blackest rose
C'mon take it easy
-The cross turns to butterfly
-With a wing span infinite
Sit back and unlearn
-Ignore the crimes of the cross
-Become a slave to the absolute black
Relax and go stupid
-Go to sleep and stay late
-A flower with petals of hate
It's just so fuckin' easy
-To sit back and just die
-A world made of the butterfly's crime
Cheshire MoonCheshire MoonCheshire Moon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look in the sky
On this cool
Look in the sky
Because the moon
It smiles like
The Cheshire cat
In a rendition
Of Alice’s story.
It is lunatic,
A little bit out
Where ever there is.
He smiles sinisterly,
The moon with its grin.
He’s watching and
What does he want?
All of us.
He is so hungry,
And he knows the truth,
In the end
We all go…
And he’ll be waiting.
The Sympathetic PoetThe Sympathetic PoetThe Sympathetic Poet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the house of poetry nothing remains except that which was written with blood to be listened to by blood
And we bleed together,
Streams that run together
In our bitter suicide of the mind.
Baring scarred flesh to be re-scarred,
Thin lines across the wrists
And main arteries
Where confessions were made.
Widen my smile,
Ear to ear,
And let it all trickle down.
We bathe in each other’s sorrow
And drink from the lips of someone else’s heart.
If I lean in to kiss you, don’t mind
The putridity of my breath,
Rotten from spilling lies,
Made sweet again
From confessions on a lonely stage,
Click-clacks of snapped fingers say
“I feel you, I feel you”
And all you can say is
“You don’t feel anything!”
These words cannot express the truths
On the tip of my tongue.
There are no words that can grasp
The depth of my torture,
No soliloquy that I make can encompass
The pleasures and pains and pinpricks
I have experienced.
the caveI live in a cave. I call it my mind. I look out from here and I see things: strange things, both horrible and wonderful, but also a lot of nothing. I venture out from time to time, but almost always run screaming back to my cave in fear. My cave is dark, and cramped, and full of useless things I should have discarded long ago, but the world is full of danger and violence, both intentional and accidental. It may be wrong to stay in my cave, but here, at least, I know what prowls and waits for me.the cave1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
The TombThere I sat by the window,The Tomb1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking outside and beyond.
With two arabic young men,
Whom I had never seen before.
Although they seemed to know me well,
We did traveled together on, hence!
But they were of the same age as I,
So not much knowledge stored inside.
We stepped as if eons upon the hot sand,
Thirsty and hungry we walked the desert.
The end seemed so far gone,
Until finally our feet touched stone.
A gray stone tomb in front of us,
Huge pillars caught the sight of our eyes.
While the Sun was burning through our flesh
We needed cover from the ancient tomb.
With a crunch the heavy stone door opened
Curious our eyes looked into the dark space.
In ye middle was laying the corpse uncovered,
Surrounded with four pillars therefrom.
Slowly we moved to the center,
Where the corpse was lying thereon.
As when fear stroke our spines,
When it suddenly opened its eyes.
Scared and terrified we run off,
What was that just what we behold?
For sure it was not human at all,
Therefore it looked too o
SaintSaintSaint1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are such a saint,
Amongst your cathedral of blasphemies,
Beside your mass of sinners,
Preaching the word of a God to be feared,
Rather than overlooked.
What does that do for you?
Are you cleansed by a pastor’s ceremony?
Do you reach salvation by praying for forgiveness,
Rather than living without anything
That requires His hallowed pardon?
Lord, your children must be misguided,
Or they would remain on the path.
None are sinless, but that requires some clemency,
Sometimes it is expected.
Walking between the dark aisles,
Your children bow their heads,
‘Forgive me father, for I have sinned’
And what a sin it was- your chalky words
Pass through their consciousness,
Meaning absent for the moment.
Virtuous, they cry ‘Yes! I have seen my God!
What a wonderful God he was,’
For all that you’ve done, you pray,
And you are forgiven…
How do you coax them out those doors
Their heads are filled with lies…
Inside the Ho
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
The Tomb of CthulhuI projected to Cthulhu's tomb,The Tomb of Cthulhu1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which seemed like an empty womb.
Danced upon the tombstone,
Moving all alone.
Pulled the tombstone away,
This Seal couldn't stay!
Crushed it on the ground,
Cthulhu moved about.
With magick I crushed the gate,
But not immediate.
But somehow I managed to do so,
Stones floating about.
Cthulhu moved towards the door,
Nyarlathotep came ashore.
We pushed as the Seal didn't move,
As the energy-field did prove.
I had to put Him still,
That is if the Crawling Chaos will.
Blue Energy all about me,
Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep, and me.
All were trapped in my energy.
I don't dislike Them, you see?
I adore Them in me!
The White SpiderI licked you spider,The White Spider1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To see the Moon shine underneath,
And see sudden death.
I now have the sight of the stranger,
Of the Necromancer indeed;
I can see what others cannot;
I can look beyond...
Yidhra The Witch - Part IIIn the library of AlexandriaYidhra The Witch - Part II1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yidhra was writing and reading;
Copying the ancient scrolls,
Of Eibon, Mhu Thulan and voodoo dolls.
The Elders banished her to 'other realm,
Behind the mirror the demons did overwhelm.
But I took her out of the mirror,
Her life here is much dearer.
In the mirror-realm I placed myself,
The demons will remember oneself.
Protecting of my soul,
The darkness of a ghoul.
Yidhra lives my life now,
I live Hers, it is not allowed.
Eagerly I wait for the Old Ones,
'cause that is what Yidhra does.
As Upper Witch of Them,
She is the ultimate gem!