Balthazar's SongBalthazar's SongBalthazar's Song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shall not trouble you
though your eyes have burned through mine,
turned through mine to your moon;
the fickle moon that changes constantly.
The love I felt compelled me to lie,
compelled me to stay and guard.
The sting I feel and the sword at my throat;
double shadowed in the tomb.
I shall not trouble you
though the words we said
now rhyme painfully on other ears.
Rest, gentle, on my shoulder.
These words were not put in my mouth to rhyme.
Rest still, lie gentle, no more fooled by the lark.
Lie, I will carry you.
Sleeping BeautyISleeping Beauty4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Deep within the crevice,
of a tower of brier
a girl lay trapped,
within a dark desire
acquiescent to the lies
slowly begins to blur
to no more but ash
lamentations in vain,
blood stains the velvet blue sash
when will you come rescue me,
for so long I have waited,
for you since
I seek out the light,
that shines through the curtain
The wonders out there,
brings hope I am certain
may it be your warm hand,
that takes me away
your sugarcoated lies,
that leads my heart astray
Oh dearest prince,
I dream of you every night
your sweet mannered smile,
would be a pleasing sight
unbind these chains,
that hold me close to the abyss
the cry of the banshee,
stirs my heart amiss
The dark plagues my world
be it Satan's token
a music box plays
a spindle wheel broken
The happy ending
that in dreams I see
may it all turn out,
as a childish plea
the words I've lost,
heaven be spoken
the story of a princess
whose eyes will never
Explicitonão há muito que te pertença aqui nos destroços das palavrasExplicito10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que conseguiste arrancar do meu corpo
ficaram as nódoas do sangue inextinguível
por entre as camadas de pele
ficaram os ossos no mesmo sítio
apesar do ruído dos mesmos a estalar ter ensurdecido um par de ouvidos
na verdade, não há nada que te pertença nestes centímetros de carne
além dos destroços das palavras
das marcas dos dentes incisivos na parte de dentro dos pulsos
nunca te contaram a história da evolução e do progresso, pois não?
repara: uma linha permite-nos evoluir mas um círculo não
da próxima, alimenta-te de forma linear
painyou're disgusting.pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hope you know that every time you show your face,
i cringe, collapse into rage.
you flay my body with cutting board scissors
and laugh at the sight of my blood.
it's everywhere, staining everything.
my clothes are ruined,
splotched with your dirty curse.
i can't ignore you
when you're so persistent,
grinding me like coffee beans
to grit beneath your boots.
i'm a shipwreck. you're the bottom of the ocean,
i collapse into bathroom stalls
like a rag doll,
falling on my knees and begging for mercy.
you're the reason i have medication.
i swallow pill after pill,
but they don't let me forget you.
i feel you within me,
twisting, pulling at my guts.
there's some idea out there
that women are like snow-capped strawberries,
but you are the part of me
that releases the bitter, razor-edged leaves.
my mom tells me i'm being melodramatic.
it's just a period, after all.
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
belmont graveyardsi am not a woman who sleeps in belmont graveyardsbelmont graveyards3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
smelling nicotine and smoke on my finger tips
to be scrubbed off hastily in my lover's bathroom
remembering the haze in my father's kitchen
remembering how it makes my lungs hurt to think of him
i will not live among lost lighters and matches
to be found in couch cushions or backpacks
adding to the pile of fire i feel inside my belly at the thought of you
sometimes i taste my childhood between your teeth
biting down on my memories of ashtrays and soot
driving with the windows down so that we don't suffocate
day 2: constellationsi trace the glowing outlines of perseus on your scattered freckles with my fingertips;day 2: constellations8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i feel leo shaped scars embedded into your golden skin.
you inherited a proud mane, my lion boy,
but it's your energy that draws me to you, not your surname.
only you could find a way to hold up my sky
and battle my monsters to free me from my own shackles.
you are an indescribable one,
an enigmatic mixture of vitality and gentleness and wittiness and grit
but there's something else i can't quite name.
the autumn nights are
peaceful yet breathtaking
.by the time you close the gap between us the vibrant leaves are already falling,
when you hold me
in comforting warmth,
i can hear the sirens in your chest singing our eternity into the sky.
Malditas MemoriasA noite cai e junto vem à menteMalditas Memorias4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Memórias que me doem no peito
Porque a tristeza do homem está em lembrar
Salve aquele que apaga suas memórias
Como quem apaga a caixa de e-mails!
Privando-se assim das dores emocionais
Que doem infinitamente mais que qualquer membro decepado
Ou outra qualquer dor física insana.
Pois as dores emocionais ficam nas lembranças
E doem do nascimento até a morte
Sem nenhum sedativo que não seja o fim da existência
Do homo sapiens dolorido.
Time Of SeasonAnother silent summer afternoonTime Of Season2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The room dimmed low by the sun shining thru
A lazy leg hanging off the edge
Right hand twirling away toward the ceiling
I only quote myself
You speak your own words don't we
Repeating the same thoughts tho
I wish my music could play
And take away this quiet day
My hands astray
Grasping at reasoning that doesn't exist
Eyes yearning for the people who aren't here
Same old kid staring up at the ceiling
Socks with the holes
I feel like a dog underneath the sun
Too warm to move
Let me lose myself in another ray of sunshine
Today is ok and tomorrow can stay away for a little longer
reasons to love a shy girli. men fear strong women,reasons to love a shy girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she's far from strong.
this wisp of a girl
doesn't even need a hurricane
to fall apart.
she'd glued and re-glued,
old bonds wearing thin,
but if you ask politely,
she'll let you touch her scars.
ii. her lips are fettered in rusted chains.
you'd need a crowbar to pry up
her whispered secrets.
you are not worthy to hear her voice
just as she is not worthy to give it to you.
she told me everything she knows,
and i shut it away,
kept it safe.
i tied the threads into double knots
just to make sure
they wouldn't curl away from me,
twisted up like a dead spider's legs.
iii. she is hewn from shadow,
woven from grains of sand.
you might think she'd flow,
breeze by on a sparrow's breath,
but she's never been good at
anything but sinking.
she is buried treasure, and all
the things you wish you could forget.
iv. you found her washed up on the shore,
drawing pictures of her flickering soul,
and knew she was too unsteady to love.
when you reached for her heart,
QuedaA terra tocou-me nas víscerasQueda4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Absorveu todo o sangue escuro.
Aí caí por terra.
Desculpa a partida sem carícias míseras
E morto, não é o estado que procuro.
Tínhamos tudo do que era possível
Os corpos arranhados na seda.
Não era o que pensas
Porque o amor é banal e inacessível
Como a minha garganta azeda.
A maçã que guardámos, entre as cinco,
Fui eu que a trinquei e junto a ti me derreti,
Com todo o afecto.
Antes de rasgar, com a pedra de zinco,
Os meus olhos verdes, em ti.
IcarusWho are you, and what am I?Icarus9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.
Common occurenceIt's not an everyday thingCommon occurence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it still happened
I'm not sure why
I just know it fills me with guilt
because I'm always tempted when alone
She's always there
That fucking voice
Not worth it
Never good enough
Captive creatures cripple themselves
She is me
But I am me too
But if we are both me
Who am I
I'll take me to my death
Shirei's Casual Adventures (part 7)Gatling: guns.dec go!Shirei's Casual Adventures (part 7)9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shirei: wait what?
Sharuum: He's playing Kumano.
Yasova: This makes him a gatling how?
Kumano: you'll see.
Kumano: I HAVE ALL THE MANAS!
Shirei: gauntlets of might, power and caged sun will do that.
Kumano: Cast heart stone, kumano, and equip him with Neko-Te.
Kumano: shoot y'all in the face for a bunch of damage.
Conjugating shadowYou must dream of animals, afraid,Conjugating shadow7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pitching themselves into hollowed-out buildings,
built several stories down into the earth.
- Sarah Vap
We were kids.
After dinner we would cocoon
on the front porch, asking birds
about the anatomy of wings
like toothless men at the park,
It's getting dark;
we're better off inside,
Words always wore
the faint sound of rain
picking at the asphalt.
When Winter came,
we'd tilt our heads back
like the ocean when it snows.
Mother had given up by then,
a stranger to the word,
for the sky to fall.
We were kids.
We didn't know what it meant
until it cobwebbed
around our limbs:
As I sit here, mid-breath,
a slender fist of light
sways in a lamp like a man
refusing to blink.
My body, I feel,
even father's hands,
whom I could never scrape
from the flesh.
I am tired. The sun, the sea
and all the bones left untouched:
I am tired.
Meet me on the grass, yes,
where we were once born
Two thingsDo you know that... anger in the back of your stomach?Two things4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That pain in the back of your throat?
That feeling of being thoroughly
I'm a gutted animal.
People cut away at my flesh for trophies.
My furr has been stripped away to cover others.
I've only some scraps of it left.
My teeth are pulled for someone else's use.
My claws cut to be worn as jewelry.
My bones are filed down to be used against others of my kind.
I return to the earth, the only place I'm protected.
It's harsh warmth takes me in and covers me in armor.
I'm consoled by few.
They respect my animalistic nature.
I'm only as good as society lets me be.
Once my furr returns, and my teeth, my claws and bones, I return to the outside.
I'm a revenant.
Though my skin and furr were once dark, they both glisten white.
So pale, it blends with the sickly pure snow.
Wanting, expecting me to comply with their codes for animals.
Sacrifice myself for them.
I rear up an
OcioO ócio que o teu corpo transpiraOcio4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Revela um estado de espera eterna
Pelo herói amputado.
De mãos sujas na caverna
Onde a força da razão inspira.
Dizes não respirar políticas racionais
Mas o teu pensamento é engolido,
Enquanto clamas pela tua legitimidade,
Inacessível face ao torpe sorriso embutido
Na encardida cara sem sinais.
Na mais profunda das inércias do teu ser
Sustenta-se a auto-inocência prematura
A que chamas: Liberdade.
Invoca-la desconhecendo a sua frágil sutura,
Que por ilustre imbecilidade, deixas carecer.
Absorves loucamente doses de conformismo
De costas curvadas e vértebras rachadas.
À noite, lamentas toda a dor
Com lágrimas de suor algemadas
Aos olhos cegos de elitismo.
Observas a tua realidade sem ver,
Insistes em julgar sem consciência
Os que batalham a opressão, pela resistência
Por seus cérebros conscientes, tudo perceber.
Não és pessoa, s
Male!Cruella Deville/Reader part 1/2 - Top Secret!Male!Cruella Deville/Reader part 1/2 - Top Secret!10 months ago in Romance More Like This
Male♂Cruella Deville/Reader two-shot - Top Secret!
Important: This 2-shot will have 2 separate parts. This one being the first!
(Cruella Deville → Cruello Deville) (All other characters stay the same gender in this one.)
You knew he was coming a mile away as the putrid smoke billowed into the office room. You sat at your desk and brought your hand over your nose and mouth to cover up the stench of the red cigarette holder he always had in his hands. Cruello Deville was your boss and you had mixed feelings about him. You were an aspiring fashion designer and you had to suck up to Cruello or you would never get anywhere up the ladder of your career. He was a hard-hearted man, very picky, and a man who knows what he wants and when he wants it, Cruello Deville will find a way to get it. Yo
Times‘I know I need you, I need to love You.Times3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’d love to see You but it’s been so long….’
There’s a fire playing in my bedroom,
clashing with the shadows on the wall.
I feel the flask of desire, rolling,
in the deepness of my flesh.
I give my gift away, in hopes
of finally eliminating my emptiness.
‘I need to hear You
is that so wrong?’
I find myself forgetting
where I once belonged,
while lost in the wilderness.
I ran from You as fast as-
a lightning bolt strikes.
How can You accept me back
after all I have done?
‘I hear You say
My love is over
it’s in between.’
I cry out within the pain,
like a stricken child
finally caving in.
I have had enough,
I need Your love,
to find the place,
where You embrace.
‘Now You pull me near You,
when we’re close I fear You,
I’m so tired of defending what I’ve become…’
You take me
ashes to ashesi am the girl withashes to ashes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more faith in myths than in
there are more dead bodies in this world than the living.
and if that doesn't frighten you, then i
don't know what would. i guess you could
say that graves are just the closets in which
we hide our skeletons in.
there are ghosts all around us.
and i think that maybe,
i'd rather take my chances down in
the underworld with them than up
here where the earth is slowly
all because of the living.