Broken WingsWhere were you going, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings, heels and an oh-so-short skirt?Broken Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where did you come from, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings torn and running, one shoe and your skirt all skewed?
You stood so quietly there in the dark - I almost didn't see you if it hadn't been for the shadow of your dark broken wings wrapped protectively around you like a cocoon... holding you up for you surely could hardly stand on your own.
Why did you come here, broken as you were? Was it for the glass of water? The blanket around your shoulders as I sat you on the couch? The call to 911 when you stopped responding to me?
Sweetie, you're in a world of hurt and trouble right now - not just from your magical appearance, but from what you did before you came here. Pills and alcohol? Some don't mix, some mix all too well. Ask me about that some day.
But the child! You're someone's baby girl, but you have a baby of your own! You can't be driving around like that... and into onc
Truth EmergesHave you ever met someone with a beautiful exteriorTruth Emerges2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it contradicts with their ugly interior?
They start off attractive with a quality that's cute
but their acts make you want to give them the boot.
Have you ever looked at someone and paid them no heed
but your view changed when you saw their good deeds?
Over time, you see the soul's beauty emerge.
Your feelings change and some begin to surge.
Describe what popular music is todayRaunchy and drunk sex. Sometimes making love.Describe what popular music is today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Constantly consuming the green (not vegetables).
Obvious occult symbolism.
Daily dissing and having fans form teams that praised and defend their idol in any way they can.
There is the occasional "Uplifting others" single. But yeah.
The Dark Woman Upon the roof of the house stood the Dark Woman. Her inky veil flowed in the wind, moving like a black ocean wave. Her figure dissolved into a murder of crows. Their chilling caws ripped the night sky as they flew to the colors of the fading sunset.The Dark Woman2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
QuandaryI am at a quandary at times, though lost in a moment. I tear from space to space as I trudge deep in my state.Quandary2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thus the ironies of my life, shredded and tore, how I bask in them. Of course, not in reflect glory but rather the failure that is in my hands to jerk and grab tight for never will I know, the glimpse I miss.
How sad, the tear in my soul is for never will I appreciate the blessings and protection I receive.
Wilt I never be learned? Must I stand where I am, must I stand still as the earth moveth with such vicious veracity.
Oh, may I be of a learned mind. May I never be where I once was, save me from whence I stand. For I know not how to move!
Las QadenasNota: Esto es una deviation de literatura/This is a literature deviation. La imagen sólo representa lo que se dicen en el texto. El autor original de la imagen es PomPrint. Por favor, visita → Experiment 1 Fractal para añadir a favoritos la imagen.Las Qadenas1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Experiment 1 Fractal por PomPrint
Las Qadenas son agrupaciones de entes (objetos, sujetos, Esencias, Espacios Planares, Estructuras Planares, etc) que se produc
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze3 years 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
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears3 years 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
Cheshire MoonCheshire MoonCheshire Moon3 years 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 Poet3 years 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.