Skeleton Boy Saves His SkinO' Gather 'round, children. I'll tell you a tale
Of a skeleton boy who was bony and pale.
For the first act, our story is all fun and games
But at the end of part one, we see everything changes
We see Skeleton Boy's snatched by the prince of all darkness.
'Tis back to trickster mythology that this storyline harkens.
And so Skeleton Boy must get out of this fix
And find ways to outsmart all his captors with tricks
So prepare for fantastical mischief in:
Skeleton Boy Saves His Skin
by Thomas Boguszewski
Deep underground, there was a boy who was dead
Then out of the ground popped his skeleton head.
He pulled his dead body up throug
The giraffes dreamsDreams give you hope among many thingsThe giraffes dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the girraffe had dreamed for so many days
So with strong willpower he grew himself wings
That he could fly into space and frolik and play.
Then the girafe flew, with all of his might
Into the darkness away from the sun
And when he found dusk, the beginning of night,
he stopped and he fluttered and looked for some fun.
"Stars stars" he yelled "come out here its true"
"I've grown some wings so I can come play with you"
And one by one the stars they came out
They sparkled and twinkled and hovered about
and they grinned and they laughed and all started to shout
"but a giraffe cannot fly, go
DreamerHe's a dreamer...Dreamer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living in his hidden world
Living somewhere I can't reach him
He's a dreamer...
With coral oceans and painted skies
Just dancing in his magical eyes
He's a dreamer...
Screaming doesn't reach him
Reality has no hold
He's a dreamer...
Oh but what happens
When all dreaming ends?
suffocatingI imagined bleaching chicken bonessuffocating5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and collecting them in the see-through kitchen cabinets
instead of the multi-colored macaroni.
I imagined that god would talk to me
when I drink chai under my desk. Instead
I had a cat that mewled at me to feed her.
I imagined time stopping at the door, turning back
and smiling. He'd say:
"I don't know what I was thinking.
I'm here for you and I won't go away.
I promise." And I'd forgive after I punished him
with underboiled eggs and over-toasted bread.
I imagined breathing again without the whir in my lungs
without the fear that I was not living,
without the terror of not living, without -
In The Wake Of A NightmareClose your eyes and embrace the blackIn The Wake Of A Nightmare5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Descend to the world of dark dreams
Fears come alive to pursue you in chase
The heard you down to your demons
At the mercy of the evils of your own soul
The tear at the last standing innocence
Killing and consuming the remains of your faith
Dragging you down to eternal nightmares
Awaken yourself to save your own life
Dont let the hidden monsters destroy you
Rouse from your sleep and shake off the fear
Youre only going to have to do it all again
CrashLast week Slovenia cried when you lost yourCrash4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
car keys and upchucked the last of your designer
booze. Tommy cried, too, when he saw the car
wheels tossed to the side of the old dirt road, along
with the steering wheel, your heart, and a few empty
bottles. Blessed be those last drops of disenchantment
clinging to your soiled and chapped lips. Your eyes,
the whites now showing, promise to forget the words
and empty fog and crashes bangs booms of this night.
Your paling skin is warm, but not hot against
the macadam, sun-soaked and beckoning your
disoriented soul to sink within the crevasses
carved from catastrophe. You're falling aslee
Love.HorrorAs you stand before meLove.Horror4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I circle you and grin,
My power over whelms me,
I know I have you pinned.
Your eyes constantly watch me,
They follow me around,
Your small body is shaking,
Yet you do not make a sound.
My smile growing bigger,
I stop in front of you,
and try to calm the vigor
that is rushing through.
I place my hand on your cheek,
You slightly flinch away,
I just smile as I come to peak,
Nearing what I want to say.
You know how much I love you?
Do you, do you, do?
Please tell me that you love me
as much as I do you.
Do you want to be with me
Forever and ever more?
Tell me that you feel this,
Not just plain a
Once upon a lifetime,The first day we spent together,Once upon a lifetime,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me that your heart
thinks it's winter, and stays cold
all year round. We touched hearts,
and even though i didn't intend
on it, mine froze to yours, forever.
For Christmas, you gave me a glass
jar with a purple ribbon tied to it,
labeled "tears" with your
perfect handwriting. You said,
"When you fill it out, come see
me. We'll share all the good memories
while you drink them, so it'll be like
you never cried."
It was almost fall, and we walked
around the streets of nostalgia.
As beautiful as ever, a star fell to
your feet. Drops of salty liquid
traced down your cheeks
Skeleton Boy - EpilogueNow Skeleton Boy had returned to the earth,Skeleton Boy - Epilogue3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The place of his creation, life, death and rebirth
He had escaped with the skin of his teeth
From both Heaven above and from Hell down beneath
He could "never return" to the great 666;
He was free to go back to his mischief and tricks.
Our hero returned to where he'd slept so often
His cozy and quaint little fabric-lined coffin
He'd escaped from harm's way by a carpal bone's breadth
And yet he, once more, had to deal with death
Out of the shade stepped a menacing shape
It was a bony adult with a hood and a cape.
He was now face to face with the ghastly Grim Reaper
Who takes souls from t
Passion For PoetryPoetry PassionPassion For Poetry4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My ink and my blood are alike
My skin and the paper are alike
My thoughts are poems verses
My feelings are poems rhythms
My hand and the brush are alike
My heart and the letter are alike
My screams are poems assonances
My boredom are poems alliterations
My body and the poem are alike
My dreams and imageries are alike
My freedom is verses without rhythms
My voice is alliterations and assonances
-A Sadist's Lullaby--A Sadist's Lullaby- [what its like to be fucked over]-A Sadist's Lullaby-4 years ago in Devious Fun More Like This
I'm out of ammunition.
Yet on goes the mission.
I haven't failed yet, i won't die.
But only one of us shall leave tonight.
Standing under the moonlight.
Piercing each other with our own eyes.
Standing up for my fucking rights.
I'm out of ammunition, but I'll still fight.
Tears, blood, fight, guns, love.
What's fun if it ain't dirty or rough?
Bang, combat, shoot, talk later.
Ground Zero is my stage, the world my spectator.
The blood coloured the air as your scream rose to the sky.
My laugh taunted you as you gave your dying cry.
The world seemed to brighte
So someone wants to Play So Someone wants to Play.So someone wants to Play5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sitting on a lump of rock in the middle of a mine field was not her idea of fun. If the idiot who had sown this one was still alive. They were going to be very unhappy when she got out of here. Consoling herself with that thought she started to allow her senses to drift out across the minefield. Attempting to sense the changes in energy that would indicate a mine. It was not easy the disruptions were slight and seemed almost to be sliding from her grasp. She stopped drew three deep breaths then started again to sense the energy. There they were like little stars bright and clear. She put one foot to the ground the
Always BecomingAlways Becoming5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the clouds, something in the clouds that convinced Mozell her own death was near. Wispy strips of transientness coming down from the North, catching the sunlight, thickening into wide bands of gold that crossed the sky, scattering coin-like dabs against still blue.
"The message's clear if you just look that way. Perhaps not death, but something close to it?"
From the South, fat drifting dirigibles lumbered up, heavy with moisture, tops billowing white like full sails rigged over hazy gray hulls.
"Heaven breakers, those," Mozell said in a conversational tone and volume to anyone who might be listening.
Her garden was large enough to
The Ring"It must have belonged to someone very rich."The Ring4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Maybe even a Queen!"
Two boys, barefoot and in tattered overalls stood in the middle of a dirt road, staring down at the ground. A ring glittered gaudily up at them, a big red stone set in a thick gold band with much smaller sparkly-white stones set all around it.
"Stupid. There aren't any Queens in America."
One dusty toe reached out to nudge the ring before jerking back.
"Dunno. Maybe it was a Princess instead."
The other boy seemed to accept this with a nod. "Maybe."
Quiet reigned over the pair, two heads bumping against each other, one orangey-red and the other dirty blonde.
It was a
SB2: Hell Freezes OverOnce a poet created a marvelous poemSB2: Hell Freezes Over2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That made all his friends very proud just to know him
It told of a trickster and his fantastic feats
With beautiful rhymes and rhythm-ic beats
A "Skeleton Boy" who stood up to his fears.
The poet was writing for more than three years
But just at the beginning of year number four
He announced, "Now I don't have to write any more!
The story is finished, it's totaled, complete
It's done, it's wrapped up, it is tidy and neat!
And because it is perfect without any equal
There is no way in hell that I'm writing a sequel!"
Then he sold his poem and he made lots of money
Because people loved it
- Riverside -I knew a boy, I knew him well- Riverside -4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
He used to tell of his only love
How he played down by the creek
But he knew, in the end, that we were weak
We couldnt dream of what was above
And we lose all our hope, and all our minds
Down in the gutter, by the riverside
No make belief, no day dreaming, and no time
To be the better man, the one in his prime
We dont forget a thing
Were not gonna let them pass us by
Down the riverside
I knew that young man, oh I knew him that day
The time at the bay where he was laid to waste
Where he took a gun right to his head
Pulled the trigger and covered the ground in red
harmonieuxWe sat on that frozen bench in the forgotten park that consisted of loneliness, nostalgia and agony, vines twisting and breaking through thorns. With every second, our frantic bodies moved closer together, like liveless little marionettes. I could feel your eyelashes on my brittle skin; wanting to turn away - they were almost too cold to bear.harmonieux4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Move closer", I mouthed. I've been picturing our lips colliding and our bodies loosing track and starting to function with one fully beating heart.
"I don't think your inertia is attracting mine anymore". You consisted of too much gravity, or not enough, and suddenly my heart didn't like my ribcage
The Wilted RoseA miniscule rose petal lay precariously on the floor;The Wilted Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beside it, on the newly stained mahogany wood,
The dead stem leaning haphazardly in its vase.
The welcomely glorious auroma had
Faded through the room and
Long since dissipated.
The dying red;
The vivid pigment of hope
Had already shrivled,
Now a dry, bleak brown.
A once lively room;
At a time, the center of constructive thought,
Now the origin of depression
And battering sorrow.
The ashen dream;
An enlightening fantasy in days past,
Now a nightmare running rampant
In my deranged mind.
Your elegant image;
Inspiration of hope unbound,
But no longer a sight
- One Thousand Days -I could paint a pretty picture- One Thousand Days -4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With my words, like acid, out of my mouth
I could preach a thousand strictures
And prove to you that anyone can doubt
I can tell a thousand lies
Say a thousand psalms and be protected
I can kill a million flies
And still not be the one selected, for their petty news
I can be resurrected a thousand times
Live a thousand and one nights
Have your master preach me my rights
Kill me for my crimes
All I can see, today and yesterday
Is all the same, as it will be tomorrow
And well lead you astray
From the worms that you follow
You cannot survive, sleep your days away
Flee your days
Elegy for OberonI said goodbye to you on sad gray boat,Elegy for Oberon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stepping away to let it sink.
I can do without
my Magic little pistol, the "Oberon,"
arrogant metal scraps
that bloomed on impact,
plunging to the depths of my body.
Soon you'll be lost for certain,
the curtain closing on the romance of the century,
modern-day Shakespearian poetry.
Still you don't see.
You barely breathe.
Midsummer romance tempts the faint-hearted,
downing their cough syrup shots,
thick and purple,
saying, "Just one more."
The barman toasts the departed.
The district is lit with murky half light and the lies,
street lamps swaying with vamps saying
their names, "Lady
Avenging AngelBehold, the ageless stranger,Avenging Angel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wandering from time and place,
watch him enter the theatre,
with hood hiding his face.
Red curtains seek to decorate,
the cold granite stone,
but fail to hide the images,
of human skull and bone.
Every seat has been taken,
the applause never was so loud,
but his eyes dont seem to dwell,
upon the dreadful crowd.
Beneath his hair black and sleek,
eyes glow with sinister light,
under his cloak leather wings are hidden,
on his back they are fold up tight.
He takes place in the centre now,
a throne behind him stands,
though blood-stained seat remains untaken,
its chains have held too man
Clone LeechYou're a fakerClone Leech5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're a copy
An image of someone else's design
You act so they'll accept you
You act so they'll take you in
You're a leech
A shape shifter
You morph to a different appearance
Rejecting those along the way
Who see the truth beyond disguise
You divide and conquer
You strive to be the boss
And when cracks in the mask appear
You flee and blame someone else
Leaving your tragedy behind
You're a clone
You're a double
Someone else's stolen identity
You leave behind an eternal path of destruction
Blocking out the past of who you really are
You're a duplicate
A Parasitic twin
Feeding off unsuspecting victims around
HydeThe most basic of our instinctsHyde4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden deep away inside
Masked by civil facade
The horrid little creatures
That lurks within our souls
Cant let them be seen
Like a whole nother person
Existing in our flesh and bones
Not shown deep bellow the skin
The second half of our personalities
Needs not potion to unleash
Merely one event to trigger
But a single word or action
Releases our normally hidden ugliness
The syndrome of Dr Jekyll / Mr Hyde