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 through all the red stone
And sat, his head rattling, upon his old headstone.
Skeleton Boy wanted mischievous fun
So he took to his heels and had a good run.
Our hero was hungry, and he saw a big rabbit,
So he set up a trap in order to nab it.
Once the rabbit was caught, the boy made rabbit stew.
But since he was bones, it fell right on through.
Soon after tha
The giraffes dreamsDreams give you hope among many thingsThe giraffes dreams6 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 away, go on, shooo!
We are wishing stars and can not play with you."
The giraffe felt his heart break his eyes filled with tears.
"But I've been dreaming of playing with you stars for years
I even grew wings just so I could fly,
So couldnt you play, please give it a try."
The stars gathered together and whispered in haste
While the giraffe sat there hovering, s
Once upon a lifetime,The first day we spent together,Once upon a lifetime,6 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, "I
brought it down.." But
really, the star just didn't think it
deserved to shine above something
You flipped me on my back against
the shaggy surface of your old rug.
You ran your palms down my waist,
sending chills all the way to my toes.
"I think you convinced my heart
Your heart never seemed so warm be
CrashLast week Slovenia cried when you lost yourCrash6 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 asleep
to the cacophony of disorienting lives and soul
departing body. Worthlessness now seems
so worthwhile in your emulsified mind.
Cigarettes fall from your lips and hands and purse,
cushioned from the cement by the rigor mortis of your
bones as they stretch shadows across the pavement.
The Weight of the FeatherIs my heart lighter,The Weight of the Feather6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My guardian of the veil,
Than Ma'at's feather?
Will I continue
Toward the afterlife or
The Eater of Hearts?
I await heaven
Or the ravenous demon
Upon the balance
As you weigh my heart
And its grand morality
On your scale of truth.
finding the bottomYou can't look in your own eyes. You wake up at night and wonder why not, and then come to a decision - you wouldn't be able to bear the sight of all the emptiness inside.finding the bottom6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(But that's okay, because no one else can either.)
You try to drown out your emotions with music. You put on your headphones and try to forget about everything. It never works, so you give up and sing to someone else's song.
(but the words are all wrong)
You buy all the dead roses and place them into a broken vase, so you can feel more at home.
(You're tired of feeling like the only rotting and broken thing.)
You're the one whos love letters are folded and placed under an uneven table leg to keep him steady with his numbers.
(But the only thing you ever notice are his beautiful pale eyes.)
You hate all the romance movies. You prefer ones like Saw. You were never scared of the violence and gore.
(The reason why is because you secretly find them easier to believe.)
You've stated a million times you
But you PROMISED.You always carried yourself in a ghostly manner, and your eyes consisted of sickly opal and broken glass. We lay in the grass watching moons kill each other, stars singing along to the serial killer's lullaby. It was the middle of summer, but your eyes seemed freezing. You placed you cold body over mine, and whispered: You are my drug, and I'm too addicted to let go.But you PROMISED.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(Though it seemed I was more like a dietary product.)
For my birthday, you made a little plush heart, shredded it into a million lovely little pieces, stitched it back together using your lousy crafting skills, and put a "do not disturb" sign on it. You placed it into a glass jar, and softly murmured: You'll be fine, I'll be with you. You promised, you PROMISED.
(The next day, the jar was shattered beneath you feet. Somehow, the heart wasn't there anymore, and I felt something inside trying to break my ribs.)
You've always hated flying. You'd rip off everyone's wings, always. I wondered where m
Devil's hopyardMaybe you were right,Devil's hopyard5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe the world really is
and fireworks the color of your eyes.
But for now,
all I can see are your
bloodied stop signs,
lies sipping through their fingers,
and all the darkness
you could possibly swallow.
I want you to know that
I'm not hiding from the light,
I just want you to know
I'm looking for it,
I want you to know i haven't found it yet.
Invisible LoverInvisible LoverInvisible Lover6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Ryan Ashley
My true love, whom I cannot see,
Lives in my senses, and is always with me
I smell her scent in the flowers and grass
I taste her when I eat something sweet
I feel her touch in the warm summer wind; a passionate heat
I feel her longing on the cold East breeze
Her face is the rising sun
I hear her cries in the voice of birds; her words, the wind in the trees
I hear her in my favorite songs; the chords and notes, her embrace
The drums are the beat of our hearts, which in our closeness race
But when the world is asleep, with not a sound around
My love leaves me. Nowhere to be found
Loneliness grips me, for by realitys cruel decree
I cannot see my love and she cant see me.
Secrets in the DarknessWe are secrets in the darkness-Secrets in the Darkness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
delicate, long-handled drops of sin and pleasure
in the night.
We are children of the sun-
who reject our distant mother's rays for the solace of the moon,
our bodies twirling and dancing together beneath the silvery light.
We are kin to the naiad, and the fairy, and the satyr-
wild, and untamed, and untouchable.
Our feet beat out the rhythm of our feral hearts in the blue grass
as we sing our hymns to the gods of blood and wine in the night.
We are fire, and water, and silverdust-
dangerous, powerful, and ephemeral.
We dance our dance beneath the white moon without regard
for the safeties or restraints of society.
We are young forever in the darkness.
And as you stockpile your midnight oil, we will light ours aflame
and burn forever in the fleeting ecstasy of life,
until we go out- all at once-
as we succumb, once again, to the darkness.
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.harmonieux6 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 anymore and it was trying to break me.
With every pixel, your skin was closer and closer to crashing mine.
degrees celcius is the temperature at which water freezes. I didn't, because I didn't want to be cold forever.
December Waters poemDecember Waters poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cutting through a thickening fog
a dreary day of yesteryear
I squelched across the shallow bog
in hopes for guidelights to appear
A light I saw, not from a lantern
Ghostly shadows played across
the smokey whispers floating like phantoms
from under the mulshy water's moss
And from the under, sleething forward,
a nebulous shape with empty eyes
Cold fish fingers pulling my breath toward
itself, turning me to stone inside
something's rising, something's sinking
pale darkness, neverblinking
The Wilted RoseA miniscule rose petal lay precariously on the floor;The Wilted Rose6 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
That I shall behold.
In The Wake Of A NightmareClose your eyes and embrace the blackIn The Wake Of A Nightmare6 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
suffocatingI imagined bleaching chicken bonessuffocating6 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 -
I'm so sorry.
My Iron MaidenAside the shore of infinite darkness,My Iron Maiden6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my cold stone cage of solitude,
I shall wait.
Against the crashing waves of doubt
And the howling winds of scrutiny,
I will endure.
Within the chaos of passing time
And constant barragement of false ideals,
I must abstain.
Through the raging storms of disbelief
And the unforgiving sands of an hourglass,
I am destined to withstand.
Beside the ever-growing odds of negativity
And the incessant question of integrity,
I will wait for you.
The apple.An apple is a little girlThe apple.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with flaxen braids and freckled cheeks.
She plays hopscotch
(one, two, three)
in the cul-de-sac
and reads under her blankets with a flashlight
long after her bedtime.
She grows into the girl next door,
She takes ballet
(four, five, six)
in the gym
and always turns in her homework on time,
FireworksThe glass broke and scattered on the pavement in cubelets.Fireworks6 years ago in Free Verse
The City: there were bricks in her eyes,
slanted walls and cobblestones.
The dulled water played on the skin,
cutting their way to eye-lashes.
I saw her burning, the billows of smoke
like gray sails spread over the city.
The church shuddered, granite steaming.
I saw the canals taken out of context,
filled with men, splashing.
The city breathed ash, like pale streamers
against dark skies.
The wind changed;
it snowed timbers and libraries in small feathers.
The City: Tonight, the sky blazed in explosions,
flares of gold, streamers of red falling to the ships
and lips, pluckered in an oh.
DamnedSmoke wanders into my lungsDamned7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Slick black tongue swallowed
Bitter salt with pain
Harder to breathe
Hands feel the cold, dry touch
Sight darkens and blurs
Body numbs from the silhouette
Haunting stains on my thoughts
Have I kissed
The monster in the closet?
Trying to Feel Her HeartI held an arm over my bellyTrying to Feel Her Heart6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to feel her tiny heart
and sense that life that has become
wanting to cradle my baby girl
and sing her sweet lilting lullabies
The crib sat silently, waiting
already lined with blankets, sheets
and a colorful fish mobile.
We talked to each other, sometimes
since we shared the same wanting
He spread his fingers on my
in the morning before the sun
When the rain still pattered on the
rooftop at dawn
he held us,
me and our little girl;
kept us warm until day broke
The lights were too bright
and the room too cold
and I was screaming-
and then crying.
Crying for her closed eyes
and blue face.
I held an arm over my
trying to feel her heart
wanted to cradle my baby
Dear, AliceDear AliceDear, Alice9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What have you done?
You looked at your mother and pulled out a gun.
So tell me Alice dear what do you plan to do?
When your mother comes to?
She won't be pleased
Thats what I'll say
So run dear Alice
Back in you go
Back thru the mirror, to the land you know.
Back to the land of a dreamers home.
What have you done?
You looked at your reflection and pulled out a gun.
Now you no longer breath.
Now you no longer wake.
Now you sleep, for you shall never awake.
DreamerHe's a dreamer...Dreamer8 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?
Love.HorrorAs you stand before meLove.Horror6 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 abhor.
Oh, how long Ive waited for this moment,
The one where youd be mine,
It seems like an eternity-
Ive lost track of time.
My love turns to anger
In the blink of an eye,
I see your head slowly turn
From side to side.
Rejection tastes bitter
On a tongue the longs for sweet,
I feel like my heads spinning,
Ill never be complete.
SB2: Hell Freezes OverOnce a poet created a marvelous poemSB2: Hell Freezes Over3 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 it was clever and funny.
But fortune is fickle, and commerce is cruel
And the poet had to raise the tuition for school
And support his addiction to opium-coke
The sad fact of it was he was totally broke
So he fell on hard times, and he needed some cash
And thus he decided to do something rash
He sat down at his desk and he picked up his pen
And he began writin
HydeThe most basic of our instinctsHyde6 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