Le Ballon NoirNobody knows why its there:
if it was left by a deity,
or a couple, or a father who didnt want
a black balloon at the wedding,
they didnt leave a calling card
when they tied it to the lamp-post
for the climbing boy to find.
Once released the balloon attacks
bobbing off his head and arms
as he clings to the ironwork.
The fall is caused by the distraction
rather than the force itself
and breaks a leg -
he mightve cracked his head too
on the way down.
A man selling hot rice
runs to the aid of the folded boy
and sees the balloon drifting skywards,
Loning over dusty hills
towards the grey tenement
it finds a dog to tease, bouncing
off the windowpane as it yaps in alarm.
This rouses a drunk man,
who bursts onto the balcony lurching outwards he grabs for it
misses, grabs for it, misses, grabs for...
The woman carrying bread
encounters her lifeless husband
and her wails are still audible
as the balloon sails across the main
October Haiku-1-October Haiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on a slimy stone
in cricket whites
fielding at mid-on:
the show dog leaps
with practised grace
into the river
around the window
an early bloom
of Christmas lights
St Mary's Stadium:
a blackbird sings
to empty seats
beneath the trees
a nervous flock
guarding the armchair
two muscular dogs
this windy day
the fish swim
amongst golf balls
over tea and biscuits
my neighbours parrot
gasped with ecstasy
the hot air balloon
in a fish pond
crossing the road
fat cats, fat pigeons,
this stupid world!
The WeddingHow late is the groom?The Wedding8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The congregation muttered and rustled.
Marry me instead! called a joker from the aisles.
The laughter died as she turned,
Searching For A Werewolf - IBy this point there was no going back. This was her breaking point. All she had wanted was a break, but it was already broken. When he said it was all or nothing. No more was she to put up with his constant needs, his strange habits, and his power over her. She would not settle for less, even when it came to love. She realized now he had been a slick one. He was charming, and did everything a gentleman was supposed to do. He sent her flowers for Valentines day, jewelry on her birthday, and a card with every holiday. These were not his faults, only his cover. Really he had been turning her into what he wanted her to be, not who she was. She had even switched religions for this man. Yet, all her love and attention was not enough. His jealousy betrayed him, and she realized the truth. She tried to back away slowly but that only turned to a production. So she ended the show.Searching For A Werewolf - I7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Her heart was broken, but to him she made
only ladies kill themselvessuicide, a girly wordonly ladies kill themselves8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
such a feminine word
with all the insanity
of a woman
a crazed lady leaping
to her death bed
still looking quite good
no, men do not commit suicide
they go kamikaze
as in they are calm and have cause
when they hang the noose
or blow off their face
its with conviction and reason
employing the same logic used
for crosswords and sudoku
yes, suicide is something only a woman would do
MotherMy mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through a window and into someone's loft.Mother8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was the bubbling youth, all the freshness of spring and attractiveness of summer molded into a human being. At least that's how I remember her. It's not how my siblings will. They might treasure memories of dinners and bed-time stories the way I treasure the memory of girl's night out with the daughter in tow.
I always found falling stars sad. Bleeding out all their glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going from something I always imagined to be a warm glow to something harder, more weathered, more enduring.
My mother wears rhinestones in her hair and silk blouses to work. As if they would lend her some of their shine, because she has lost all of hers. She has started receiving guests in a white jumper from eighty-two and orange trainers; the woman that raised me would never have.
YearnI just want to curl upYearn8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In my own ball of fuzz
Protected and safe
From the elements that erode
I just want to run
With my own hardened pads
Feeling the earth between my paws
Being one with this land
I just want to hunt
With my own tooth and fang
Tasting the sweet nectar
Of a long awaited hunger
I just want to howl
With my own strength and power
And feel the release
Of what I feel inside
I just want to curl together
With my brothers and sisters
In a heap of furry limbs
And feel loved all the same
The ideas whirled around
In the darkness of my mind
Until I awoke the very next day
With the yearning to howl
Hunting WerewolvesI feel your fur upon my skinHunting Werewolves8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thing I was afraid of
Now holding me close
The ivory teeth
Lips upon mine
Holding me close
No sense of time.
You were the thing I never wanted to believe in
Yet now I feel as never before
A sense of completion, love
The thing I feared
As you hold me close
I feel your fur upon my skin
Most women want a knight,
One in shining armor
And here I am
Werewolf PleaOh great motherWerewolf Plea8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Night be your brother
Hear my plea
Make a wolf of me!
Grant me paws
Sharp talons and claws
Grant me a pelt
Only the sun can melt
Grant me fangs
Pointed that hang
Grant me eyes
Sharp that cut through lies
Grant me a howl
A powerful growl
Grant me a tail
One that will not fail
Heres where I stand
Over this great land
Wild and free
This is my true destiny
As I Look to the Sky...You are my sun, my moonAs I Look to the Sky...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the endless stars in the sky.
Shining brightly in my days
and illuminating my darkest of nights
I feel you in the air,
the rain falling on my skin.
Hearing you in the thunder's roar
seeing your radiance in the lightening
A part of me I thought was lost,
merely in another has been found.
A search so long and dour
coming to its happy ending.
A soul once divided, now joined.
Distance and time shall bend,
to the power of two minds
limited by nothing
The future bright and warm,
the present shining softly.
Doubt shed like the cold raindrops
as I look to the sky and know you're here
LostBlood tattered chains,Lost8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rusty red hinges.
Grey iron bars,
And a caged wolf.
A blood covered muzzle,
Dull yellow eyes.
A makeshift attempt,
To keep it all inside.
Anger, pain, and frustration too,
What else could he possibly do?
To keeping it inside.
He caused himself to die,
Because of self made lies.
So now his beaten down wolf,
Waits quietly undisturbed,
Until one day soon,
He can be released,
To be freed by his own beast.
DaydreamsPink flowers tinkle,Daydreams9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
As I lay here, eyes open,
Reading clouds of you.
MindMeldI undressed your mindMindMeld8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I helped you shed that little off the shoulder number,
then the stockings, the heels, all the rest...
Your thoughts stood naked before me
Beautiful to look at, they were
they shone like diamonds -
every inkling twinkled
My own thoughts joined with them
our brains together in perfect union
a heady display of affection
we wrapped around each other's lobes
forgetting to come up for air
the room swirled in a million togetherthoughts
then stopped -
breathlessly we looked at each other
knowing we need look no further
for psychic salvation.
I kissed your temple tenderly
as you lay in my arms -
The search was over.
HomeYou always feltHome8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I still
Felt like home
Prey of my HeartWe are not the monsters you imagine us. We are more in touch with the natural world, with the checks and balances of life and death than most mere humans can understand. We are werewolves.Prey of my Heart7 years ago in General More Like This
It was that time again. The time when the moon's call overrides all other senses. The time when the inner beast is set free.
He had been waiting for this moment for six months. Ever since she had moved into town. The perfect prey. Unsuspecting, beautiful, sweet, and untainted. Long, dark brown hair caressed her pale skin accented by the caress of moonlight. Shadows cast down by the trees flickered across her features and made her all the more beautiful, all the more tempting.
He grunted softly, his tail wagging in anticipation of the hunt, the chase, and the kill. She would be his tonight. His near silent pawsteps lightly graced the ground as he approached her. He was hunting alone tonight, and that was how he preferred it. Especially since tonight she was prey.
She hummed a light tune as she
Mocking Moon The full moon.Mocking Moon8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I didn't know whether to be happy, envious, or even indifferent towards it. Shall I be joyful that the beautiful orb hung fully round in the night sky? Jealous of the many fictitious werewolves who grow pelts and run and howl just because they can? Or was it simply best to ignore that confusing circle whose surface shadows cast in such a way that a man's disapproving face looks down on me?
Tonight, I didn't know which to do. It was the day after the full moon, but it looked as though it was full enough. Instead of hanging nice and round, it looks odd, as though it were simply a sticker on the dark-violet backdrop. Unreal. Yet as torturous as ever.
Why?—I asked no one—Why must it mock me?
No one answered. Not the moon, not the flat sky. The window frame, witness to my whole pitiful mental bout stayed silent.
I wanted to give into the urge to shut the window and curtain, but the thought choked my thro
The Werewolf -Redux-The story doesn't quite begin where it began, but rather 23 years already spent on choices, mistakes, love, hate and life itself. The only reason being, is that this particular rock in the stream of this poor soul's life causes a change so dramatic that it simply must be recognized. It must be written. It must be remembered.The Werewolf -Redux-7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Many walls came crashing down for that one unfortunate individual, whose life seemed destined and cursed for as long as he could remember. Things just never seemed to turn out the way he wanted or needed them to; even anything sure-footed. Something always had to go wrong, something was always just a little off.
Yes, many walls came crashing down. Even those that box in reality and belief.
But the story must start somewhere.
Even if it's as blatant as the focus of our illumination, strolling along some arbitrary sidewalk in the middle of his born-and-raised hometown.
Yes, that's where we will begin...
Markus Devlin seemed an ordinary man walking along some ordinary
One, TwoOne, two, buckle my shoeOne, Two5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Check three times to make it true.
Three, four, shut the door
Check the lock just one time more.
Five, six, pick up sticks
Another mess you have to fix.
Seven, eight, lay them straight
Rituals you love but hate.
Nine, ten, do it again
Wolfen SoulI have never wanted to howl,Wolfen Soul8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So badly as I do now.
I can feel the tightening in my chest,
My maw raising toward the sky,
Flattening my ears,
And singing to the moon
To my brothers and sisters,
To my soul that lives out in the forest.
All of it.
I want to drink in the air,
As it swirls around me,
I want to growl, play and bark,
At my pack who live around me.
I just want to be freed,
Of this retched life.
I want to wag my tail
And feel the soil between my paws.
Most of all, I want to howl,
I want to sing my soul for all to hear.
I just want to be free,
To be free in the wild.
Yet I am forced to hold back the feeling.
The tears welling up in my eyes,
Slowly fall down my muzzle.
I dont know if Im happy or sad,
But now I can feel myself calming down.
The feeling has been released for now,
But until it happens again, I will howl for you,
And the life that awaits in the deep green forests,
Of my heart and soul.
*flattens ears and howls*
His Name is PeterHis Name is Peter8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His Name Is Peter
Did I see you fly, brother? Were you scared?
Saw you write a tragedy, not a sin,
So don't feel guilty and keep your fangs bared.
With you I can fly, with you We can win.
Seeing these moments, you have got talent.
Differences behind us, Lovers aside
No matter what, we must stop this Advent.
Remember- we're heroes. nothing to Hide.
I recall your message, what you had said.
I'll pass it on, say it's from a Hero.
World salvation is the path we will tread
Score's gonna read: Us- one, Evil- zero.
"Save the Cheerleader, Save the World." He said.
I'll do that, even though I'll end up dead.
Celestial HowlI howl to the moonCelestial Howl7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When my heart is cold
My ears are limp
With no one to hold
I howl to the sun
When frustration ignites
Just like a white flame
All through the night
I howl to the sky
For someone to hear
When I need a friend
To ease my lonely fear
Bitten: Chapter One: BittenChapter One: BittenBitten: Chapter One: Bitten5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The words, "We shouldn't be doing this." That Eric said before his group of high school student friends entered the dark forest became true when they saw the houses hidden in the trees. It was just going to be a simple walk in the woods to investigate an old shake a friend found. Unfortunately this excursion did not go as well as planned and could change the life of the seventeen-year-old Eric forever.
"Rodney, where is this shack of yours? It's getting late and my moms going to kill me if I'm not back before the new episode of Vampire Diaries." Eric complained as he snapped a stick under his foot. Eric was tall and skinny not much for the outdoors even though he does play football, due to the excessive bugging of his girlfriend to get him to play, but he only sits on the bench. He had on a gray jacket with a red t-shirt underneath and some normal blue jeans. He wore glasses and some regular converse. The boy was nothing specia
Cardboard Boxes of TimeUsed cardboard boxesCardboard Boxes of Time8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wet with morning dew;
Worn out by friction.
Fun was all we knew.
Used cardboard boxes
Marked with affection;
Accompanied with screams.
Teenage has just begun.
New cardboard boxes
Packed to the brim;
Sealed with closure
To memories of him.
New cardboard boxes
Follow me through life;
As I battle inner strife.