ReaperGlancing upon crimson skies,Reaper10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a raven he lay in wait.
A fallen angel perched up high,
counting as the final hour drew nigh.
As crimson gave way to a velvet black,
a veil of darkness cloaked the land,
as fields of gold were stained with steel,
with the Devil they sealed the deal.
As the still of night was pierced with screams,
among the cries moved a force unseen,
like a mighty plague he swept the land,
as the face of God turned,
and He lifted His hand.
No army or weapon stood as darkness loomed,
from the start they had sealed their doom,
and in the now crimson fields where his task begun,
no one was left,
his work was done.
As he stood alone in the killing fields,
his grief betrayed by his eyes of stone.
were those who lay around him victims of wrath?
Or testaments of those who gazed upon him,
the face of Death?
What of me?From a seed I did growWhat of me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what fruits have I to show?
Hanging off me are but withered leaves
And dying flowers hanging like empty sheaths.
Where are my thorns that had protected me?
Or my gardeners that had promised to tend me?
My bark is falling
My branches bent
My trunk is hollow
My canopy rent.
What does it matter, what they had said
When at the end of the day, their words are dead?
The pleasant words they spoke, the vows they made
Now exist nowhere but in my head.
They helped some flowers, pulled out a few weeds
But did they really do 'good deeds'?
The garden has perished
Only death remains
Nothing but decay
Is found along the lanes.
Who can save us now?
Can we be saved? And how?
From who can Hope be drawn?
Can we cease being forlorn?
Forget MeIm going to make you breakForget Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If my fate is to lose you anyway
Im going to make you hurt
So that you wont feel anything at all
Im going to make you be my pain
All the awful, miserable things
Im going to make you know the truth
All the love you had for me was a lie
Im going to make you feel
I will be a bitter memory
Im going to make you remember
You know you want to leave
Im going to make you regret
Meeting me was your biggest failure
Im going to make you cry
I wish I could wipe them for you
Im going to make you live
There is a life beyond love
Im going to make you die
Someone will be there to save you
Im going to make you forget
Youll never want to look back
Im going to let you go,
Let you break,
Let you hurt,
Let you feel,
Let you remember,
Let you regret,
Let you cry,
Let you live,
Let you die
So you can forget me
Volcano PoemOf conic design, this giant remainsVolcano Poem7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Pulled up from earth, and reaching for sky
A stone in slumber, although her veins
Pump hot garnet rage; keep her alive
From above all, she watches downward
With one cold eye, in her earth-cast center
Volcano finds herself feeling ignored,
Envious of all the life below her
For immeasurable time, all she has seen
Is the mobility others have been allowed
Yet take for granted, it appears obscene
To she who when stirred sometimes sets free a cloud
The Natives below lark about
Peaceful and keen, they have no knowledge
Of fear, they are happy, have no doubt
That they are secure from all carnage
Suddenly, the island sways on its waves
Rocks dance furiously on the ground
The sky fills with blood, like a vicious rave,
Natives are tossed and thrown abound
Screams claw their way through the thick gray
As heat pours down onto the village
Life melts off, then is carried away
Nothing is spared, all is pillaged
A raw smolder is all that remains
Volcano has had her w
Far From RealityFar From Reality10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sky's never blue
The grass isn't green
Flowers don't bloom
And beauty's unseen
The moon shines in daytime
Pink clouds fly above
No emotion is revealed
No hatred, no love
It may sound bizarre
But it's where I want to be
An imaginary place
Far from reality
Nature's callThe rain seemed unstoppable. Hard pattering on the glass panes would make it difficult for anyone to sleep. Without checking, it was almost guaranteed to flood up to the ankles at the first floor. The cold from the storm crept into the rooms, through the pores of the walls and through the glass of the panes. Each of the household huddled in their woolen blankets and quilts and Gahme, their husky, curled up in her nest of blankets and cushions, sleepily watchful at the glass as lighting sporadically flashed past accompanying its thunderous sister Loud Sound.Nature's call5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sonya couldn't sleep. The storm excited her too much. Yet being the frail little skinny thing that she was, she was frozen to the bone. Purple highlighted itself on the base of her fingernails, and her brain hammered her for need of really hot soup. She was glad everyone else was asleep amidst the thunderstorm. She was alive in the night, especially a night like this one, and zero human activity was as orgasmic as feeling the vibrat
The Lost Souls (part one?)Her breathing was hard and fast, and it seemed to accelerate despite people telling her to do otherwise. Intense pain seared through her body, rendering her so faint and weak she could not even scream. She felt as though she was being ripped apart into halves by wolves.The Lost Souls (part one?)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
And there, in all the commotion, the voice in her head told her it was all worth it.
And there, in all the hustle and bustle, he was with her. Holding her hands. Looking at her worriedly and fearfully. Never has he seen her in such great pain.
But at that point of time, she hated him to the very core. Furious at him for putting her through this pain. If she had an ounce of strength, she would have clawed his concerned eyes out of their sockets.
Logically, she knew it would be worth the pain. And she was waiting to get to that stage of feeling than knowing it.
With a greater, more excruciating pain than she thought she would feel, he came out. Several gasps filled the room. She wondered if she gave birth to a monster. Or
Flowers IIThey were the sweetest couple ever. Their love was of all three - agape, philos and eros. Man and woman were best partners, best friends, best lovers. They could never seem to live without the other half. That's what they were. Two halves of a whole.Flowers II5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even as time passed by - quickly, like how time flew as a honeymoon turned into a 20 year marriage anniversary, and slowly, like how the day would never seem to end before he ended work to go back to his beloved's arms, a great dinner, and a whole night with her - time, it seemed, never was enough.
Many couples have some form of "honeymoon period" when they start to court and date, and this period would slowly cease to exist given a few years, but to this couple, no. Their love still shone brightly as the sun's rays in summer, and at an older age, their romantic gestures would make passers-by think that they had just been shot by cupid's arrows.
When Avaria, immune system frail as a dried twig in a sandstorm, caught on a disease that wreck
A day.Wind ripped muscles across her face as she ran, waves of skin and fur accompanying the initial ripple from her face. Paws hit the ground silently; she must not be heard. Play fighting memories flashed past her mind; refreshing her of training games before a change in prey direction immediately sent her reeling towards the east. She slowed to a prowl; eyes focused on the little antlers as they peered from the long dry grass; moving with her as she slowly sneaked to where the wind blew to her favor.A day.1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was grazing Good; full prey meant slow prey. She inched closer to it; pausing only temporarily when its ears pricked at the slightest sound or when its tail swished the flies away. Her muscles tensed with anticipation of a good meal; her hunger slightly abated while adrenaline of catching the prize coursed through her veins. She was close enough; any time now.
As the deer bent its neck down for another bite of bland grass she leapt. Into the air and down again; it did not have even a
FreedomPetals blew in the wind, freely frolicking and dancing. She grumbled to herself about the lack of freedom and tossed in the long blades of grass. No one could find her here. It was probably the freest she could be, though temporary. She turned again, and stilled for a moment as she willed herself to be less anxious of the world moving past.Freedom1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind was in her ears; but she could still hear the rippling and gurgling of the stream below. She closed her eyes and listened closer. They were singing a song to her; the nymphs in it were happy. That made her happy too. Her heart soared at the orchestration of nature. Chirping from birds caused her to open her eyes again, temporarily blinded by the rays of the sun. Orioles flew around; so golden they seemed like they had came directly from the sun itself.
Her restlessness forced herself up; and she took a tentative step towards the slope. Slowly, step by step, she approached the river. Reeds waved welcome to her; and a headache pressed in her
Shadows and LightShadows and LightShadows and Light10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw between the turn of a page
Two shapes of fire and burning rage
Not fear nor anger bade them to fight
But simply they strove without respite
To each have to world as the brothers saw right
One dragon the day, the other one, night
From the same mother's egg the dragonlings sprung
When stars were new and world was young
One was gold, the other dark
One was the raven, the other the lark
The darkest one brought only sickness and fright,
The blackness of space
The chill of the night
His golden scaled brother brought forth lwith him light
The warm yellow sun
The ocean's great might
He was the glint of the sunlight on snow
The falling spring rain,
The moonlight's soft glow
The dark one yearned for endless black
The song if he void, it beckoned him back
Sweeter then words and the kiss of a love
The dark one watched from the blackness above
And so the dark dragon became suffering and pain
The screams of his Mother fell stony, in vain
The golden one heard and try as he mig
RebirthManiacal laughter filled the room as he watched her stare at her hands in horror. She was kneeling in a pool of blood - not her own. He made her do it, he had to have done it, forced her somehow to totally dissect that innocent young intern. But she didn't know how he did it. Triumph was evident on his face as he slowly stepped towards her, grinning widely with obvious glee.Rebirth4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How does it feel, sweet?" He asked, voice barely controlled from bursting into another bout of laughter. "You monster," she spat, "I don't know how you did this, how you made me kill him, but you're a monster, you're sick, twisted, vile, damned-"
"Perhaps, just insane? I am, after all, in an asylum," He grinned wider. He glanced down at an invisible watch on his wrist and whistled. "I think it's about time where my fellow inmates have possibly... incapacitated or even eaten other guards and interns who would be a problem to us.. Now, would you come with me? You seem pretty happy and in your own doozy world while h
Flowers.Old glassy eyes stared into space, so clear that people would feel like they were swimming in them if they were to ever look into those glass globules. Thin pale chapped lips opened and closed quickly, like he was mumbling something only ghosts could hear.Flowers.5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a great secret, it seemed.
The florist, though familiar with this old man who came every year, shook her head when she thought he wasn't looking, tears glistening and voice choked at the sight of his wrinkled, sallow face, his slender and bony frame that seem to rattle and shake when he walked, like a thin tree traumatized by a passing by thunderstorm. His time was up, she thought, as she passed the multicolored pastel bouquet to the old man.
Lavender. Soft mandarin. Champagne. Yellow. Deep velvet red. Magenta. Peach. Baby blue. Pure white. Arranged in haphazard circles inside gold, silver and purple laced paper. They seemed to cover half of his wiry body and yet, from it, a quivering frail arm stretched out, for more. She
HuntYellow eyes shifted in the dark, illuminating black with dim light. His breath came out in a snort; he was still tired but something woke him up. He got up on all fours; stretching fatigued muscles and sinew. Shortly came groaning; he still felt sore from the previous night of hunting. Warmth emanated from him as smoke came through his nostrils. He saw nothing that might have woken him up. Swiveling his head from side to side and then to his back, he chanced across a wound. From hunting? He must be getting old. Or just tired; his mind told him.Hunt1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
His brain took a while to register the new little change before it came squeaking and hurtling towards him. Oh yes. Little long thing of a son. With brilliant maroon scales glowing from the the fire within, like his daddy. And eyes; not to mention the glowing yellow amber eyes. Junior nipped at one of his larger scales; begging to play. He frowned; he should still be trying to fly right yet he was in the air. And he was proven correct as Junior
Exists Stage Left, Stage Righti've preformed itExists Stage Left, Stage Right7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it always executed in perfection
it's played out flawlessly
yet I can't remove the notion
I was cast a villain
that I judged when I shouldn't have
and overplayed my lines
i can't take it back
TollI feel so emptyToll9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There's nothing left to hide
Just the little girl
That was once held inside.
I've seen too much
My eyes are still scarred
Knowing the reality
Of this life being hard.
Don't know where to go
Or where to turn to
Need something to work
Something to come through.
The rain fall
The grey sky lingers
Missing it's shade of blue
Still waiting for my
Rainbow to shine through.
All hope is gone
You can't trust a soul
Everything around me
Has finally taken its toll.
Stolen the light
That was once within
Filled the space
With this sin.
The rain fall
The grey sky lingers
Missing it's shade of blue
Still waiting for my
Rainbow to shine through.
Will it ever end?
Just want to
See clearly again.
It's worth the pain
To see the rainbow
After all the rain.
I Wanted To Be The Soundits raining as i write as i listen toI Wanted To Be The Sound8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a song and my life is consumed by
perfection whilst i ignore its
faults and the moment weighs
upon my eyes and overtaken i
begin i want to cry but its
my nature to soak up the outer
layer of every small and lonely pain
just as im not tired
I COULD STAY HERE
BECOME SOMEONE DIFFERENT
BECOME SOMEONE BETTER
i want nothing more than to drown
what i am in my love
for the drops of rain down and
through our drain pipes
because i cant remember the last
moment i felt whole all
encompassing grip of night
and cool air doesnt feel as cold
KEEP ME ALIVE
the sound is dwindling
this song imagined every
moment passing through
the day because im prone to
the obsession settling in fingertips
the rain is falling but i do not
pray and i cant step outside my
legs frozen to the air
hitting the ground, soft sound
through the window i breathe in
i could never be as beautiful.
Melting Into My Sighttoday it rained, hard and cold and making puddles everywhereMelting Into My Sight8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the concrete glistened maybe shone with the
wet sparkle of small pools left here
and there-- with ripples sounding
through windows, hiding in the sky
i stood on the cool set of grey
beneath frozen toes in broken shoes
and watched through curtains
of small and shiny bullets
falling from air
my eyes wandered through the scope of staircases
how they differentiate
cracks and bruises of something
supposed to be unbreakable
when i lay underneath and hope
i do not die
before fully realizing the extent
of self-imposed importance through streams of misery
but everything is grey--even
being as it is
and i can hear the sound
of tires arbitrarily sliding
over wet ground
and again i hope i do not die
suspended above them
flying away from scattered phobias
just like wet leaves on the ground
everything reminds me of my mortality
and absent faith
how i dont wish to meet fallibility with unseeing eyes
girls crying, those who think im beautifu
Affectioni ignored itAffection8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
laid outside and talked about
lying to his face, poor boy
right and perfect imitation
held myself at my sides
and feigned my own mutilation
found this perfect situation
dont know how to
fuck it up
but thats talking-yet
letting in my influence
would crawl into me
swirl in circles
keeping any soul
i had at bay
its all blue eyes
and those stuttered glances
i wont hold you
im searching desperately
for some patched net to catch me
as i fall from this
into oblivion id theorized into itself
and i dont understand the titles
staring into the sunset
arent i syrupy sweet, my fake words?
everyones response is short
little hearts above the heads and in lieu of
were creating voices to ignore
that one in the back of my eyes
telling me to speak up
i had named it sob
but im still staring down
and avoiding a feeling i already have instilled at the thought
searching for my teenage lobotomy
its a certain number of
UNTITLEDWhen leaning over the cool metal of a barrier, into dark trees and darker water, things seem dismal.UNTITLED8 years ago in Teen More Like This
In looking down an expanse of disconnection, being stranded, everything seems hopeful.
People standing in their groups while I stood in isolation.
Cool air nipping at my naked heels, up my exposed legs. Shivering slightly in a well-fitting sweater and perfectly worn down skirt.
My face bright yet downtrodden by fatigue.
With warm ears and a cold nose.
Something I never cared to take note of before.
Sounds like being alone, over an ocean, walking out to sea or such.
And singing througn the darkness.
Wandering under street lamps and waiting for a savior that was coming through the night.
Broken vehicles and yawning companions.
But feeling like in one moment, the cold pavement could take anyone anywhere.
And that I needed to pay more attention to the things surrounding.
Everything so beautiful, a great pair of eyes in the sky.
For once wanting to feel the same.
Just Want To Be Seennot wanting a loverJust Want To Be Seen8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just needing the
and recognized for being
look at them
each a week
gone for the years
mounting as theyre passing
seen a face
and there a smile
in backward places
a mothers only
a desperate one
in the back
shiny new tires
and a glistening frame
too original to be real
ending up sore
bruised about the mouth
fighting to the last breath
for no particular reason
just needing to
keep an honor
engrained to tell
he says im
still fond of you
speaking in the most
no one needs
just wanting then
and parted beauty
in a little time
relating to a notion
thats been played over and over
while theyre sleeping
wallowing in having nothing
Could Think Ofgreen showersCould Think Of8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you let go of him
feet to the ground
already fallen to descending night
while i was counting hours
the lights flash forward
sky flowers reaching down
wilting petals to eager eyes
decadence in darkness
sitting in the dirt
surrounded by such small attempts
swinging into tried partnerships
throwing fire to the sky
i dont belong
drawing lines in the sand
with everything illuminated
such trifling words to a page
i laid once in the pavement
my eyes hidden under blanket
and viewed a blossom
amidst the dying beauty
our hearts collided with great sparks
Devil's Inside Yourself BesidepossessedDevil's Inside Yourself Beside8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like flame up the spine
words are crawling
out your ears
not lying anymore
thats an unobserved sin
only seeking punishment
when sitting under the
third and fourth stair
it only works
when im staring
to something i dont
when i say
you are there
but its a being
crawling into my eyes
in the least
im viewing petty touch
when am i cured
what eyes do i find
in the landscape
desert air suffocating
through open windows
i found my name again
but lost its meaning
the voice whispering
my world was an
love a notion
evil in the sparks behind
i found myself
looking on the ground
thrown so softly aside
but ill crawl back
in fluid motions
not a solid anymore
melted by a self prescribed
hades of the mind
in the looks
that i still cant find
a track is telling me
youre not their rock
when things die