Endless NightsOblivion eludes me
as I kneel in
on this vast wasteland
the sand blows
in mine eyes.
Sticks to my lips,
chokes the words
The dust gathers
No water to quench
Each dream peels
off my skin
leaving me raw
the wavering heat
Why deny me my rest?
is not mine.
Pay me my dues.
Escape from these
Give me, grant me
VI love you not becauseV8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are a mystery.
or because you have saved me once or twice.
or because you are a bulletproof idea.
or because you are a murderer.
or because you have the courage to stand
to take action.
I love you because
you are a man.
because you can watch movies and feel caught up.
because you cook eggs on toast.
because you asked me to dance on the eve of a revolution.
because you gave me freedom
And it is the man I love.
The man who laughed
Ideas may be bulletproof
but it is not an idea I love
or will remember.
It is the man I love
and will never forget.
A Crown of Web and Morning DewA Crown of Web and Morning DewA Crown of Web and Morning Dew3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For many years, or so it seems,
I've had the same recurring dream:
It starts in darkness, silence, still,
then suddenly I hear a scream.
It's muffled, so I second guess.
I lift my hem to free my dress
that I may run to find the source
of whom is in such dark distress.
The sound is distant in the night,
and waning moon gives little light.
I wonder if the cry were real
or just the wind instilling fright.
My feet move on without my will.
They lead me down a wooded hill
into a grove of Elm and Yew,
the air grown quiet, stale, and still.
At first I think I dream again,
for this is where my dreams all end,
yet as the mist rolls through the trees
I hear a slowly treading din.
I will myself to wake and rise,
but through the branches, piercing eyes
glow transfixed as I stand alone,
frozen by a shadowy guise.
I tell myself to turn and run,
to flee lest I become undone,
but then the beast steps closer still,
its eyes the light of golden suns.
samain - unseelieDancing in the moonlightsamain - unseelie9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Surrounded by the flames
Drunk of pain and screams
We call to the ancient names.
It's the spread of madness
It's the hunger of the beast
It's the night of passion
It is damnation's endless feast.
We ride the waves of glamour
In the shadows we scream
We feed our dark desires
Between nightmare and lustful dream.
It's the spread of madness
It's the hunger of the beast
It's the night of passion
It is damnation's endless feast.
Devouring innocent hearts
We linger for the sin
Dwellers in the shadow
We let the end begin.
LamentationReached out through the lightLamentation7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to blindfold myself,
though I fear the dark.
Was lead like a child
through the wild streets
hating every moment.
Every breath an agony
of whispered shame
and sordid secrets.
Pain ripped the blind
away from my eyes
but still I couldn't see.
Sunblind and stunned
I grabbed the nearest hand
following the leader.
Memorized the cobbles
that paved my way
fear weighing upon my head.
Sorrow dulled my step
stumbling made my grasp fail
to be left leaderless.
Stood dully before looking up
I'd been left in a maze
of my own mind.
never clearly seeing the path I took
nor finding the escape I need.
a childhood lost too soon
an adulthood impossible to find.
Bitter tears give voice
to my clarion lamentation.
For the Love of the GoddessFor the Love of the GoddessFor the Love of the Goddess7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
the private journal of the Queen's Ravens
She was mine. The ring had chosen me at her birth. At first I believed that once she was old enough we would be promised to each other and be one in body and soul. But Andais had other plans. She concealed the pairing from the Prince, my beloved's father so that he would promise her to another. The ring's power had faded and died by the time she'd come of age, so Andais had her excuse for not using it to find the child's true mate.
Why didn't I speak up? Why didn't I go to the Prince and reveal myself? The Queen had made it clear that it was her wish to keep me from the girl, and if I did anything to go against her wishes I was sure to be signing my own fate; centuries of torture. I would've been willing to do almost anything, endure almost anything if it meant one day I could be with her. But then it became obvious that my beloved was mortal. I could have endured a millenia of torture for her
V for VendettaV for Vendetta9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not your strongest weapon.
Those were your words.
You incited within us
(Ideas are bulletproof)
You once said
that writers use lies
to tell the truth.
Yet you were the only one
who never lied.
You became truth.
(People should not be afraid of their governments....)
You embodied a force
more powerful than one
could ever believe.
You woke us up
When we were asleep in the lull
You found us
When we were lost in darkness.
You were a dance
in the light
of the old jukebox,
You were an orchestra
of words and wisdom.
And when you spoke,
you were a song.
(...governments should be afraid of their people)
You masked yourself;
yet were the only
who did not
mask the truth.
the fifth of november)
tallulah- melancoly contestEramos Como aves a las que se les nego volar. Al menos así me sentía yo. Y al querer volar, me estrelle. Pero tú estabas allí para detener mi caída, no Louis? Siempre estabas para mí, aun cuando no te necesitaba, seguías allí a mi lado. Hice cosas horrorosas, pero aun así seguías allí, para mí. Pero armand se metió entre nosotros, rompiendo nuestra Paztallulah- melancoly contest7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Remember when we used to look
how sun set far away'
And how you said: "this is never over"
I believed your every word
and I guess you did too
But now you're saying:
"hey, let's think this over"
Y quisiste decirme adiós así de simple y llano. No querías estar mas para mi, querías ir con el ángel pelirrojo. Y así nos fue. Madelaine y yo fuimos quemadas, tu enterrado vivo. Recuerdo la risa de santiago claramente en mis oídos, como un redoble de tambor. Y tu, donde estas? Mi ángel guardián, que me siento sola aquí. E
True NatureWhen shadows become you,True Nature9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clothed in cobwebs and night
Will you stay true to your nature?
or reach for the light.
When gray is your color,
neither darkness or white
Will you embrace who you are?
or stretch to what's right.
When no sides are taken,
both equal in might
Will you reject your real face?
or continue to fight.
At last it is chosen,
take destiny to new height
I know what I am.
I am dark, I am night.
Bleed for meSo screamBleed for me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scream for me
Your agony saves
Bleed for me
You life pleases
Die for me
Your death comforts
Breathe for me
Your existance fulfills
7Erotica77 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the feast
of your skin
was like wine
longing for more
the laity's lust.
the lover's gluttony.
the harlot's envy.
the virgin's pride.
the moralist's wrath.
the suitor's sloth.
the cheater's greed.
within one's self,
the innocence of
And deep down
for the end
of this insatiable
for the flesh.
and the hand
your first name.
MemoriesRemember that day?Memories8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I caught you crying?
The day when the sky came crashing down around you?
I heard all about her,
Every last detail.
From the way her blue eyes meant the world to you,
To the way she laughs - softly, perfectly.
And though I fought back my own tears,
I still listened.
From the way you said you were still in love,
To the way she didn't feel the same.
And though I wanted to say the perfect words to make you feel better,
From the way you thought she was the one,
To the way your heart was breaking.
And though I wanted to say she was stupid for not loving you,
I wish I could have told you how I felt,
Maybe things would have been different.
That's how you treat me now
You still don't have a clue
Barely any recognition,
The glitter in your eyes has dissolved,
In tears maybe?
We hardly speak, so I wouldn't know.
You pass by me again,
Not a hint of acknowledgement.
And once again I wonder:
Do you remember that day?
Courtship through a RazorInside the swollen cut was a chest of uncried tears.Courtship through a Razor8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A tomb of repressed feelings for the one endeared.
Multiple lacerations from countless muted heartbeats.
Intensified emotions gushed out from yearning wrists.
Nameless inclination to the one who caused the lesions.
Sanity broke down from such a strong hidden devotion.
Prisoned in a chamber of love inflicted gashes.
Intensive palpitations brought by his greatest wishes.
Rampant blood loss suffered from critical abrasions.
Every drop of red concealed his admiration.
Drawn towards the source of a thousand severed capillaries.
Blurred visions of a dream filled with treasured memories.
Yours was the name that I carved on my psyche.
Youre the only purpose of the love that filled my arteries.
One more deadly cut and this love youll finally know.
Unlocked and unveiled, a love as red as the blood that flows.
RehabI missRehab7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on your lips
with its scent
when we kiss.
The cigarette smoke
that sneaks out
of your nose
to my thirsty lungs.
And the way
you aroused men
with your dance moves
to be with you.
And if alcohol
to do crazy things,
about your majesty
each passing day.
In your vices,
I found my loyalty.
In your mistakes,
I found my dedication.
And as I conclude
that I wrote
while thinking of you,
I came to realize
that just like
I can't QUIT loving you.
A Poet's WishI am a writerA Poet's Wish7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lover of words
of unheard emotions.
I am a poet
And to the heavens
that I may have the power
to reshape my past.
For if I could rewrite my life,
mold it into my liking,
and plan the way things would be
I would have written you
as the first girl
that I have loved
the only lady
that I am in love with
and the last woman
I will love with all my heart.
I am a romantic
are my Renaissance.
A Poem with Two VersionsIn Filipino :A Poem with Two Versions7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Halik ng Takipsilim
Sa paglubog ng araw sa malayong kanluran,
Muli kong haharapin ang hagupit ng kalungkutan.
Panibagong pananabik sa bango ng iyong buhok.
Panibagong talastasan sa mga ipis at mga lamok.
Sa delubyo ng pag-iisa at pagkawalay sa sinisinta,
Alaala'y sinusulat at ang dugo ang siyang tinta.
Ang pulso ang siyang papel at ang labaha ang pluma.
Bawat guhit ng pula, kalungkuta'y nadarama.
Sa apat na sulok ng silid ay ipipinta ang larawan mo.
Aking isasaisip na niyayapos ko ang iyong anino.
Pagka't ako ay alipin ng iyong dalisay na kagandahan.
Ikaw ang aking Langit, anghel, at kaligayahan.
Sa pagsikat ng mga bituin sa gabi ng pangungulila,
Sa basag na salamin matatanaw ang iyong mukha
At sa bawat butil ng dugo sa mga bisig kong lumuluha.
Ngalan mo ay aawitin hanggang gabi ay humupa.
In English :
As the sun lays to
The AwakeningAs my eyes openedThe Awakening7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sea of burning bodies
Charred souls writhing in pain
Twisting in agony from the heat of the flames
They screamed as the blaze crept up to their lips
A sight of pure horror
One by one they died
They fell to the ground
with eyes burning
A great cry for mercy was heard
during the massacre
The ground opened
Demons came out to drag the ones that died
and beheaded each one
as they threw them to the pit
The epitome of violence and carnage
The land became red from the mixture of blood and flames
I closed my eyes
thinking it was a dream
but I was further shocked
realizing that it was no nightmare
And in the middle of the bloodbath was a child
peacefully calm and smiling
he held a man's head
he played with it
and tossed it in the air
Innocence in the midst
of the assault of Hades
The fear that was gripping me
poured out of my soul
in the form of a howl
that silenced Chaos
I trembled as they looked my way
A Little BoyThis is a story about a little boy.A Little Boy8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Like any story it has its fazes.
It has a beginning and an end.
It starts off being happy, and it ends up being sad.
This little boy, he was fun, high spirited, and excited hyperactive little boy.
All of his teachers gave him praise, his peers looked up to him and he was always a good little boy at home.
His mummy and daddy always gave him treats for being good,
And they were very proud of him.
But then mummy died.
Of cancer the doctor had said.
He had sat him down with a lollipop and told him that mummy wouldn't be there anymore.
But it was okay, she was an angel, and daddy would take good care of him.
For a while daddy didn't move.
He just sat there and drank his beers.
Then he would tell me to go for a bath and go to bed.
He didn't even make me any dinner.
For some time I was scared for daddy.
He didn't eat the food I made for him.
He didn't take the baths I ran for him.
He just sat there and drank his beers, carton after carton.
Then he finally s