This Empty Page.For here still lies this empty pageThis Empty Page.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No strokes of love nor scrawls of rage
Of yellowed white in candlelight
It speaks of naught but dust and age.
Fingerprints do smudge its face
Of tender touch when I would trace
Crisp cut edges long since frayed
While words of love within me stayed.
For now my eyes reflect its fate
Love bloomed within but spoke too late
And though frail fingers grip my quill
This ghostly page is empty still.
Whispered feelings lost to night
As phantom thoughts waltz out of sight
Failed; my heart in it's crimson cage
For here still lies this empty page...
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Death of a Love.She hadn't moved from her window in over a day.Death of a Love.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Watching for the impossible was something that she was content to do. It injected her with the faint hope that she might witness some of those precious memories once again. Maybe his decrepit old Clio, chugging along and spluttering to a grumbling stop right outside her house, or maybe the bicycle that he sometimes opted for instead, signalling his arrival with the ringing of a bell. It economised on both petrol and his nerves, he had always told her with a smile.
His smiles were gems. She had always watched in rapt fascination when his lips pulled back and curled upwards, his left cheek dimpling slightly when it lifted more than the other. His teeth were slightly crooked, the front two pushed back a little further than his incisors, always immaculately clean.
She shook her head, dragging her eyes from the unchanging scene outside. No point in dwelling on what was past, she tried to tell herself. Nothing can be done. He's gone.
Yet, in a
Walk AwayThe lights are prettyWalk Away6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I have to go now
These beats are turning my head to jelly.
It's cold out here
But that's ok
I'm on my own again.
The streets are dark
The shops are empty
Everybody is with everybody else.
My eyes are stinging
The tears will not stop
The floor's getting closer.
It all looks different from down here
The sound of my name floats in the air
Everything is slowly, fading, black.
StardanceI can see you when theStardance7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the glow of the moonlight.
And I feel you when the wind blows
In the harshness of the cold.
All of my beating heart,
It cries out for you.
And in the wake of the morning,
I will see you with the dawn.
The Sons of Juniper: Only For You, Chapter 16The Sons of Juniper: Only For You, Chapter 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I felt awful. Emma was still crying in her room with Ryan, Lilly was trying to keep calm, Rosaline was with the boys, trying to sort some things out, and Korey was watching me as if I was going to break any second. To be honest, I really didn't know what to do. We'd called the police after we found everything out, but Athena still didn't know.
"Korey!" I said, looking up at my boyfriend. "Do you want to tell Kevin about this?"
"Kalyia, are you ok?" he asked, sitting down beside me. "It's 1 am."
"Oh." I looked up at the clock and was shocked to see that he was right. "Maybe we should call them tomorrow."
WordsThe paper was rippedWords3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quickly and disorderly
From its notebook
Something that should be
Filled with beautiful
Stories to poems
Sparked from a writer's
And growing mind
When the pen sets
Flowing with words
Both old and new
Diverse patterns mixing
To form thoughts
Only to betray
Ideas taught to oneself
Or by others
With weird beliefs
Modern or truly not
Beginning to slip
Into a void of insanity
To bear fresh thoughts
And of future
With no one
Hastily created thoughts
Interview: Maynard James KeenanInterview: Maynard James Keenan4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
300 Seconds with: Maynard James Keenan
By Shane Fenton
©2011 SoundStageReview InterMedia ®
In this interview, I chat with none other than Maynard James Keenan, the voice and conscious of such bands as Tool, A Perfect Circle and Puscifer. We discuss the pitfalls of touring, the music industry, the long awaited Tool album and ofcourse the beauty of wine!
Greetings good Sir, How is The Perfect Circle tour going concurrently?
Serendipitously, though the shows have been tough going I must admit. Musically, Perfect Circle has always been about pushing the envelope, I recollect after the first album and then the tour that followed, musically I might have pushed a little too far because that tour was very mentally exhausting. 10 years later and those songs are even more difficult to master, yeah it's punishing, my throat is completely wasted!
LiliumTo the wilting lilies on my kitchen counter:Lilium1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I am reluctant to throw you out.
You bloomed within a day. Well, some of you. I snipped off your blood orange anthers with the kitchen shears, coating my fingertips with pollen before it could dust the slate and stain my clothes. Hand jobs are always easier to clean up.
I forgot to water you once. I'm sorry.
In the mornings I plucked chlorophyll-starved leaves from the countertop and tossed them in the rubbish bin. Your support system fell one by one, even as you still grew and opened up to the world.
Your petals began to turn limp and brown. I cut away the flowers that were no longer beautiful, but insisted the rest were good enough to keep – until they dropped off in pink clumps, leaving bare stigma behind.
There is not much left of you anymore. I putter over a few unopened bulbs among foreign greenery I can't name: small fading leaves and rubbery green leaves with velvet underbellies.
Still, I am reluctant to throw you out.
John at 3:16Dear Jesus Christ,John at 3:163 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about JohnJohn who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you believe in Jesus?"
"Of course," I said. "Don't you?"
He didn't answer. But it was Communion that day and he ate your body and drank your blood just like everyone else, and I thought he had to believe in you because you were inside of him.
I asked him once, Jesus Christ, I asked him if he believed in you and he said, "I want to. But everyone says I have
GodGod is our creator, our destroyer,giver and taker.God6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was here before the earth began.
He is kind and compassionate.
He is powerful, so powerful that nothing is... impossible for... him.
He is so great and loving that he wants to have very a close relationship with us.
BloodthirstyCome quiet me with your love.Bloodthirsty6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You promised, dear one. Where are you?
I've nothing left of contentment,
And my patience supply is run through.
I'll never face my own weakness,
Nor stand before you without shame,
For I am worth nothing alone;
My identity's found in your name.
I am your impatient warrior,
Not fighting-shy nor afraid.
I stand with my weapons unsheathed,
Unwilling to do as you bade.
You? Your instructions were clear:
Wait in my stillness and peace.
I don't like that method of fighting--
You bid me pray without cease.
Come quiet me in your presence,
In this restraint my spirit abhors.
Your name is my portion; I am
Restless, bloodthirsty and yours.
I Surrender to YouI Surrender to YouI Surrender to You6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh, that's it.
I'm giving up.
I've done it all
But my best wasn't good enough.
I feel like cryin'
So sick of tryin'
And something inside is just dyin'
So I surrender to you
I've done all I could
I surrender to you
I did all I should
I can't carry myself any higher
I need you to rekindle this fire
You're my greatest protector, defender
So to you, oh to you...I surrender.
Well, I've had it.
I'm shutting the door.
I've fought the good fight
Then fought it some more.
The world is so dark and dreary
And I am so incredibly weary
That I'm sure I no longer see clearly
So, I surrender to you
I did try my best
I surrender to you
Though I failed my own test
I can't pick myself up off the floor
I don't even know what to ask for
And I wish my heart wasn't so tender
But to you, oh to you...I surrender.
Okay, that does it!
It seems I can't win!
I've had enough
Of always beginning again
I'm tired of being weak and wary
And being in a place so scary
It's a burden I no longer can carr
Me and youMe and you9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm a poet and you know it
But you don't treat me like one
I'm a dreamer with a streamer
That you threw into the sun
Now I'm crying and you're trying
To be free of what you've done
I'm a writer not a fighter
And I can't go on this way
First you love me then you shove me
And you think I'll be okay
But your blurting left me hurting
And there's nothing you can say
I'm an artist and you're tartest
Of all lemons on my pain
You will sting me but you bring me
Back to where I can be sane
Which you must do so I'll trust you
And let you sting me again
I am thinking as I'm blinking
To get rid of tears from you
And I know what you will show but
I assume what of it's true
I think you care and I do care
So I'll take my chance anew