Pond Of StillnessPond Of Stillness in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever met the one whose smile melts all that surrounds you and reality flies higher than the breeze on the wings of a hawk, no even higher? If not then I wish you, oh I wish you
such a magical mystical stroke of luck.
Have you ever met the one whose voice can even in a whispered hush, float over your skin, causing sensations of such warmness you sigh in mere anticipation of their touch?
If not then I wish you fate shall grant that start.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a stranger, peering in total rapture as you see yourself reflected back in them, feeling the pull to get closer, closer still?
If not then I wish that shall be for you destiny's will.
Have you ever burned with the very lightest of touches of one's finger merely on the top of your arm and find even in that first encounter the one who your heart has always desired?
If not then I shall pray with rapture's complete' powers of ecstasies soon you shall find that sacred fire.
Have you ever as lips close , then com
"Desire Rises""Desire Rises" in Free Verse More Like This
"Slumber, a sweet repose,
tis but a tool to trick eternity and to try to forget one's woes.
And yet to slumber do both alive and undead both return,
one for the rest required to rise the next day and get on with their lives,
another to rest and rise when their unlife has become less burdensome.
I waited as I slumbered, I hesitated in my awakening, till I heard the sweet call of a voice long time heard, long time gone,
long time returning,
as it wafted through the air of the night, it sang out my name, it called to me, I
I responded, and white silk, sheer - that in which I slumbered was heard to rustle at my frist movements to answer that voice's call.
It was the call of a lover to another,
his name Sirocco, mine Desiree, and that is how he called unto me,
with all of his desires.
So rise I once more to walk this earth,
rise I to walk beside the only one to which I shall ever be bound,
ever be held, ever to be one with in this unlife called eternal night."
Illusion of LifeIllusion of Life in Fantasy More Like This
The quarter moon hung in the sky, bright against the black velvet background of the early night. It was a winter moon, low and large, and had risen early. A figure slender sat almost unnoticed on the concrete wall that lined the entrance to the T Station, as they called the subway in the Northeastern town. A man's black fedora was pulled low over her face, a sharp contrast to the thick shining blonde hair that hung loose beneath, save the small braid in the back woven with dull silver beading. A bomber jacket of black leather with a collar of matching fur topped the long legs garbed in black jeans. Her hands, delicate and petite, were covered in leather gloves trimmed at the cuffs also with fur, both the same color as the jacket. Through eyes of dark gold the figure peered at the passerby's, watching them, listening to them, occasionally canting her head ever so slightly as to allow her a better view of one that peaked her interest, but only for a moment. Then once more the
"The Pen's Master"In the mystic wee hours of the night when mortals sleep in sweetest repose of peace and Mistress Night's Cloak decorates the Heaven's ebony skies with gems of her train as it trails behind in her travel's - it along its seams even glows."The Pen's Master" in Free Verse More Like This
A breeze tip toes through my open window tickling the lace curtains draped round it delivering the message being sent by A Pen's Master - to my ears a caressing awakening flow.
"Awake, awake sweet child" the words came - as gentle as a lullaby - as soothing as the rain - till I finally rose in my bed to view who there stood - in sheer quivering delight my eyes opened wide.
He was tall - hair of spun gold long- his garments of gossamer silks that to the floor ran surely had been ner touched by human hand for they changed color as he approached in long stride.
His cloak was every color of the rainbow - of satin finest made - decorated in real silver, gold and bronze -the implements of his Majestic pride.
Quills, pencils, pens, bottle of inkpot
AndieAndie, I know how it feels to cry,Andie in Free Verse More Like This
To feel the pain well up inside.
Andie, I know what it's like to feel
as though the world has turned against you
Even though you're half the world away,
I promise that I'll see you someday
And even though you're half the world away
I promise that I'm always here for you.
Andie, I know what it's like
to struggle on against the odds,
even though it seems best to give up:
Andie, I pray you just keep trying
Saying GoodnightSo here I am. 2am listening to the saddest songs I can find.Saying Goodnight in Free Verse More Like This
All I can think of is you. Nothing else compares to you.
I have realised you are the one I cannot do without.
So I just sit here, pouring out tears of ink,
trying to find the perfect hook, a catchy line to describe the indescribable.
But nothing is that simple.
How can it be when our instruments are hopes and dreams?
I guess that I can never come close to him
I say love is foolish.
I know you love him
But somehow still think you may care for me again one day
Oh well, time for me to sign off now
I say goodnight to your pictures
and hope beyond hope that one day I'll kiss you goodnight.
I should never have let you go.
OnyxI remember the walks we never had under the stars we never saw and the chances to make memories that I missed. I curse myself more and more each day that you're gone. I think of all the times we talked and all that's left for me to say is that I care about you more than anyone else.Onyx in Free Verse More Like This
I need you more and more each day, I need you here with me. I swear that one day I will see you, and I'll never leave your side.
I can't help keep thinking of the last time that I saw you, of all the things I left unsaid, of all the late night conversations when I should've been begging you to stay instead of flying away in the morning. Spread your wings and come flying back to me.
Maybe Fate has a different plan for us, a future where we can always be together. Until that day I swear you're in my thoughts and prayers…but still…
Lake WindermereWe are sometime tourists,Lake Windermere in Free Verse More Like This
in open topped buses
tie-dyed amongst Mercedes.
smelling of campfire smoke,
our pockets filled with menthol cigarettes,
and skipping stones.
We find ourselves
basking in the glow of laughter
under the dripdrip
of cave music.
Beers and sticky chocolate bars
fill our tattered canvas bags,
alongside leather flip flops,
discarded for bare footed expeditions
and daisy chains.
City LightsAs the city lightsCity Lights in Free Verse More Like This
fade beneath our scarlet wings,
I pluck them from the sky
and add them to the gemstones
adorning my fingers.
They soon lose their lustre,
in a blanket of dark,
as we wing onwards
until these darts of bright
are lost to my tired eyes.
Queen BeeQueen Bee in Free Verse More Like This
People used to say
That I was scary
But I still feel the same
All worthless to me
Getting no where in a fast car
Thorn in my side.
Normality being accustomed to abnormality
And we wonder why we're different
And we wonder what's the same
Everything but you, I've never changed.
Eating dirt, how's it taste?
Meet the ground, ground to face
You "never did anything"
Which is why you've given me your life
Upside-down staring at a wall
Falling deeply, confined to a trance
Psychotic mind unlocked
Well, here's Johnny.
Why the insistent questioning of answers?
What for are they given again
The wall's moving now
And then you fall.
take me awayI closed my eyes andtake me away in Free Verse More Like This
I could see for miles
the years went passing
and dreams flooded into my mind
in a rushing wind I found myself screaming
"take me away"
time and space flew away,
in retrospect I could tell
that though enjoying myself in the moment
to stay would mean to forget myself
the world around me began to bleed in pain
while we all were at each other's throats
we bled our own selves dry before we'd lift our hands to help
giving into our own vices while we jumped in screaming
"take us away"
we'd never been here before
and it should've stayed that way
'cause now we're living for ourselves
we don't care about anyone else
I rolled out of bed and began to shudder
as I opened my eyes
I could barely see my hand
darkness had fallen upon this land
and there was one small light
a beam of hope came from withinI
A SighIn the dark of twilightA Sigh in Free Verse More Like This
As the lights go down
And stars come out
I watch you from here
Your know what I want
To tie and bind and hear
Your voice in passionate fear
In love, ecstacy and to see
You are the truth
I have sought all these years.
Acquiescence"Know no fearAcquiescence in Free Verse More Like This
My darling little one
You shall not know
The sting of tears
And the bitterness which grows
With the passing of human years..."
You can have everything
Nothing remains of what used to be
My eternal flame holds no more secrets
I cannot recall when laughter last graced my lips
Lamentation for the incandescent daylight
I remember from my youth
Sears my consciousness
Take what you want
For I can fight no more."
Child of the DarknessI look at my reflection, what do I see?Child of the Darkness in Free Verse More Like This
A dark painted portrait,
longs to be free.
The scars in my vision
I breathe eternal, eternally chased.
My soul is disfigured,
cold hands, are unclean.
So close to fiction,
too close to be seen.
Scented and painted,
but covered in blood.
Here in this ecstasy,
an all-natural drug.
Perfect pale white skin,
Impurities run deep.
My own body dead now,
for my new soul to keep.
Covet the darkness,
and burn in the light,
Here I shall remain.
Your child of the night.
Mistress Darkthe beautiful woman,Mistress Dark in Free Verse More Like This
under whom so many of us study.
Pleasing is the sensation of self inflicted pain.
No matter the medium;
metal to an arm,
bile breaking a throat,
repetitions of St. Agnes.
Like God she gazes, prideful of that which she has created,
and she says it is good.
We see the twisting grin,
the bust that swells.
Repeat our actions we must
a thousand times.
Until our bodies refuse to flinch,
reveal no pain.
Then we can show her; the mistress to Beelzebub,
we too may master the art of sweet agony.
The Dark Lady will point a chapped finger,
more she will push for
Lady Death gives opiates to the masses;
blinded and willing, in turn the masses
shackle the bodies, naked to the ceiling.
Willing to feel Lady Sting, Lady Scorch.
Longing to die for her,
in both fire and ice.
Revelations would hit her, manifestations.
Lady Masochism will fall silent,
at this precious epiphany,
'there are other masters of her art.'
I DAMAGE II DAMAGE I in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I HATE WHEN YOU SWEAR
I BREAK WHEN YOU CRY
I PLEAD WHEN I PANIC
I CONFESS WHEN I DIE
Our Breaking BellOur Breaking Bell in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We were broken, and we were in love,
And after ends, it wasn't enough,
And we had mouths, but we never spoke,
I told you to care, but you told me to choke,
We took it all, and we never looked back,
For after December, we lost the tact,
Holding our faces, but not one another,
This was our life, this was forever,
You hurt me, and you never begged,
I never looked back, and I never said,
"This is enough, we need to stop,"
Because I felt low, and you were on top,
My hands bled, and your back snapped,
I took the pity, and you stayed damned,
We made the lock, we ignored the sign,
I ruined your life, and you ruined mine,
I lost hope, and you lost intrigue,
Foraying the feelings, forgetting the deed,
Our legs dropped, and our heads fell,
And our ears panged, to our broken bell.
To Go FarTo Go Far in Free Verse More Like This
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman,
All That I AmAll That I AmAll That I Am in Free Verse More Like This
A monster, yet still human
A sinner, yet still a saint
A liar, yet still truthful
A dog, yet still a being
A loser, yet still a winner
A creep, yet still normal
A corps, yet still alive
A waste, yet still of value
A corrupter, yet still clean
A king, yet still a peasant
A beggar, yet still rich
A curse, yet still a blessing
A whore, yet still pure
A ghost, yet still flesh
A criminal, yet still honest
A boaster, yet still humble
A bastard, yet still caring
A nerd, yet still a jock
A wimp, yet still strong
A fool, yet still wise
All these things I am at any given time, at any given day,
I am proud to admit these and yet,
I am sure to deny them all.