gone too soonbeauty queen, seventeengone too soon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
now you're lost inside a dream.
but god, did you shine.
outsiders don't understanddad,outsiders don't understand in Free Verse More Like This
i'm sorry that i take
up more space
than you want me to
but i wish you could just
tell me i was okay
twenty-seventhe tide loved me more than you ever did;twenty-seven in Free Verse More Like This
coaxed me in with her siren's song,
the taste of her sweet salt on the back of my tongue.
i've filled my empty lungs with the ocean—
at least she wasn't afraid to fucking touch me.
twenty-two( the skeletons in mytwenty-two in Free Verse More Like This
closet are ours,
and i was hoping we could
get rid of them together. )
pleasethere are no pretty wordsplease in Free Verse More Like This
to describe the way heartache
sits heavy on your chest.
i can't find the right things to say
to make breathing any easier. i
don't know how to get rid of the
ache behind my eyes. i don't know
how to stop thinking about you.
you haven't visited my dreams in a while,
but i promise to stop crying if you come back.
sickdo you kisssick in Free Verse More Like This
with that mouth?
i try not to
kiss anyone, honestly,
are bullets and
trust is a gun
and i don't think
you can look me in the eye
and promise not to kill me.
do you fucking
kiss your mother
with that mouth?
no, i'm trying not to
taint anyone else
with my sins,
from my loose lips
and i can't seem to stop
being something unholy.
moth to flame ‘ achilles wasn't themoth to flame in Free Verse More Like This
only one with a weakness, ‘
and you said, maybe i'm a crook
for stealing the voice from your lungs,
but you are the fool who let me get away with it,
as if i were supposed to know that love was only
ever effervescence disguised as something beautiful,
that i would dissipate into seafoam; penance for my sin.
‘ press your fingers to my heart,
and i'll go down, too. ‘
hey emmai know a girl made of mercury;hey emma in Free Verse More Like This
silvery-white and iridescent,
she is her own liquid constellation.
she knows a broken love
but it does not mean she's broken.
it does not mean she's broken.
she is quicksilver against palms, blink
and she is already through your fingers,
but she makes me vermillion,
she is not broken.
i know a girl who thinks herself as ruined,
but i've seen her gentle hands forge and
her brilliant mind create.
there is nothing ruined about a girl
with a heart too big for her body.
after all, only the beautiful
think they are ruined.
she calls herself a caged bird
but songs should be sung for someone greater.
( if i knew how to love,
i am in a dangerous love affairthe fog wraps me up in her gossamer blanket,i am in a dangerous love affair in Free Verse More Like This
soothes me away from turbulent seas;
she plants whispers, like kisses, down my spine,
beckons me into the haze of her flimsy cobwebs
and i, foolish and love drunk,
Stolen RomanceI find myself at a loss of what to sayStolen Romance in Free Verse More Like This
I find myself wanting
To paint scenes of autumn
On a sidewalk beside a quiet road
Where you and I stand with 3 layers of coats
5 textbooks, and all the newness of instant trust
Between us, and yet
All the orange and brick-colored leaves
Crackle in harmony to the love poem
Written across our eyes.
And I find myself wanting
To flourish my pencil at you in winter
When you sneak up behind me carrying
A cup of hot cocoa and the lingering hope
For a kiss.
And I find myself scrambling
At the edges of my mind for one more
Poem that speaks of love and hope
And no romance,
But I find my vocabulary is limited
For the words elude me
Behind a candle-lit dinner and
A sunset on the beach
With you and and only you
I can write of wings and skies
And prison walls and battering rams
And fields of sunlight and monsters bearing
Pain in their fangs,
But the one thing that keeps me
From becoming a poet is that you
Have stolen every letter of roman
What the Prisoner LovesWill you stay here, with me? Forever? the little girls voice echoed gently against the soaring walls of the old church. Yes. I will be here, forever. My sweet darling, dont ever leave. His rumbling voice spoke caressingly, like firm hands holding one safe from a fatal fall. The girls voice sighed, and the ancient rusty bed groaned miserably as she curled in for the night.What the Prisoner Loves in Fantasy More Like This
One more strike CLANG! The hole was just big enough now. Squeezing through, the girl barely avoided lacerating herself against the barbed poles that made her cage. Her hands were already bloodied and torn by shoving the bars for such a long time. Those bloody hands represented perfectly all those many years imprisoned and tormented by
Fading SmileHer eyes don't demandFading Smile in Free Verse More Like This
Anything--they dance with sun and gold
Pulling me in, and ask with every
Hope--would I dance with her?
Her smile holds no pretense--there is
Only joy spilling forth--hiding naught
But the want for me to lay aside
My pain, and smile with her.
Her face holds every smile, every tear
Ever to caress it, and in her face there
Is innocence in every brushtroke
In every color of the world.
And I see this--crying out
Could I but find her courage
To brush the world aside, and hold
In my smile again--shameless joy.
But her face fades, falling into
The canvas, falling from the world
And my innocence with her, fading
Into the mists, and gone.
Lavender petals...I think I can see it now.Lavender petals... in Free Verse More Like This
Why sometimes silence is the better friend
With a single word,
a thousand eyes turn upon me.
Every mouth is suddenly a gavel;
every person a judge, and I
am chained by my own words.
"Guilty or innocent?" they decide for me.
I am at their mercy, with no voice to say
"I am neither and it's not about guilt at all."
Trapping me beneath a single lens,
they lose the depth of who
I truly am, and the greatness of
who I can be.
Allow me to paint my own
Self-portrait, before I cover my face
With a picture already decided for me.
Not another statistic
Not a victim
Not a shape described by
"5 ways to identify "
AutopsyTake your scalpel to my heart.Autopsy in Free Verse More Like This
Peel away the fictitious layers,
Until you find out the truth
Of how the universe destroyed me.
This is a story.
I was swallowed by a lion as a young child
He told me that freedom wasn't everything
That pain and love are important too.
I felt the earth beneath his paws
And saw the stars through his eyes.
And I loved the earth.
With a flip of your scalpel you pull that layer away
Placing it gently in the tray for future analysis.
This is a story.
I carried the forest gently in my hand
Over an age of destruction
Where all the world was desert and smoke.
So when the dust settled down and
The fire ants were gone, I allowed
A single, precious seed to drop to the earth
And the forest began anew.
You cut deeper still
Determined to find the truth in the shadows behind my heart
This is a story.
I created a universe from spools of thread
Stringing a mobile of stars
I hung it from the fingers of a god.
I kissed his lips in my dream, and fled
To a barren world of saf
Caverned HeartThis is not the kind of coldCaverned Heart in Free Verse More Like This
That invites lovers into each other's arms
In front of warm fireplaces
With soft and innocent snowflakes.
(It is the shuddering wolf's howl,
Vicious and alone--the sound
Freezes your skeleton into stone.)
Sleeping stone cold where I can't
Reach it anymore
With outstretched fingertips
And my pleadings fade into nothing
(Your soul, once soft and free
Now trembles in the cavern
Behind your ribcage, and the heart
Once pulsing with fire froze into an onyx
Brilliant, pure, and still.)
And I forgot to tell you, dearest
Before you settled into your permanent
Summer home--that I
Love the sunlight.
(When I'm in the open, warmth
Surrounds me, in laughter
And open smiles, but your
Gaping jaw swallows it all into
You showed me the stalactites
Of your fingertips, and Jacob's Ladder
Climbing your vertebrae
As lovely formations, frozen and graceful
And laughed away the darkened beasts
That connived in secret corners
(I thought I loved you the
Silver VictoryAnswer to no oneSilver Victory in Free Verse More Like This
Who scoffs at you,
Because you aren't
What they felt like seeing today.
Your paintbrush drips
With blood and tears
And as it flows across the canvas
Beauty follows behind, but dark
And shadowed--in hiding.
Each stroke cries out
For someone, anyone to see
That you are more than just
That dark girl in the corner,
And a haunting, desperate want
Spills from every color
Who you really are.
That is what I see
And I do not sit here
And scoff at you.
No--I am waiting
For the time when the canvas
That shows who you are
In your colors, in your
Finally reveals itself
In the light.
For beautySometimes your fingers are treesFor beauty in Free Verse More Like This
Twisting into the ground, looking for water
And your roots crinkle, exposed in the cold
Autumn sun. Gnarled and lovely, you suck the world
Sometimes wine is as beautiful
As the color of your lips, and you find
Freedom, and meaning in the universe
In the tip of the glass, the color of
The sunflower in the window, reflecting
Off the edge.
Sometimes the world and your mind
Don't coincide, and the collision creates
Off-kilter poetry, in beautiful
Divergent angles, twisting off the refractions
In your eyelids.
Oh Winter SongA cold melodyOh Winter Song in Free Verse More Like This
Singing through broken trees
You are the wind that sleeps
Upon the snow
A dark harmony
Crashing o'er violent waves
You are the froth that sways
On empty shores
A ray of sunlight
Swimming through em'rald seas
You are the lightest breeze
In friendly shade
A sweet sparrow's wing
Floating in heaven's depth
You are the hunter's breath
And anxious eyes
A deep forest tree
Sinking through earth and core
You are the root that bore
Through the stone
A true memory
Living in darkened lies
You are the hope that cries
"Stay with me!"
A Bad-Hair-Day for RomanceI stumbled out of bed this morningA Bad-Hair-Day for Romance in Free Verse More Like This
And collapsed into your arms.
And you dropped me like a hotcake
Apologizing profusely as I stood up
And said, "Everything's all right, don't worry about it."
We met each others eyes every so often
With a grimace and a smile, and once I was tired
Of the pattern so I dead-panned, "Live long and prosper"
And you shook your head and turned away.
I think you smiled where I couldn't see,
But I couldn't tell.
We twined together like that little string of hair
That is always curling in the wrong direction,
Right where I don't want it to be. Our friends said,
"You're so cute together!" but the only thing I felt was
A wrong you in the right place in my hands.
We said the wrong things in the right tone of voice,
Like when you whispered, soft as a butterfly in my ear,
"Can I borrow a pencil please?"
Or like when I yelled, "I THINK I LOVE YOU!"
Where no one was listening.
I remember when we stepped outside to enjoy the sunshine one time,
Life grabbed and pulled us
A Mother's LetterDear Son,A Mother's Letter in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm afraid it's just as bad
as was reported -
that your Uncle Sven has been deported
for unspeakable crimes
with the neighbor's cat.
Also, you should know that
your fiance was found undressed
with your sister's boyfriend, Fred -
no one but the family knows.
I hope this letter finds you well.
Oh, I forgot to tell you
that your father has to sell
his gun collection
to make bail
for Uncle Tim,
whose chasing tail
will be the death of him.
And your sister, Alice,
has grown so thin.
We think it's all that heroin
they laced the Girl Scout cookies with
(it's just an urban myth
that they're a leftist group).
Your Auntie Kate has found a hobby -
collecting body parts in jars
(we hope they are not ours -
your brother has been missing
since last Wednesday.)
They had to have your cousin, Gwendolyn, committed.
She'd been appearing so dimwitted
lately at her job
and there was that messy little incident
involving her and the company president
(something about a prostitution ring in Mexico).
Salome's DanceSalome's Dance in Free Verse More Like This
You have watched me dance
a thousand times
my skirt twirling
like the sleek serpent
lost in your garden.
I watch your eyes
suck the light
from the candles
every time I move,
your fingers keeping time
with the coins
that dress my hips
and I know you are a master
of making dreams
Tonight I dance
just for you
and through half-closed eyes
I watch you push me
against the cushions
where my hair
pleads with your bare chest
and I bear your love
on my wrists and ankles,
each thrust false witness
on my mother's lips.
Oh, you know
this will cost more
than the gold
in your coffers
or all the spices
and your slave girls
will talk for months
only warms your legend
in their eyes.
Your hands have offered
any price for grace
but all I ask
you bring me his head.
SatedLet me stumble and reelSated in Free Verse More Like This
through a long winter's revels,
those cunning gifts of night
that dally in my flesh
and burn my senses
like heavy porcelain gods
ablaze and ravishing the air.
Let me feast on perfumed skin,
arms and legs without a name,
grown lush across the cushions
under a canopy of wanton smoke,
and wash my dissolute hands
in wine made bittersweet
with no hope of redemption.
And I will take my refuge
in the excess of her lips
and this world gone melting
and wasted like a trollop's kiss,
if only to have once pretended
beauty was my willing slave
and one taste left me sated.
DisenchantmentI said your eyesDisenchantment in Free Verse More Like This
were ripe for stealing,
but my fingerprints lied.
They left a strange future behind us -
a discourse that bruised
between my gums.
Don't sleep so loudly.
with sightless hands.
The boy next door
can hear you
behind these bars,
has left its ghost
inside our pockets.
Paradise LostI watched the taste of Shangri-LaParadise Lost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
bring strong men to their knees
and felt the wasting warm grow thick
like sylphs among the trees.
A languid poison, rich and sweet
filled each and every glass
it kissed their lips with want and left
its bruise upon the grass.
It moved like lovers, so wanton soft
in heavy, tangled sighs
and held them willing prisoners
betrayed with whispered lies.
Desire, like a living thing
crept forth to steal their breath;
it stilled the blood within their veins
in shadowed blooms of death.
They slipped into a coil of dreams,
pale visions brushing skin
that plucked the hearts from in their chests
and broke them from within.
And now, deep lost in lethargy,
they wait with stricken sighs,
to know their world has now become
the ruin of paradise...
Southern GothicCome on mother -Southern Gothic in Free Verse More Like This
put down that pitchfork
and leave the buttermilk till morning.
The cows have been fed
and the roosters are roosting
like black boots in a cupboard.
Cherry pie is on the table
and I got my gun,
clean as kittens,
from the closet shelf.
I got the baby's bones
in a bag
and you got your knitting;
so we can sit in these rockers
and pray the radio
will wash away all our sins.
Maybe the kids will come by
and this roof will keep sinking,
closing over our heads
just like a single bullet.
Mark of CainLike brothers everywhereMark of Cain in Free Verse More Like This
he kept the stain close by
perhaps to remind him
revenge is a dish
best not served.
He could not remember
how or when he got it.
Maybe it was that first winter
of the bones -
the cold was so mean
it broke the horses hooves
out on the river
and he'd held his brother
under the thin ice
just to feel his weight
turn the water blue.
Perhaps it was the spring
they both fell in love
She wore too few clothes
and her smile,
slung low in the pocket
below her hips,
always dared them
to try and pull her blouse up
or steal cigarettes
for her to dangle
between her lips.
His mother swore
it was during the summer
all the trees died.
The locusts grew round -
plump pods that burst
when they got caught
in the streets' hot tar.
He'd thrown his brother
off the roof,
wondering if boys who limped
and why his tears
on the way down.
But he remembered
a day in November
the sky so black
it made the blood
in his veins
The droning of leaves
Sail OnSail on,Sail On in Free Verse More Like This
in your pockets
and that turned up smile
below your navel -
Don't you know
God made this day
just for you?
The grass begs for your knees
and the palms of your hands
the vivid green,
and the sky
welcomes you like Calypso
into my waiting arms
Come put those petals
on my face
like only you
know how to do
and make me hum.
We are burning daylight -
on my toes
and right below my beltline
where your sun
and set my spine
No KerouacYou're no KerouacNo Kerouac in Free Verse More Like This
she said -
no open road of verse,
your life's work painted
in a gaudy yellow line,
slapping the asphalt
like a greedy river.
You don't own a Nikon
or black loafers,
or hop a boxcar
to sleep under stars
they make God himself
inhale too much clean.
You have no cool
lurking in the corners,
giving skin and ink
to strange women;
no green rush of neon
or cheap whiskey
pissing in the wind,
to rape the sunrise.
You just have a mouth
angels could fall into,
your tongue and lips
a lean and tangled beast,
words breaking up
in a torrent
like a cacophony
of electric blue...
TortureSometimes I like to torture wordsTorture in Free Verse More Like This
with obscene acts to nouns and verbs.
I tie them up in sentences
and whip them till they make no sense.
I love the screams of prepositions
while pulling them in odd positions;
and conjunctions make a lovely din
when decapitated by my pen.
I bind the wrists of adjectives
just for the pleasure that it gives
and adverbs leave me hot and bothered
once their meaning is uncovered.
Interjections beg for release
with pronouns trembling on their knees.
And once my fiendish work is done,
you'll find that I have just begun
my scheme to try and make you see
it's not perverse - it's poetry.
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven AleisterBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Aleister in Romance More Like This
“Give me just a teeny moment to think here.” Grell placed his hand on his chin as he thought. “I want the next player to have a certain quality.” He walked around the room, stopping at you. “Hmm, yes, I think you'll do perfectly.” After quickly adjusting his glasses he pulled you to the center of the room. “Okay, you can pick now.” Grell gave you a wink as he held out his purse for you.
You placed your hand inside and shuffled around the items. Something very hard and ovular hit the back of your hand. You lifted it up and looked at it. The item was a marbled green color almost like jade, but much lighter. It was also rather heavy. The object reminded you a bit of an egg. “What is this? Some sort of glass Easter egg or something?”
A loud gasp came from the other side of the room. “Heavens no! That's Jadeite!” Aleister walked over to you with large fluid movements. “I thought a woman of your beauty wo
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven PlutoBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Pluto in Romance More Like This
“Come with me deary, It's high past your turn to play.” Grell took your hand and brought you to the center of the room. “Go ahead, don't be shy now.” He pushed the purse towards you. “Go ahead and pick an item for yourself.”
You happily placed your hand inside the bright red purse and began searching for an item. Nothing was really grabbing your attention, there was simply to much for you to identify. Finally you settled on something. It was a bone, nothing special about it, just a regular, slightly chewed on bone. “So, who put what was left of their dinner in here?”
Pluto's ears perked up, a wide open mouthed smile exploded across his face as he ran to you on all fours. He sniffed around where you were standing then sat, waiting for your command.
“Well this will prove interesting.” Grell covered his mouth as he laughed. “Let's get you and Pluto into the close then shall we?” Pluto ran into the closet and
Wait for Me Dante X ReaderWait for Me Dante X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Defeating one tiny demon can't be all that hard. Dante just wants all the fame and glory for himself.” While kicking open the door to the large estate you immediately readied your gun for an attack. Everything seemed calm, not even the dust looked like it had been disturbed. “It figures. This place is so run down, not even demons want to hang out here.” You cockily rested your gun on your shoulder and walked across the room with long confident strides. The ground shook beneath your booted feet. The shock wave was so strong it caused the ornate, glass chandelier above you to fall with an ear shattering crash to the floor below. “That can't be good.” Dante's words were a bit more believable now. The disturbance came from above, making your next move obvious, find stairs. Less sure now, you walked up the stairs with quiet footsteps. After countless empty rooms, you saw the beast responsible for the tremor.
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven BardBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Bard in Romance More Like This
Grell walked over to you, half dancing and grabbed hold of your hand. “I have chosen you as the next player my dear.” He giggled. “Don't you just feel lucky?” You were brought to the middle of the room and offered Grell's purse. “Go ahead and chose.”
You were a little bit nervous, but placed your hand inside. There was one item you easily recognized. Deciding to go with it, you lifted it from the purse. You had chosen a large metal mixing spoon. “Umm, I don't know who's item I got.”
“Hey, that's mine.” Bard jumped from the couch excitedly and took his place next to you, he was smiling ear to ear.
“Normally I'd have something sarcastic to say, but honestly I don't have any opinion about this guy.” Grell shrugged and walked to the closet. “Get in here you two.” The two of you took your place inside the closet. “See you in seven, don't blow anything up Bard.” Grell l
Soul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven SpiritSoul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven Spirit in Romance More Like This
It's your turn to pick an item. Following Lord Death's lead you place your hand inside the large basket and begin to feel around. After a moment of looking you decide on something small, that feels like glass. You lift it from the basket, it's a shot sized bottle of alcohol. "This is a little odd. Who put this in the basket?"
"I did actually." Spirit stood from his seat next to Maka and began walking over to you with a smile on his face.
"Wait, you're going to play this game? What about mama?" Maka looked at the ground with a sad look on her face.
Spirit stopped dead in his tracks, his smile disappearing and looked back at Maka. "I won't play if you don't want me to. Do you not want me to?" His eyes were huge, he was obviously afraid to do anything that might upset his daughter.
"No, no. That's not how the game is played. You can't just go and quit because your little girl doesn't want you to play." Lord Death gave Spirit a shove towards the clos
Cloudy Thoughts. Sebastian X Reader OneshotCloudy Thoughts. Sebastian X Reader Oneshot in Romance More Like This
“You should be watching over Master Ciel, not me.” Your voice was weak and raspy from the endless coughing you'd done over the last few agonizing days. “It's only a little cold, I'll be just fine without you sitting over me like a worried mother hen.” You smiled sweetly. “Now go, I'm sure Ciel needs you for something.”
“I cannot properly serve my Master when a member of my team is ill. You are a vital piece in the mechanism that makes this home function.” Sebastian lifted up a spoonful of soup and slowly moved it towards your mouth. “Now eat so you'll get well. You're greatly needed.”
With the steaming spoonful now pressing against your lips, you opened your mouth and swallowed down the soothing liquid. “I really can feed myself you know. It's my throat that hurts. My arms, hands and fingers work just fine.”
“Stop fighting me about this. I don't enjoy reiterating myself.” He gave you a warning lo
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven FinnyBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Finny in Romance More Like This
"Come up here already my dear. It's far past time that you had your turn." Pointing directly at you, Grell beckoned you to the center of the family room with a crook of his long, slender finger.
"Thank you. I'm coming." Obeying Grell's commands, you walked up front and start feeling around his hand bag for something to claim. Something fuzzy quickly grabbed your attention. You lifted it out of the purse to find you've chosen a little doll made in the likeness of a bird. Before you could ask who the owner was, Finny jumped up from the couch.
"Oh, oh, that's my item." He smiled wide. "I get to go in the closet with her now, right? I promise I'll be careful with her mister Sebastian, please?" Finny held his hands together above his head in a pleading manner, kneeling before Sebastian.
Sebastian rubbed over his eyebrows. "I suppose you can Finnian. Just make sure you control your strength in there. I would hate to have such a lovely young lady broken into p
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven AloisBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Alois in Romance More Like This
You followed Grell's orders, walking up to the center of the room and placing your hand inside the bright red purse. After feeling around for a moment you come upon something easily recognizable. You lift it out of the handbag and look at it. "A toy spider. Whose is this?"
"It's mine of course." Alois scoffed at your question. "You can keep that. I don't want it back. Think of it as a sort of charity." He grinned at you sarcastically. "Why are we still standing out here anyway? I want to get inside the closet, like five minutes ago." He grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you off to the closet. "Okay, let's do this."
Grell followed you two to the closet. "Okay you two, have fun." He smiled wide, revealing his pointy teeth at you both. "Don't do anything I wouldn't now. We don't want to have any problems." He laughed and shut the door.
"Wait, it's dark in here. I don't like the dark." Alois began stumbling around the closet looking for some source of light. "I hate it when i
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven RonaldBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Ronald in Romance More Like This
“I say, all these handsome men are simply becoming too much.” Grell fanned himself. “I may soon have to retire from hosting. Heavens knows what may happen if I don't.” He giggled, while walking in a rather silly fashion up to you. “You ready to play? Follow me my dear.” Grell grasped your hand and took you to the center of the room. Before he'd even lifted the purse up for you to choose an item, the large double doors to the room sung open.
“Sorry I'm late, I had to finish up some things at work.” Ronald smiled wide. “I'm here now though. Oh, and it looks like my partner's all ready to play.” He strutted up to you and took your hand. “Why do you look so surprised? Didn't think I'd show?”
“Ronald, you can't just barge in here and steal the player. You have to go by the rules.” Grell stomped his feet in anger.
“I wasn't here for the rules though, so they don'
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven UndertakerBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Undertaker in Romance More Like This
It was finally your turn to draw from Grell's purse. You walked up to where he was standing, and placed your hand inside. There were items of all shapes and sizes, but there was one that was very easy to recognize. You lifted your selected item from the purse and held it up. "Who put the bone in the purse? Wait, is this, a cookie, or, a crumpet?"
"No, no, my love." The Undertaker walked up to you and snatched the bone from your hand. "It's my biscuit." He bit into it and let out a strange sort of laugh. "They just taste better when they look like this. I have more if you want to try some." He moved behind you and started playing with your hair. "This is quite nice it is. I think I should like to try this color myself."
"Oh no, don't change your hair." Grell wrapped his arms around the undertaker. "You're such a very handsome man, just the way you are. Oh, but I forgot." Grell let go and giggled. "You two should already be in the closet by now. Now come
Loves Power of WillYou seem to be lookingLoves Power of Will in Free Verse More Like This
Like you're less involved
Just like before,
It has to be solved.
Last time I wasn't prepared
And I was hurt,
I felt as if
But this time I'm ready
And I'll never give up,
Because if I do
Life wont be enough.
And this time I know
What you will do,
The most evil thing
That could come from you.
I've been ready for a while
To take on your full spill
Of emotions and thoughts
I'll sit there with a smile.
I'll be loving you
And I'll be hoping to fill,
That hole that you have
Inside of your heart,
And I will give you
Loves power of will.
Heartbeat (Redo)Have you found the bodies; bodies.Heartbeat (Redo) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They're deep underground; so far away.
They will be bloody; so bloody.
You will never sleep sound; Sound
Decrepit and rotting; dying away
The bodies will awake; awake
You have to run away; get away fast!
Or your soul is theirs to take; they will keep it forever.
Die with them; slow and painful.
Thrive with them; with a life that's falling
Be with them; forever.
Forever; is just way too long to handle.
This heart, will continue to beat for the dead.
The Magics MirageOh, I love it when this magicThe Magics Mirage in Free Verse More Like This
Feels so perfect and so right,
And I love it when there's no revealing
What's hidden deep in the night.
I love to let it come on its own
But I stress not being able to see it,
This love, this magic
It's making my mind roam.
But it still lingers out despite my blind site
And I try to grasp it with all of my might,
It slips away and my love has been lost
Again and again
My heart feels this pain with a terrible cost.
The Dove Of LifeA new fire burnsThe Dove Of Life in Free Verse More Like This
A new flame brightens,
My life has a new meaning
So perfect I'm frightened.
The birds fly above the skies
Singing songs of old stories,
Dancing through the air as it flies
Telling me not to forget the glories.
The dove shows me life
And I leave my anger behind,
I run along and begin to stride
Leaving everything bad in the past
And living with peace of mind.
The AffairYou got a tasteThe Affair in Free Verse More Like This
Now you're lusting for more,
You can smell my fear
You're going to cause a horror.
Please go, and stop now
Before I commit a crime so wrong,
I cannot control this heart of mine
It will be lost for a time so long.
I won't look at myself
And I will not speak with you,
You've captured my heart
In your devils cocoon.
You said we were safe when we were actually fucked
Your lies are scattered and your truths are corrupt,
This will not end until one of us quits
And that will never happen,
Until our hearts become sick.
I Sold My Soul For YouWithout you by my sideI Sold My Soul For You in Free Verse More Like This
I was contemplating suicide,
I was torn from all my pride
A man tells me, "Son, that ain't the way."
He says, "Gonna make a deal with you,
You're gonna live another day,
Just sign right here
Everything will be okay."
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
I'd do all and everything for you,
Your love is all I know and ever knew
Therefore I have sold my soul for you.
I was told by this man that it would be worth my while,
He'd return me to my woman
Return me to my smile,
It's all I ask for in this life
Whatever's wrong he told me he'd make right
Just sign right here, child, and every thing's going to be alright.
A Letter To Annoying PeopleI used to think that opposites attractedA Letter To Annoying People in Free Verse More Like This
But since I met you that thought has been distracted,
Why can't we connect minds
So you can see that you're blind?
The Friend With PowersThe friend with powers is the one I loveThe Friend With Powers in Free Verse More Like This
But as I see, we're a pair of doves,
We are friends and nothing more,
I have a heartache that will always be sore.
I cant stand the thought if separation,
But still I find myself with desperation
To fall in love, to be lifted out,
I'm starting to feel the pain of doubt.
I love to hear your voice
But I have to make the choice,
To ask you your hidden feelings
Then struggle to learn their abstract meanings.
You have the power of beauty
And the strength to reach the extra mile,
The mind full of endless creativity
And a wonderful and beautiful smile.
Then when I learn that I'm full of sadness
I will drive myself crazy with the endless madness,
I think about you for hours and hours
You are the one I love,
You are the friend with powers.
As I Cry Mom.She says,As I Cry Mom. in Free Verse More Like This
Please don't leave
Stay next to me,
My son you must be brave
I have to set you free.
Please go live your life
Please remember me,
It's gonna get real hard
Oh son, soon you will see.
As I cry mom
I drift away,
You say that I'll be there
And as you cry son
You drift away,
Afraid that I forgot
The things you used to say.
Why did you do this to me?
I can't stand to be away
My own mom has abandon me
And it breaks my heart as I fade away.
Mom can I please come home
I promise that I'll behave,
Please don't leave me here
Please let me come home,
Oh mom if you let me come home
I promise that I'll behave.
As I cry mom
I drift away,
Afraid that I forgot
The things you used to say.
As you cry son
I drift away,
Oh you say that I'll be home
I drift away,
Away from home.
I miss you mom, I'll see you soon.
Rose.Rose. in Free Verse More Like This
All of a sudden I get these flashbacks
From the first time I ever laid my eyes on you,
I remember the smell in the air,
Not even knowing what would happen soon
I knew you would be one in my life; so rare.
Your hair flowed like a chocolate sea
Looking over and glancing at me,
Smiling and waving
As I blush and hide
You had no idea
You stayed in my mind.
I was too shy
To come at all close to you,
I would try to say hi
But no matter how hard I tried
I would always be
The quiet shy guy.
But one day it happened to me
You came and sat in the very next seat,
That was the day I truly knew
True friends were made
I always knew it was you.
Over time the friendship grew
It was nothing that I ever knew,
I started to feel
As if it weren't real
An imagination that I could possibly feel.
I started to love what would not love me
Looking back that's what I see,
A gift a rose a smile to be
It was hard for me.
I was starting to express my love,
Slowly but surely we began to hug,
I thought you s
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste. in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
How did you get those scars?And I asked her,How did you get those scars? in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
Please,don’t make mePlease, in Free Verse More Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
Her Musethese words are not poetryHer Muse in Free Verse More Like This
swimming liquid fire through ashes
of dead phoenix veins.
no, they are rough and callused
with over use, their own faithless artists
spewing black tar from their lungs
in the hopes to one day breathe again.
nothing moves her.
she would rather scribble her heart out
on physical manifestations of her own reality-
on skin and bones she worships like a temple.
"Write of me," he says, "right here."-
planting sun-stricken kisses
along the hollow of her burning throat.
"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
whiskeyShewhiskey in Free Verse More Like This
in one slow,
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
The Treasures of Glaston 15The Treasures of Glaston 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
xv. Henry the King
WHEN Hugh reached the manor castle where King Henry and his train were said to be lodging, he clattered over the drawbridge and outer parade ground with considerable confidence. He passed through the great gate with some peasant folk who were bringing in supplies, and then proceeded alone to the inner gate, which admitted only noble guests and those, who had direct business with them. The porter who answered his ringing of the heavy metal gong, looked troubled, as well he might, for the sovereign of England was no easy guest for any manor lord to entertain, and before his none too friendly scrutiny, Hugh felt his self-assurance slipping away from him.
"What wouldst thou of the king?" the man asked, barring the boy's entrance with his broad bulk.
"I have a message for him," said Hugh, "which may be of grave importance, and I have also business with Maurice, the king's minstrel, and Sir Walter Mape."
"They be occupied, I have no doubt, all of them, and I know my
The Treasures of Glaston 13The Treasures of Glaston 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
xiii. Royal guests
AFTER Easter the whole universe changed, or so it seemed to Hugh. The dreamy quietness, the sense of the closeness of the world of the spirit that had so pervaded the very air of the monastery, especially through the happenings of Holy Week, vanished suddenly and completely, and material matters became important again. It began when a richly caparisoned horse and messenger came clattering up to the main gate and announced that King Henry, his queen, and his court were even then upon their way to Glaston and would spend two days as guests of the abbot. His Majesty wished at that time to witness and take part in the shrining of the bones of King Arthur and Queen Guenevere, and to discuss many and sundry matters concerning the abbey with Father Robert.
The whole place was at once thrown into a state of preparation and confusion. It was like King Henry to give them so little warning! People who knew his ways said he frequently went to bed giving no hint of an
The Treasures of Glaston 6The Treasures of Glaston 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
vi. Who goes there?
"IT is the same script, the same sort of parchmentit has the same feel to it; there can't be any doubt," said Hugh positively.
He and Dickon were standing in the ancient graveyard outside the Old Church a few days after the exciting discovery of the over-written pages in the kitchen. They had compared:
minutely and carefully the parchments they had brought from the underground vault with those Hugh had in his hand, the line-drawing one which Brother John had given him, and a few others which he had secretly slipped out of the growing pile of pages scraped clean of their over-writing and declared by the monk authentic parts of the torn volume in the Painted Aumbry.
"And you say that if the missing pages of that old book are all recovered they might tell where the Holy Cup is hidden now? The very Cup that Our Lord Himself drank from?faith it is unbelievable!"
Dickon's eyes were round with wonder.
And the stories, Dickon," continued Hugh
The Treasures of Glaston 12The Treasures of Glaston 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
xii. Winter and spring
THE NEXT day Hugh and Dickon met, as by agreement, at the door of St. Joseph's Chapel. "You remember those stairs and that trap door we came up against?" said Dickon. "You know we couldn't get the thing open, but you were quite sure from the chart that the stairs led up to the Old Church."
"Yes, I know. Then I began going over to Beckery by myself. But I never did learn anything from Master Bleheris that would open a trap door or clear up the puzzle."
"Oh, but you did!" Dickon assured him. "Don't you remember how he drew a design on a stone, a cross just like that crystal cross he showed us later, even, and spread at the ends, instead of the usual straight plain Latin cross? He told you not to be stupid, or something like that."
Hugh smiled ruefully. "And I guess I went right on being stupid! That special cross is on lots of the loose pages of the broken bookand in the unbroken part tooand I thought he meant for me just to go on plugging a
The Treasures of Glaston 14The Treasures of Glaston 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
xiv. Stolen treasure
THE NEXT day came the shrining. All the countryside for miles about gathered at the abbey church for the great event. After Prime and High Mass, which the king and queen and all the court attended, a great procession was formed. Acolytes with crosses and novices holding candles and swinging censers came first, then all the officials of the monastic community, the obediendaries as they were called. Behind them in a cloud of fresh incense swung from another group of censer-bearers walked Abbot Robert, King Henry, and Queen Eleanor and six tall and stalwart monks bearing on their shoulders the huge hollowed oak wherein rested the bones of Arthur and Guenevere. Monks and lay brothers followed, marching two by two. Hugh was there, and Dickon somewhat further behind with Brother Guthlac and other lay people belonging to the monastic family.
All around the great Church of St. Mary the procession marched. The rich voices of the choir rang full and true, the met
The Treasures of Glaston 17The Treasures of Glaston 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
xvii. The choice
DAYS passed. The exaltation produced in the monks by the abbot's short talk began to wear off. They were crowded and uncomfortable in the half-finished chapel and bell tower, and a spell of cold wet weather added to their difficulties. The half-demolished kitchen made feeding the eighty or so who had lived in the conventual halls possible, but a real problem, and an epidemic of colds reduced spirits to a very low ebb. Dispositions were edgy, work lagged, and idleness gave ample opportunity for self-pity and complaining. Abbot Robert was tireless in his efforts to set the routine of the Benedictine life going again. The daily offices were said in the crowded little chapel; there were no books to read but the novice master increased the time all the brothers were to spend in conning the music of the services, albeit without accompaniment. Labour in the fields could go on as usual, and Brother Symon went quietly about his work among the poor and sick again. The vill
The Treasures of Glaston 16The Treasures of Glaston 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
xvi. The Great Fire
IN SPITE of his downheartedness Hugh urged on his horse whenever he showed a tendency to slacken his speed. A strange feeling of haste was upon him, though he knew not why, and he was glad when at long last he galloped into the little village, which straggled upon the outskirts of the abbey grounds. It looked quite deserted, as it had upon that other occasion which now returned vividly to his mind, the time when he had come upon Jacques de Raoul fleeing from the hue and cry that was raised hotly after everyone connected with his father's household. He wondered what had happened to Jacques. It was good to know that his sisters were safe in France and his father in the Holy Land. Hugh thought of the king and was surprised to find how completely his feeling of resentment and hatred had vanished. Those short glimpses of the monarch when his remorse had been so apparent, and then his sorrow and hurt pride at the rumoured rebellion of his son, had somehow shown the
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x. In the Marshes of Avalon
HUGH walked slowly back to the abbey buildings lost in thought. The design that the hermit had drawn so crudely was familiar enough to his eyes though not, as far as he knew, as a "clue" to anything. It had been used as decoration and background for many of the capital letters in the ancient Book of the Seynt Graal, both in the volume itself and in the loose pages he had been deciphering. That had been one rather easy way of proving that a questionable sheet belonged to the broken book. Small copies of that special cross were also in the four corners of the sheet with the map on it. He and Dickon had taken it for a mere conventional decoration. Could it have any other significance? And just what did the old minstrel mean by searching, each in his own way? Bleheris might be mad, was indeed unmistakably mad, but sometimes his utterances had not merely obvious meaning, but a hidden meaning as well. It occurred to the boy that his way of seeking for the Ho