PandemicHelp me, the girlPandemic in Free Verse More Like This
cries to an uncaring
world around her.
Kill me, the man
screams at the
of his life.
Save me, the boy
sobs in the corner
as his family
tears itself apart.
Love me, the woman
says to every man
she meets, looking
for that one.
the disease slowly
While the hearts,
on the streets,
slowly rot away.
FinalityA heartbeat starts,Finality in Free Verse More Like This
the soul inside stirring.
the mind starts recording,
the body is remembering.
The soul remembers
its last incarnation,
its last mistakes.
The heartbeat's slower,
the soul's awake now.
The mind's working hard,
the body's breaking down.
The mind toils
while the body gains
from the experience.
The heartbeat's stopping,
the soul's dying.
The mind is lost, while
the body starts to decay.
The soul fades, its sins
too great to bear, singing:
"This is how an angel dies."
LonelinessThe bed cushions my fall,Loneliness in Free Verse More Like This
the lights in the ceiling
trying vainly to chase away
the darkness in my heart.
I bury my head in the pillow,
blotting out the sound
of the radio as it drowns
out the voices I hear.
I inhale, the air
The TV flashes silent
images against the wall,
my eyes ignoring the
distraction I need.
I exhale, shivers
racing down my spine
as I try to relax.
What happened to it?
Where did it go?
But I won't cry
I won't try to turn
back the sands of time.
And as I try to move on,
trying to find a
beautiful world, alone,
I will learn to survive.
WhispersHospital rooms,Whispers in Free Verse More Like This
broken hearts and
a clutched hand
tears drip into
the water glass.
Beeps become tones,
Two souls merge,
sobbing as one.
Slender ManThe stories you readSlender Man in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
may seem false,
but please, listen!
I don't have much time.
He's after me,
the Slender Man.
He knows where I am.
He knows what I know.
A blank face like
skin stretched over
a bleached skull,
dark suit the color
of nightmare shadows.
He sees the light,
He knows I'm trying
to share His secret.
The Slender Man has no
mercy, He watches
He knows where I am.
He's coming for me.
He smells light,
He tastes sound,
He is just out of sight,
but by then, he's
He knows. He knows
your secrets, he
touches your fear.
Stormy NightsI like the dark,Stormy Nights in Free Verse More Like This
and swallowing the
shadows of things,
hiding the truth;
I don't get lonely.
I sit on the couch
using my computer,
and fake happiness;
I can't get lonely.
I desire comfort
in camaraderie, or
a girl I love nestled
in my arms, belonging;
I'm never lonely.
Thunder makes me jump,
the sudden boom
scaring me a little,
like the child I am;
I'm always alone.
EmptinessThe words ring hollowEmptiness in Free Verse More Like This
yet they echo loudly,
bouncing around inside
of my empty mind.
Painted different colors,
the swirl of emotion
the flash of inspiration,
orbiting a single idea.
The idea is sacred,
When the words collide
together, the idea cracks,
but how do you stop
when there is no solution?
Make Me ForgetToo many things remind me.Make Me Forget in Free Verse More Like This
Always bringing my mind back
to those times with you,
happy memories laced with
bitterness and sorrow.
Lies I tell myself, singing
to stereo speakers left
The cigarette packs,
the bottles of alcohol,
a blank television screen.
I want to forget,
to clean out the rooms
of forgotten love.
I don't want to remember,
I know I can't forget.
Unsent MessagesAnother unsent message;Unsent Messages in Free Verse More Like This
another written truth
sitting idly in its folder.
The words come freely
when I write the letter,
spilling out before my eyes,
but shaky hands later sit idle
as the message gathers dust.
Indecision slows the mind
like an infinite loop,
unable to take the first step
and move onward through time.
Sometimes they're good to read,
look back on and muse over,
even if they'll never be seen
by the intended receiver.
Months later, the message remains,
still unsent, because the heart
sits paralyzed with cautious fear.
DischargeHe looks at his hands,Discharge in Free Verse More Like This
once so full of purpose
and strength of will.
He looks at his boots,
once so clean with
He looks at his uniform,
once so filled with
heart, soul, energy.
He looks at the clothes
in his hands, old ones,
from days almost beyond
his memory's recollection.
He pulls on his jeans,
his t-shirt, his sneakers;
missing his uniform
and the days he wore it.
Going Under: PrologueThe PrologueGoing Under: Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The wind blew with an eerie chill, and the First Quarter Moon glazed against the darkness of the night sky. There were no visible clouds in sight as the stars made their art brilliantly and flawlessly; tonight was the perfect night for star gazing. However, as beautiful as it was, if one was to put his ear forth into the darkness, one would be able to hear the cries of a soul. Not of a man's, but of a wolf's.
Far beyond the great, burning cities of man, you and some others have now ventured into the dying wilderness. The dying wilderness, where the trees still have something of their original shape. The dying wilderness, the one place where the smog and smoke of civilization have not yet fully penetrated. The dying wilderness, where grass is still growing on its own without the aid of man.
As you all ventured forth, the cries of the one mourning begin to rise even higher. Somew
Going Under: Chapter 7 The Test of FireGoing Under: Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Skia opened his eyes.
Both him and Kardia had traveled most of the night and they figured it would be best to stop and rest. It would also give Ana time to escape . That of course wasn't the case, for they were hot on his trail.
If what Ana had said was in fact true, the wolves that Ana spoke of were to meet in two nights. Although Skia wasn't entirely sure how far "south of here" meant, their best choice was just to follow Ana's trail. Best of all, he wasn't a hard wolf to track.
Skia stood up to his legs and stretched. He looked around himself and found that the trees that surrounded them provided excellent cover as they slept. However, as he looked around more, he soon found that Kardia was missing. As he began search the ground with his
Going Under: Chapter 1DesperateGoing Under: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun burned brightly; it must have been some time in the afternoon. The wolf was still lying in the same spot from the night before. The wolf groaned, would he able to stand up?
Gathering all the strength he had, it was time to test. His gray paws went straight pass his head, easy enough. He exhaled as he brought his paws closer back to his body... It was time to test his back legs. As he tried straightening his right hind leg, it went with ease. He sighed in relief as he placed it back near his stomach. Time for the left hind leg. He took a deep breath and prepared himself. Just as he began moving his leg, he let out a terrible whine that became mixed with his own scream. It was worse than he had thought. There was a terrible wound on his hind leg.
The wolf remained on the grassy floor. With a small whimper, he raised his head to look upon his leg. "Oh, you've done it now, Ski
Going Under: Chapter 8Those in the ShadowsGoing Under: Chapter 8 in Short Stories More Like This
Skia's eyes opened up as he inhaled sharply. His body felt incredibly numb. It was welcoming in a sort of bitter way. But by all means, it was better than the fire that burned him in the White World.
He quickly looked around and found that sky had an orange hue. The sun had nearly fallen while he was in the White World. Taking in his surroundings, he found that they were still at the rocky outcrop. He was facing a wall and was covered by a shadow from the stone walls that surrounded him.
"Skia!" came Kardia's voice from behind, "You're up!"
Skia slowly stood up and with a yelp, he fell to the floor. Then to his own amazement, he found himself laughing.
"Awake, yes." he said in between a groan. "Up, I can't say that's true.
Going Under: Chapter 5AnswersGoing Under: Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Skia opened his eyes: Where was he? Seeing whiteness all around himself, he sighed. He was in the White World again. He then remembered that the White World had overtaken him.
He felt an odd pain in his head which was the first physical pain he felt since arriving here. He took it as a good sign and his spirit was lifted just for a bit. However, as he surveyed the White World, his spirits went down to just what they were before. What kind of cursed place was this? Realizing he was going to get no where laying down, he stood up.
Skia looked around with sadness. He sighed with discontent and began to walk forward as before. When he really thought about it, he wasn't actually to sure of where he was going, but he needed to go somewhere. He needed to find some sort of relief from this evil that seem to be plaguing his current situation. More importantly, he wanted some answers.
Going Under: Chapter 4The White WorldGoing Under: Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was useless trying to call for his mother, each attempt failed.
After he had wept and whined bitterly, Skia had hoped he would have felt better for "letting it all out", but he still felt completely desperate to feel some sense of hope and love. And with those feelings still strong in him, Skia tried by calling the name of the one he loved. Even after it proved useless, he still he went at it again and again. He would repeatedly call for his mother, or even lick the air, but his mother and the cub continued to share their tender moments of love.
Skia's biggest fear was that he was going to die and be forever alone in this White World, with the only "living" thing being the image of his mother and this cub. That very image being an even more haunting reminder of how alone he was. Then again, the thought of him being already dead never left his mind.
Going Under: Chapter 3StrandedGoing Under: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The echo of the waterfall seem to quite down as Skia began to prepare himself. Korax moved closer to Skia as he was repositioning himself. Three days was a lot of time, and Korax was starting to get the notion that all of this was going to take some time to go through. Skia took a breath.
"I suppose before I answer questions of my homeland, I should probably answer questions about myself. What would you really like to know?"
Korax nodded his head. "Yes, doing answers in that order would make more sense. Please, tell me about your colour. That may sound silly, but I can already guess that you are not like most wolves!"
Skia found it in himself to somehow smile slightly. "My colour? To explain that, I will have to explain the ways of my homeland. You see, from where I from, there are two types of wolves: there are the Wolves of the Light and the Wolves o
Going Under: Chapter 2The VisitorGoing Under: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Time seemed to down as Skia waited for his certain doom. He wondered if it would be jaws, claws, or something worse that was going to end his life. In his lifetime, Skia had been bit, but never was he shot by gun or any other type of weapon. He had heard it was rather painful, but then again, what could hurt more than the pain he was in now. Death could, and Skia knew this.
Skia remained on the floor for a couple of more seconds and all sounds stopped once more. Then they picked up again; it was a soft rattle in the grass. Eventually, his fear turned into terrible annoyance; would it just hurry. Was it going to be toying with him all night? Skia needed to know, so he spoke up.
"Is... Anyone back there? Hello?"
He was met with odd silence. Then something answered back.
"Quickly, tell me who you are," commanded a strange
Going Under: Chapter 6Setting OffGoing Under: Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kardia would have jumped on Skia, but she stopped within inches of him. Something was different... He was injured?
"Skia," she said with shock and concern, "what happened?"
"It's not as bad you might think," replied Skia, he then added reassuringly. "you know Defenders; we're meant to take hits. I'll be up in no time."
"Kardia," continued Skia slowly, "I have to assume you got here the same way I did."
Kardia stepped closer to Skia and laid her body behind his. She then rested her head on his back. "If you were approached by one of Skotos' wolves, then yes."
Skia shuddered at his name. Skotos was the wolf that Skia had told Korax of before: The Wolf of Darkness. "Kardia, I'm worried th-"
"Yaly!" shouted Korax's famil
Not Tired AnymoreNot Tired AnymoreNot Tired Anymore in Emotional More Like This
I walked slowly into my room and dropped my bags near the bottom-half of my bed. It was a fun, but tiring day. It was fun mainly because I couldn't stop smiling about God knows what, and some people had noticed and they smiled themselves. And it was tiring because I for some reason had enough energy to run three miles worth on staircases, even though I had just done it the day before. Apparently I had contagious smiles and some weird growing energy.
After I dropped my bags on the floor, I emptied my pockets, and lo and behold, the only thing I took out was my cell phone. No messages, no surprises. Within a second, I threw myself on my bed, and then felt a sudden pain. Stupid remote, it practically had no use since my T.V. stopped working about month ago.
I hesitantly slid off my bed, and placed the remote on my dresser. A fine, clear spot for it next to my picture frames of wolves and family. After doing so, I walked back to my bed
insomniaIn a world infested with the undead, peace is a thing of the past. We're traveling in a pack, nightmares robbing us of any sleep but the madness is divine.insomnia in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
White OutI stareWhite Out in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
up and away
as the snow blankets us
shrouded in a winter white out
YouParched, starvingYou in Free Verse More Like This
for profound waters.
In the early morning
you touch my scars,
you rise above time,
you don't unplug me,
YOU are my sweetest downfall.
UnforgettableFive years of usUnforgettable in Free Verse More Like This
learning each other,
loving each other,
before we took our vows
and began anew.
Twenty hours of travel
was well worth it.
The paradise we found
in that faraway land
took my breath away.
and a cabin in the rain forest
overlooking a black sand beach.
Our pale skin pinked under the Costa Rican Sun,
the burn soothed under a cloudless sky.
We watched glimmering stars,
brighter in the absence of city lights.
by foreign tongues and familiar arms.
An experience with no parallel.
Taking our commitment
and testing it
making it stronger.
I hiked on slippery rocks
to get to that special place,
to stand underneath that waterfall
To laugh with you,
to take in the wonder of the world
in your company.
To smile just because…
I married you.
When one door closes...I’ve heard the sayingWhen one door closes... in Free Verse More Like This
When one door closes, another opens,
I felt the disconnect and the lock clicked shut
It closed for just a moment
Then opened so hard
That it spun me
I went down in a haze of mixed emotions,
Not over my loss but feeling for you,
My wants mangling each other,
Eating each other alive,
Until there was nothing left
When the tears stopped
and you were there, waiting
I ran toward you
Wanting change, wanting freedom
Embracing an uncertain future
Your eyes were like the ocean
A swirling punch bowl of blue and white,
So inviting in their dance
So severe was the pull of your undertow
That I dove right in
Without a life preserver
Through your door I swam
With a tail like a mermaid
Propelling me face first
Into your warm water embrace,
With a smile
Meant just for you
It wasn’t what I wanted
At the time...
It was unexpected,
It was love laid out at my feet
In a trail of hot sand
That burned my toes
Until you carried me
Sanctuary in the DeepI’m barefoot again, toes curling in the soft grass and I wish it were sand beneath my feet. The sun is gone now, the daylight swallowed by the dark. I look to the sky, hoping nature's canvas will bless us tonight.Sanctuary in the Deep in Short Stories More Like This
The stars here shine brighter than I’ve ever seen and sometimes the sky is streaked with ribbons of sea green and violet. It’s the Northern Lights, I think. Whatever it is, it’s truly breathtaking. Colors swirling slow like an acid trip galaxy, I can’t help but stare. It's simply beautiful.
I take slow steps into the yard, it’s warm tonight and I’m feeling tired. I'm always so tired these days. Plopping down in an adirondack chair I give a small wave to Andy and he’s scowling, having spotted the bottle of wine in my hands.
“I’ll share,” I offer even though I know he doesn’t drink, at least not while he’s working.
He sighs and leans back into his chair staring out into the horizon. I’m s
In-BetweenIn-between his sighs I look at the floor.In-Between in Free Verse More Like This
He does too.
It says a lot, don't you think?
We say it's love
but neither of us knows for sure.
In-between our fleeting eye contact
we quietly dwell
on the unspoken tension and insecurities.
We say it's just nerves.
It will pass,
but the silence stretches beyond what's comfortable.
In-between the untruths and unsaid;
our love a swaying complication.
We want it to work but…
Our chemistry heavier than a river rock.
S.O.S.Sometimes I feel heavyS.O.S. in Free Verse More Like This
No, I could never float with all this pressure
Sometimes my shoulders ache
from trying to keep my head above
the constant swell of waves
Sometimes I grit my teeth
when I feel myself careening toward that edge I didn't see
Sometimes I look into that dark hole
and wonder what it would be like-
to let myself sink down deep
and not even try to swim.
Is it dark and quiet,
like a peacefull, dreamless sleep?
But I don’t dwell on that,
because how would I carry you out-
if you needed me to?
How could I embrace such darkness,
and ignore our beautiful Lilli lighthouse?
Sometimes I have to remind myself
that it's okay to drift
close to shore,
that it's okay to dip my toes into the midnight waves
because her light will always guide me home.
Sometimes…I think that maybe I am adrift too…
My arms so tired from the swim,
feeling helpless and lost in the fog,
needing your voice to guide me
and your hands to help me up.
Dark Star RisingMy youth was all about evolution.Dark Star Rising in Free Verse More Like This
Transition a novelty
in a world that never stopped turning.
The sun always rose from the east.
Eternally disappearing into the western horizon
in an unending cycle.
The night was spilled ink.
A nebulous backdrop for luminous stars
and a moon in constant metamorphosis.
Dawn would tip-toe over the horizon
chasing away misty clouds of sleep
and a new day would begin.
Growing up in a world of diversity was never boring.
Life shifted and swayed with the seasons,
revolving and mutating at a sometimes frightening speed.
Knowledge and confidence came with age.
Always reaching beyond boundaries into the shadowy unknown,
with a compass as my guide.
I wanted to sprout horns
and become the devil-
To keep the dark stars rising
and stay inside the night.
I wanted to sprout wings
and hold the sun in place-
To keep the daylight forever
and still the hands of time.
Tu MiradaTU MIRADATu Mirada in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ese misterio de tu mirada
Te quedas viendo y dices nada
Clavas tu ojos en los mios
Y tus palabras mas ansio
Pero en silencio te quedas
Y tus sentimientos te guardas
Tal vez lo que piensas decir
A mi corazon vaya a herir
Prefiero que lo rompas al momento
Que seguir sintiendo este tormento
Y si lo que tus dulces labios callan
De felicidad y amor me llenaran
Que es lo que esperas para empezar
A nuestro cariño y amor disfrutar
Sabor a DespedidaUn beso sabor a despedidaSabor a Despedida in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tenia ese beso que me diste
Sabor que no ha salido de mi boca
Ni con comida ni bebida
Se quita el sabor que dejaste.
Mi boca se quedó impregnada
Nunca pensé que al besarte
Tuviera el resultado de alejarte
Desde esa noche que te besé
En incertidumbre me quedé;
Pero bien me lo advertiste
Que no tratara de entenderte.
Un beso sabor a despedida
Ha cambiado mi vida.
En vez de una esperanza de amor,
Quedó una realidad de dolor.
He probado un beso
Sin sabor al amor
Hace CuantoHace cuanto que besos no te planto?Hace Cuanto in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hace cuanto que caricias no te hago?
Hace cuanto que abrazos no te regalo?
Si le preguntaras a mi cabeza,
unos dias diria con certeza.
Si le preguntas a mi corazon,
una eternidad diria con razon.
Mil IdiomasTe lo digo en españolMil Idiomas in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mi querida Isabel
Acaso no ves,
que yo te amo?
I'll tell you in English
My darling Isabel
Can't you tell,
that I love you?
Je te le dis en francais
Mon cherie Isabelle
Ne vois pas,
que je t'aime?
Quisiera saber otros mil idiomas.
Para decirte de mil formas
Tal vez asi tenga fortuna
Y puedas comprender alguna
IdeandoIDEANDOIdeando in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Todo el dia me la paso ideando
A veces hasta despierto, sigo soñando
Hago tantos planes magistrales
Aunque muy pocos se hagan reales
Como se me ocurren incontables babosadas
Quisiera pensar cosas mas apropiadas
A veces pienso que algo en mi esta mal
Por que aun con tanta actividad cerebral
Hasta ahorita no he podido descifrar
Como hacer que me llegues a amar
Mi Felicidad DebilidadYo se que tu eres mi felicidadMi Felicidad Debilidad in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Pero tambien eres mi debilidad
Por ti hago a un lado mi bienestar
Y a veces actuo sin pensar
Hago trizas mi futuro
Me meto en mas de un apuro
Por un instante a tu lado
Derrumbo lo ya construido
Y me aviento a un abismo
Para mi da lo mismo
Cambio cien años de mendigo
Por unos minutos contigo
Momentos de TristezaEn estos momentos de tristezaMomentos de Tristeza in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Es cuando mas extraño tu belleza
Hoy que mi animo esta por los suelos
Es cuando mas quiero tus consuelos
En mis instantes de desesperacion
Quiero retenerte en mi imaginacion
Tu tienes el alivio a mi dolor
Solo dame un poco de tu amor
Tus DefectosTodo el mundo me señala tus defectosTus Defectos in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dicen tambien que no me convienes
Pero tu me encantas con lo que tienes
Juntos hariamos un amor perfecto
La gente dice que no eres de fiar
Que tu corazon no sabe querer
Pero aun asi yo te quiero tener
No importa con lo que he de lidiar
Aunque digan que eres un gran lio
Yo lo analizare con caricias
Y con besos lo resolveria
Hasta que un dia tu amor sea mio
ContarteCONTARTEContarte in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Todo el dia me espero
Para decirte con esmero
Esos momentos triviales
Mis encuentros animales
Cuando me prestas tus oidos
Describo mis minutos preferidos
Cada una de mis hazañas
Inclusive mis artimañas
No hay mayor placer
Ver tus expresiones recorrer
Al contarte algo de mi vida
Y que te sientas conmovida
CorazonQue asombroso corazonCorazon in Concrete Poetry More Like This
La maquina perfecta
Que aun estando roto
Que diseño tan hermoso
Aunque una o mil veces
Salga todo lastimado
Aun sigue latiendo
Que maltratado te tengo
En adelante intentare cuidarte
Escuchar mas a mi cerebro
Pero tus latidos lo enmudecen
Mis ojos a la distancia
Contemplan el fuego,
Pero tu, corazon mio,
Quieres que lo abraze.
Ohne Trontheim geht es nichtOhne Trontheim geht es nicht in Free Verse More Like This
Als ich mein Leben fort log,
und anstatt zu rennen,
ich zu stolpern begann
nahm die hastige Zeit meine Schande
und ließ mich anhalten.
Als die Zeit mir verflog,
und anstatt zu harren,
ich zu suchen begann
nahm der Tag mir die wesentlichen Dinge
die ich gern gefunden hätte.
Als das Wort vorbei zog,
und anstatt zu trinken,
ich zu prahlen begann
nahm die Warnung mir die tiefsten Träume
und versteckte sie dunkel.
Als ich nach Hause kam,
und anstatt zu denken,
ich zu löschen begann
nahm das Erlebnis mir das Vergangene
und lernte mich damit leben.
© Silk Elle LaBoe
Ohne Trontheim fehlt dir etwas IIOhne Trontheim fehlt dir etwas II in Free Verse More Like This
Solange ich auf Land treffe und den Wind spüre
Solange ich den Regenbogen suche und die Sterne finde
Solange ich in Wellen am Meer bade und den Sand berühre
Solange werde ich dich suchen, bevor die Zeit verschwindet.
Solange ich die Sonne am Himmel hängen sehe
Solange ich durch die Ewigkeit lauf und das Gras fühle
Solange ich die Herrlichkeit empfinde und keine Maske trage
Solange werde ich warten, bis an das Ende meiner Tage.
© Silk Elle LaBoe
Trontheim hat ein GeheimnisTrontheim hat ein Geheimnis in Free Verse More Like This
An welchem Punkt fange ich an zu glauben
das der Wille gewinnen wird
und mein Kämpfergeist
zwischen Gut und Böse entscheidet.
An welcher Schuld fange ich an zu glauben
das der Preis des Lebens bezahlt wird
und der schmale Grat
zwischen Schwarz und Weiß entscheidet.
An welcher Hoffnung fange ich an zu glauben
dass das Herz das Übel bestrafen wird
und das Überleben
zwischen Genie und Wahnsinn entscheidet.
© Silk Elle LaBoe
TrontheimTrontheim in Free Verse More Like This
Es wird Opfer geben.
Opfer meiner Entscheidung,
mit Wunden, die nicht heilen.
Regentropfen fallen vom Himmel.
Ich fühle mich innerlich leer,
suche nach Gründen, um dran zu bleiben.
Niemand sieht das Ringen in mir,
doch das kleine Wunder hat einen Namen:
© Silk Elle LaBoe
Zum Glueck gibt es TrontheimZum Glueck gibt es Trontheim in Free Verse More Like This
Kein sterblicher Mensch kann den Tag überleben
wenn er an den Toren die Zeit heraus fordert,
die unlängst still für ihn steht.
Kein Strahl des Lichtes kann den Weg weisen
wenn die Glocken die Gedanken aus läuten,
ohne den geheimen Harmonien.
Kein Warten kann die Ewigkeit an dauern
wenn es die Wut Tausend Jahre geben wird,
die die Flamme der Magie verbrennt.
© Silk Elle LaBoe
Trontheim ist so gut wie in deinen TraeumenTrontheim ist so gut wie in deinen Traeumen in Free Verse More Like This
Wenn ich nur bleiben könnte, doch die Tage vergehen
wie die Nebelschwaden und mein Weg führt mich an deine Worte heran,
und es scheint mir wie eine Ewigkeit.
Wenn ich nur bleiben könnte, doch die Worte vergehen
wie die Kühle auf deiner Gewandung, doch zeigt sich jener neuer Pfad,
und er wirkt wie die reine Unendlichkeit.
Wenn ich nur bleiben könnte, doch die Gedanken vergehen
wie eine Sicht außer Reichweite, allein werde ich warten.
Die Glut fallender Sterne erklingt und es erinnert an Unzählbarkeit.
© Silk Elle LaBoe
Heart Of Gangrel, Mind Of MalkavianThe voices whisper to me,Heart Of Gangrel, Mind Of Malkavian in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To themselves, to anyone
who cares to listen.
I here them when I toss and turn
they tell me I'm not good
But my heart says I'm free
I feel I am sane but I think insane
My mind is different from my heart
for my heart is that of the wolf
yet my mind is of the madman
To my heart I question
who am I
my mind thinks
what am I
who can I tell any more
I can't tell
if I am sane
or I'm tired
my heart howls
and my mind laughs
I run in circles
my mind runs in zigzags
my heart beats in freedom
What have I become?
Why am I still undead?
I just don't get
this any more
I have the heart
of a wolf
and the mind
of a madman
(c) Damien Blaze
Staring Eyes.Stare into my eyes,Staring Eyes. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
See the hatred and the pain,
Stare into my heart, you'll see.
The love & freedom.
Stare into my soul and you'll see.
The anger, resentment.
The desire to watch the world burn,
See what can and can’t prosper.
Watch yourself fall backwards,
whilst I go forwards.
(c) Damien Blaze 13/12/13
Staying.Trying to focus, with this haze.Staying. in Free Verse More Like This
But it's hard when in a daze.
I've felt so tired.
It's like it's hard-wired.
Can't you see,
What I'm trying to be?
Not wanting to be me.
Cause this is not what I want.
It never meant to be this way.
No day feels like a new day.
It's all the same.
Like a game,
Forever to repeat it.
Stuck on the same level,
Never to beat it.
With no changes to the setting,
I am the burden,
That everyones forgetting.
But how can they forget?
Something they never knew.
What I wanna be,
But I'm stuck in regret.
For the mistakes I made,
And the mistakes in which
I am afraid to make.
I'm always pondering.
What do I need to do right?
Cause I cannot see the light.
It's been stolen from me.
And I cannot see.
No longer there,
But you're always here.
Why you always here?
When you aren't?
Stuck in my heart,
in my mind,
For trying to cut you out.
But I cannot cut that deep.
When I never was even close,
never even close to your surfa
Late Night Depressing Sh*t.The memory and thought of you,Late Night Depressing Sh*t. in Free Verse More Like This
The touch of your hand, your hair in my face,
Your head gently resting on my shoulder,
The look from your eyes,
The smile upon your face.
All these things,
softly burn against me
They may not leave,
But you have left.
All I'm stuck with now,
Is the thoughts and feelings,
The memories and regrets.
All burning upon
And within me.
All I can think of,
Is how I broke you,
And how you broke me.
I'm so sorry.
I know you'll forgive me,
But I'll never forgive myself.
I'll refuse to move on,
Not without my heart.
But it's still locked away,
locked away with you.
Ashes of A Memory.Recurring emotions never thought felt again.Ashes of A Memory. in Emotional More Like This
Has slowly crept back to cause me pain.
With the thought of you with me.
As if this was all that was to be.
Because all the rain I've seen.
Has washed away all that has been.
All I have left is the memory.
A memory of all that is dreary.
It slowly creeps around.
It leaves me on the ground.
The way it creeps back to me.
Is the way you creeped into me.
Into my heart and mind.
Unexpected and unintentional.
But something that was beautiful.
Much like who you were.
But now you're somewhere,
Somewhere better than here.
That much I understand.
No much less, hopefully more.
I was none-the-less alone,
Made to rise from your ashes.
Ashes that didn't raise a phoenix.
Rather it rose a lion.
Bound to the ground,
But more majestic,
Loving and protective.
(c) Damien Blaze 28/12/2013
The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 1 Luciana threw open her big blue eyes in the grip of a cold chill that ran down her back. The cave, where she had found a makeshift shelter for the warm and cloudless night, was silent and dark. The thin sliver of moon high in the sky could enlighten only the entrance of the cavity, unable to penetrate the deep darkness where Luciana was hiding.The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The little girl hugged her knees to her chest, looking suspiciously at the landscape just outside the cave. Everything seemed quiet. Among the trees was rustling a slight breeze was mingling with the singing of some night birds. Luciana, however, was anything but quiet. An uncomfortable feeling of imminent danger had awakened her and was becoming stronger and more intrusive second by second. The little girl held her breath and tried to sharpen her senses to hear any suspicious noises.
Besides the sounds of nature, she couldn't notice any others. But hardly the little girl was wrong. Her insti
Hannibal the ConquerorHannibalHannibal the Conqueror in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Jaws bite to hold the throat
Soon no movement, victor gloats
Chest puffed out, Head raised high
Nose pointed to the sky.
A chilling howl -- warns the near
Better not stay, Conqueror is here.
Paws step forward to continue north,
Legs constantly moving, always forth.
The Death of the Enemy, oh,
Sweet Death of the Enemy
Soon the War will be over -- slowly
~ For Voltage/Hannibal of Wolf-Haven
Where Are You?Where Are You?Where Are You? in Free Verse More Like This
Thomassen @ Wolf-Haven.com
I ask where you are;
You will not say.
How am I supposed to know,
What I must feel toward you?
What must I say to make you happy?
I respect you, I love you.
You're the only one who can make me smile.
Who knows when you're going to come back?
I do not know. I only hope that
I'll be able to find you when time starts again.
I miss you.
Anthony's Ashes...Anthony's AshesAnthony's Ashes... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by Thomashir.deviantart.com
I was once so strong. But now...
I find myself lacking somehow.
Before, a dream could be so vivid, so clear
Now, rules and conventions, I must adhere.
Strength, too, has gone, along with my dreams,
Little I am able to do, it seems.
~For Ender/Anthony/Ash of Wolf-Haven
One Prophet, EzekielEzekielOne Prophet, Ezekiel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by Thomashir.deviantart.com
Ahead, a tunnel spans three miles, four,
Possibly five -- and yet there seems to be
No end to this limitless, lightless bore.
Life, to him, is lagging rather awf'ly
Foot by foot he walks, never-ending path,
Past each catastrophe, every bloodbath,
And the tunnel spans three miles, four,
Possibly five -- and yet there's always more.
Only so much love, so much willpower,
Will ever help the world to pass through its
Immaturity, and help to bring to
life, the inner strength of the sovereignty.
~For -Ezekiel of Wolf-Haven
What You've DoneWhat You've DoneWhat You've Done in Free Verse More Like This
What have you DONE?
You ruined my shoes.
My pretty little shoes.
They were so excellent, these shoes.
They were black.
Solid black. With red stripes
That were bordered with yellowish-gold
Lines. YOU RUINED THEM!
Now I must wear the oh-so-ugly
Pair of shoes. The gray ones.
That are ripped. And worn.
And dirty as a pigsty. Or a chicken coop.
That's filled with chicken poop.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
ScreamingThe screaming is too loud, today and tonight.Screaming in Free Verse More Like This
So I clasp my hands over my ears.
And shut it tight.
My eye’s eyes are shut. I don’t scream anymore.
Dry lips, from no longer screaming.
My mouth will remain shut.
Time no longer turning.
I am here for you little screaming girl.
Don’t open your mouth.
You’ll fall victim to the repetition.
The addiction of the screams.
Once I open my eyes
Fading to white, the world around me blurs.
Refusing to scream, just because of the
Others fall victim to the repetition, the addiction.
Sweet little boy, you screamed for so long.
Surely you must be tired.,
And your voice is so horse.
Just trying to make it by.
Screaming my last scream.
Too loud, my voice breaks.
Into little precious pieces
A writers woeThe reason I started writing, was to create legends that would never end.A writers woe in Free Verse More Like This
When a good story came to it’s end, I was left in sadness.
The people I once called home, had disappeared from my heart.
While they were just a creation of someone else's mind, I felt as if I had lost my friend.
To a horrible horrible end.
Even if they lived happily ever after, even if they moved on.
I was left in this sadness that I could no longer hear their story and no longer join their tale.
Thus I began my own.
I wanted these characters to be my friends, and to exist in my mind.
So that whenever I felt alone I could call upon them.
I could have someone beside me.
Someone who would never die.
Even if their story no longer took the form of words.
They would still be in my mind, still be living along side me.
So I would never have to say goodbye.
Lullaby dreamsWhen your eyes shut, the world around you is to become full again.Lullaby dreams in Free Verse More Like This
All your human needs are gone, gone, gone.
Thus, you are entranced in a world of wonder.
Creating your own reality, different from others.
This dream is my escape.
These dreams shall not stop, despite the horrors of the world.
If one were to listen to my wonders before they disappeared then they might dream of diffrent things.
So my dear, did you enjoy your slumber? Dream of anything nice?
These dreams I call my beauty, they create my realm of fantasy.
They tell a story, a story of whatever my mind wishes.
With an unconscious decision from me.
For who can really set what they’re going to dream?
Holding onto them, won’t do you any good.
Because once they’re over, letting go is best.
But don’t forget about them, if they made you dream again.
I am aloneMy feelings I threw into a box, too big for me.I am alone in Free Verse More Like This
So I created a mask, made of all the tears I've shed.
I know I know how cliche that sounds.
You asked, you asked “Are you ok?”
But you didn't want an answer.
Instead you wanted to be smiled at, and say in a plastic voice “I’m fine, you?”
Because you wanted to talk about yourself.
The feelings you had were apparently superior to mine.
Apparently I am just here as a blank slot.
To be played and then left because I ‘gave nothing’.
The time limit for you to care lasts a minute, and then you’re off.
“This ‘you’ isn't the person that we want to deal with.”
“Be happy, or we’ll stop being around you.”
“I've always been there for you!”
“Stop being so depressing.”