THE CROWGlistening feathers,
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seeth
The River Acheron(a movement of blood - destiny)The River Acheron in Free Verse More Like This
It is a place where life ends and love begins..
It is the river where lovers meet
~ A river forged in deepest scarlet.
Lost in the silence of blackened candles,
clad in silhouettes of poison I seek love
In the song of a ravaged dawn I hath drowned
Deep in the flesh of the underworld I bathe in
the nectar of requiem
O' father, caress my untamed wounds with
your dread, lest I wander among angels
Dark'n dreary the river's sorrow, as shadows
spill from mine eyes unto gardens of ebony
where my ache forever sails in portraits
of scarlet & decayed dreams
Under a blood-filled sky, I shall undress you
in the abyss of my dead soul
The wilderness of your lips I will ordain in
temples of melancholy as you lust and wither
Ash and sanguine bespeaks in the mists of
my sable carriage as haste I night's garnish
Surrender thee to eudemon horizons for
thou hath become the audience of
my eternal darkness
Bequeath your soul t
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quiveredHunting Avalon's Moon in Free Verse More Like This
Warm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;
— like a silent song of golden pollen falling in
timeless reverie, seeding forests arcane
The dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,
adorning the hunger of shadows and spirits
Long I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...
where unto the hallowed beckoned wild
I slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,
windswept in feasts of tongue & flame
Dreams and dreamers, in haste I did reap
And I thrusted my sword into the sky
Ever night's bequest, the stars shall not die
Thru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;
— my soul etched into the mists of time
O'er pastel fields, untamed memories seek
In a circle of Kings, I shimmered in ebon robes
Perfumed eyes gathered like nightingales
And I watched upon gossamer tides —
Merlin caught her gaze resting among
the promise of stars and beloved Moon
"Thou art heavenly clad in velvet starlight"
She fled upon his song & wept in quietude,
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"Under a Witches Sky in Free Verse More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
Upon A kiss of Wild ThingsLike the frosts spread across valleys silent and drearyUpon A kiss of Wild Things in Free Verse More Like This
Ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years.. the tides became deserts
Thru seasons untamed, I hunted and found her gaze,
peering in a song deep and hallowed
Horizons quivered like ghosts cast in Winter’s dream
— where hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my dread:
I am but madness, haunted by her solemn breath
My soul shall yield to this mythic abyss —
wandering forests bereft of Autumn’s decree
We are warriors in a ballet of snow darkly falling;
betwixt worlds forgotten, and lives entombed ...
‘Whispers in the mist — two spirits — forever calling
— Arthur Crow © 2013
Oceans of DeliriumIn the mists of quietude,Oceans of Delirium in Free Verse More Like This
I will fold the horizons
to bring you closer to my arms
Whispers of euphoria
begin to stir in oceanic rhythms
caressing the space between our lips
Each day I dream deeper
as I fall further.. into bliss;
into thoughts of you
Every kiss I blow towards you drifts
like a myriad of small ships sailing
each night under starry light towards
your lips, begging to fall deep into your
skin and drown in your body
I lay hypnotized in the tapestry
of satin winds saturated in brushed
silence of empyrean love spells,
dressed only in the light of the moon
Bathed in indigo,
unconscious in her beauty~
feasting in Love's tempest,
unfolding in a nebula of passion
Thru opal-fields I staggered in the ethos
of sunsets as your aura bequeaths my heart
in the mystique of your universe
Helplessly, I walk under your velvet
sky clad in the hunger of
Lucid in delirium
I cast my love into ethereal seas,
adrift in the nectar of your soul
where my ache bellows deep
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla in Free Verse More Like This
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
I Am NosferatuI Am Nosferatu in Free Verse More Like This
And he rose like a dream shrouded in obsidian
“Blood the sky!” – bewailed ravenous eyes ..
‘Upon a world solemn; and the dead betrothed
Where lust a river dark, my ache roams wild
Many moons spent wither’d in winds dreary;
naked in breath of whispered-flame & wine
O’ darkly I hear thee my beloved enchant,
thy seraphic-tongue dripping in Night’s mist
Thou art the evening tide flooding my soul,
— gossamer-wings of a gothic serenade ...
Seek you mine lips in a song of shadows
For in immortal sin we shall not wane
Unto a sea of crimson, my love hath assail’d
From Earth to tomb, I am death & hallowed
— Arthur Crow © 2013
Witching HourEyes entranced in the lustre of eternal nightfall;Witching Hour in Free Verse More Like This
passion of the Witch broods in forests dark'n wanton
Raven hair black as coal, bathes in winds hallowed
Arcane Moon beckons thirst of tongue
Flamed breath her blood song feasts stars & sky
Magick befalls in shadowy mists of spectral rain
Serpents rise like waves of liquid ivy,
as her soul wallows in the rapture of Winter's pain
O'er Earth and stone, ravenous streams bequest
twilight of dreams and sweet flesh
Enchanted in nocturnal fields, I lust evermore
Like velvet wine, the river ebbs and flows,
unto dark magick of her soul, shall be the lore
Arthur Crow © 2012
The Solemn VersesI spend my days awake in the darkness,The Solemn Verses in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where going forward in life is but a guess.
Alone I muse on the memories I regret,
Images that floods me in cruel embarrassment,
But I fear not the experiences I won't forget.
So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.
I spend my nights dead to the nightmare,
Too cold to the rhythmic heartbeats that care.
Alone I ponder on the possessions I bide,
Items that curses me in flawed attainment,
But I hate not the actions I won't hide.
So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.
I spend my time lost in the torment,
If veracity is hard thoughts for which I vent.
Alone I remember on the rage
The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,The Hardest Word in Free Verse More Like This
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.
To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.
To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
If This Be My LastIf this be my last,If This Be My Last in Free Verse More Like This
I'd better scar the sordid skin,
With a blade cut flourishing fast.
I might not know where to begin,
But I'll end this loathsome life of sin.
If this be my last,
I'd better bruise the bloody bone,
With a hammer blow anguishing aghast.
I never believed this could happen,
But now here I stand with a knife sharpened.
If this be my last,
I'd better tear out the traumatic tendons,
With a scythe flash punishing past.
I could suffer so much internal pain,
But I'll always have these umbra urges again.
In A Forest DarkGliding in sable forests I stalk,In A Forest Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Upon cracking sticks and velvet soil,
I sail onwards under my fearless walk.
Never knowing how lost I have become,
Grasping arms entrap me in their horrendous home.
Wandering in dark woods I muse,
Along rushing streams and chaotic moss,
I'll be given a simple choice but I will refuse.
To continue onwards to the lair of death,
Weeping stares will consume my beastly breath.
Stumbling in black trees I trek,
Across waiting stones and fragile twigs,
I journey further until I reach a ghostly wreck.
In an oasis of green flourishing in a placid scene,
Studying acutely it's image of an object obscene.
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,The Poet's Quill in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
The PossessionAt night I lie awake living in my nightmare,The Possession in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With his hideous face with eyes cold and cruel,
Sitting inside the darkness he dares to call my dreams.
He just looks at me with his sinister stare,
And I can define his smirk devouring silent screams.
At night I cry asleep dying in my nightmare,
With his insidious voice with fangs sharp and surreal,
Waiting inside the blackness he bids to stall my breath.
He just smiles at me with his grimacing glare,
And I can touch his desire torturing daylight's death.
At night I die alone haunting in my nightmare,
With his riotous visage with ears bold and brutal,
Listening inside the stillness he stops to maul my soul.
He just laughs at me with his salacious snare,
But I cannot breach his reason breaking risk's rule.
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubbleApocalpyse Child in Free Verse More Like This
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,
But this is no angel that any army can defeat.
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
Cold HandsYou are amiable; inviting.Cold Hands in Free Verse More Like This
Your smile is electric.
Your arms are compelling,
And your hands are always warm.
My hands are always cold.
Your voice is alluring,
And the way you laugh
Can always make me smile.
When you're with me,
I can't bear for you to leave.
Your eyes are so tempting,
But my hands are far too cold.
The words that you whisper
Almost make me feel human.
And they make me feel
Safe for a while,
But the moment you're gone,
All the warmth leaves with you,
For my hands are far too cold.
I am reclusive; damaged.
My body is fragile.
My heart is so calloused,
And my eyes are growing dull.
My hands are always cold.
EmpathyTake deep breaths.Empathy in Free Verse More Like This
Try to relax.
You aren't hurt,
But you can feel
Your protective shell
Closing up around you.
You still sense
Everything around you,
But it's starting to dull,
As you grow more reclusive.
Empathy certainly has
Your heart keeps racing
Like the car that
Turn in front of him,
But everyone is fine.
It will be alright.
You'll get over it.
Please, stop crying.
InvisiblePeople feel sorry for thoseInvisible in Free Verse More Like This
Whose maladies are obvious,
Like broken bones,
Or cancer cells,
But there is a kind of illness
That few people even care about.
When you suffer chronic pain,
Or psychological avalanche,
How could you expect concern?
How dare you?
GoneHow many timesGone in Free Verse More Like This
Did you tell me that
You were sick of this place?
Well, you won't
Have to tell me anymore,
Because you ran away.
At least we know
That you're alive,
Because you didn't leave
Mud Loves the UngracefulWe were walking throughMud Loves the Ungraceful in Free Verse More Like This
The out-of-season soccer fields
Overgrown with weeds,
But there were still patches
Where the naked earth
Rain drizzled down,
Misting our eyelashes and hair.
When we came to the bare spots,
They were growing moist.
Our shoes complained,
So we took them off,
And let the mud
Squish between our toes.
Mud loves the ungraceful,
So it drew me in for a hug.
I knew you would laugh,
So I brought you with me.
You rubbed mud on my cheek,
And I drew mud on your nose.
Then you ran your dirty fingers
Through my soaking hair,
And kissed me.
Colors of the LakeOften, words only needed to be written.Colors of the Lake in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, words are meant to entertain--
Collections of words
That want to be discovered.
But when you start to see them,
You don't see the letters;
You don't read the language anymore.
You fall gracefully,
And you are submerged
By liquid words
As they rush to slip over your eyes.
You breathe in,
And meaning fills you
Like air should.
When the bottom finds you,
It catapults you to the surface.
You cough and really breathe again,
Only to realize,
You never left the ground.
You know you were in the water,
At least in your dream.
And though that memory never leaves you,
The experience will leave you changed.
You see, you find the words have meaning,
Even if they weren't meant to.
Spoken words tend to puddle
From the ones that fall like rain,
But when sitting there too long,
They mostly vanish all away.
But others, written down,
Become a body very deep
That reflect some people looking
With the colors of the lake.
Sea of GreenWe waded through a sea of green,Sea of Green in Free Verse More Like This
Broken up by only pale white, painted lines.
We stared up at the cotton clouds,
With our backs in the grass against the ground,
And wished there were stars in the air.
The sun, low in the skies,
Painted us golden-topaz.
And smiles lit up our eyes
As we passed laughter all around.
We watched as the glowing moon woke up,
And the stars traded shifts with the day;
As the lights came on when the darkness fell,
And the beauty of it stole all our words away.
BeingBeing a girlBeing in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't make me
Less intelligent than you;
Weaker than you;
Less determined than you;
More vulnerable than you;
Less talented than you.
Being me makes me
Witty and persevering;
Outspoken and creative;
Original and unique;
Charming and clever;
And obviously more
Open-minded than you.
Evolution of a DressIt started with the fabric,Evolution of a Dress in Free Verse More Like This
While I still had no design,
And I let the fabric sing to me;
Toyed with its graceful lines.
I could finally draw the basics,
But the details weren't sure.
No matter- I'll start sewing;
Cross bridges when I'm there.
I'd stand there, draped in satin,
While Experience would fly
To cut out pieces at my whimsy,
Work with my changing mind.
While straight-pins line her smile,
With a french curve in her hands,
She refines the sloping edges
That drop from princess seams.
The Door Locks Behind YouI would walk a mileThe Door Locks Behind You in Free Verse More Like This
If I could see you for ten minutes,
But you won't take a step outside
To talk to me for twenty?
I know it's hard to go back
When the door locks behind you,
But is it so hard
To do something impulsive?
Sometimes I can read your mind,
And it feels like we're in sync,
But other times I feel like
We're always on repeat,
But we never make it
Past the first verse.
Will I ever be good enough?
I wish I could stay upset with you
Long enough for you to
Ask what's wrong,
But that is easier said than done
When I love you like I do.
See, there you go again
Making me laugh,
And you make all my problems
Seem so conquerable.
So why can't you stay
And erase them?
Pauper's DreamsPauper's Dreams:Pauper's Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
The dry autumn leaves
Are like the dreams of the poor
Crunching beneath feet...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th April 2012
Bringer of the NightBringer of the Night:Bringer of the Night in Free Verse More Like This
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawling in the dirt with a painful thirst.
These creatures needed the taste of blood
And their friends would be the first.
Neighbours, comrades, it mattered not!
Survival become an instinctive drive.
To bite and feed was a natural feeling
And horror came when night arrived.
Men or women, children who slept;
Through windows and doors they would slithe
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."
The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...
But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:They Watch You Sleep in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...
On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.
It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...
These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl
It is said that their eyes are like obsidian doorways;
Which hold the key to the depths of the mind.
But none have the courage to look within them;
Afraid of what they'll find...
So my only advice to the weary traveller
Is to believe in the safety of the tavern
Do not look toward the darkest of corners
or you might just stir their cavern...
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1SANGUINESANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1 1:
THE DOORS TO the council chamber swung open slowly; whining as the metallic bolts ground into place. A lone knight, with long flowing blonde hair that was ever so slightly curled at the tips, made her way to the podium, where several robed priests were gathered. They sat in silence, illuminated by crystalline orbs that burned with a magical fire and one in particular stood out from the rest. He was clad in robes of golden finery, woven from highest grade of silk and adorned with numerous precious gemstones; most of which covered the cuffs of its sleeves. This man was known as Bishop Rogan Volthair, once the son of Baron Volthair, he had earned a high place in the Church of the White Lady for his natural oratory skill and religious fervour. It was his duty to pass on the orders of the Church to specific high-ranking Knights who would then take on extremely dangerous or forbidden quests
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:As The Skies Parted in Free Verse More Like This
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
The Dark Age of EquestriaThe Dark Age of Equestria:The Dark Age of Equestria in Free Verse More Like This
Long ago, when the stars were still young
The kingdom of Equestria burned in the fires of unholy war
For the Earth ponies, opressed by the noble unicorns
turned to the darker forces for aid and assistance
It began with a young Earth Pony, Rosenheart
Who was told by the Unicorns to pay her taxes on time
The Pegasi were sent to enforce this and she refused
"The taxes are too high!" she pleaded
sweat trickling down her face
"I cannot pay these taxes or my babies will starve!"
but the Pegasi cared not and simply took what they came for
They left her home a broken and cold place...
In desperation, she begged to the shadows that lurked around her
she asked them to help her and for this she would pay
she would pay any price that they asked
but the price they asked for was terrible indeed...
He came as a cloaked figure, standing on two legs
He was not like everypony else, instead he was something more
His eyes glowed red, like burning rubies
wreathed in malice
You and Me: The Daylight P.2Annabeth and Reyna were completely silent as they strapped on their armor. They'd bunked in the same tent, along with a few other girls. Almost everyone else was sitting around the fires outside, eating breakfast. Or trying to. There was a fearful, almost defeated atmosphere in the camp as they waited for dawn and the war to begin.You and Me: The Daylight P.2 in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry about everything."
Reyna raised an eyebrow.
"You know. Destroying Circe's island. The attack on the camp, even though that wasn't our fault."
Reyna smiled vaguely. "I suppose I should apologize for almost destroying your camp, then."
"Don't worry about it."
She shook her head unbelievingly. "You and your boyfriend sound so much alike sometimes, you know that?"
"Well, we've been through a lot together." Annabeth took a shaky breath and went silent, overcome suddenly with the thought of what they were about to face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Reyna asked
You and Me: The Daylight P.1"Percy, let me go. You can't pull me up."You and Me: The Daylight P.1 in General Fiction More Like This
His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.
"Never," he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above. "The other side, Nico! We'll see you there. Understand?"
Nico's eyes widened. "But"
"Lead them there!" Percy shouted. "Promise me!"
Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess.
Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth's wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.
"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."
Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall.
"As long as we're together," she said.
You and Me: The Daylight P.3The daylight streamed through the windows and Annabeth blinked her eyes, still having difficulty adjusting to bright light. She'd woken up three times last night from nightmares, but had managed not to scream; Percy needed to rest. The only reason he hadn't had any dreams was because he was so heavily sedated.You and Me: The Daylight P.3 in General Fiction More Like This
She sat up from her uncomfortable position on the floor and gazed at him. He had a long scar along his jaw, his shoulder was heavily bandaged, and there were even more bandages around his abdomen. He'd taken a knife for her. Twice. In the bright light, all his scratches seemed to stand out more, the shadows under his eyes were a little darker, and his face was tense with pain, even in unconsciousness. His skin was still so pale from their time spent in Tartarus.
Yet, Annabeth smiled. He was so brave. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of all the things he'd done for her in the Pit, how strong and reassuring he'd been, how protective. "I love you," she wh
Request: Just to See You SmileNow that Piper had moved to Camp Jupiter with Jason and Leo had been promoted to ambassador, he found himself traveling between the two camps quite often. His new position was great, and New Rome was even better. Well, it had its ups and downs.Request: Just to See You Smile in General Fiction More Like This
The ups were pretty fantastic. Free access to the forges whenever he was in town (and the forges were pretty sweet), discounts on all the food and the merchandise, and he got to hang out with Hazel and Frank. He got to help design and oversee the building of the forts for the War Games. Not to mention, the girls were beautiful.
The downs? Well, none of those girls were really impressed with Leo's title of "Official Ambassador to Camp Jupiter and Supreme Commander of the Argo II." He had to sit in on the Senate meetings and actually pay attention, because they needed his vote. There was Octavian to contend with. The guy definitely had a few gears loose. Leo didn't get much time to spend with Piper and Jason, because they w
Celebration"My son. My son just saved the world."Celebration in General Fiction More Like This
Percy turned his attention away from the crowd. They were on Mount Olympus, celebrating the defeat of Gaea and the unification of the two camps. It was all over now. He could hardly believe it.
"I didn't do it alone, Dad."
Poseidon laughed, his eyes dancing. "Of course not. But between you and me," he leaned toward Percy conspiratorially, "you are the bravest of the Seven. Well, you and Annabeth, at least."
Percy had never been comfortable with attention, and this was seriously pushing it. He stared down into his wineglass. (The kids had been allowed to drink for this special occasion, and Leo, Dakota, and a few others were already roaring drunk.) "I wouldn't say we did anything heroic..."
Poseidon clapped his son on the back. "What are you talking about? You've won two wars, my boy. You and Annabeth survived Tartarus. She was the first child of Athena to find and secure the Athena Parthenos. You defeated Gaea. Looks to me like the two o
Request: No... All Right, Fine.He never could tell her no.Request: No... All Right, Fine. in General Fiction More Like This
Needless to say, Percy Jackson did not expect to be a father by the time he was twenty years old. But he had never been happier. He honestly wished Annabeth hadn't wanted to wait a year before having kids.
Parenthood had its trials, though. Neither of them knew exactly how to raise a child, seeing how Percy was raised in part by an abusive step-father, and Annabeth had run away when she was seven. Fortunately, there were two immortals, four mortal parents, and an entire camp to help out. That little princess was probably the most spoiled girl on the planet. And she had all the skills of her parents.
She was a genius. She was a quick fighter. She could control water. She was as cunning as her mother. And as good at sucking-up as her father. Which is why Percy could never tell her no.
From the moment she was born, the first second he held her in his arms, he knew he was a goner. This little girl with jet-black cu
A Proper DateAfter spending so much time in the Aphrodite cabin, Piper found that she was a lot more comfortable with attention.A Proper Date in General Fiction More Like This
She'd decided to grow her hair out and get rid of all the choppy layers. But she still kept in a few of her signature braids and one or two feathers. It was a little bit of an improvement, and her cabinmates couldn't really complain (it was progress, after all) but they were still trying to get makeup on their counselor. However, that was where Piper drew the line.
Until Jason decided to ask her on an official date.
"I figure," he started, "that we've never really had a real date. So we can head into New York or something, get dinner, whatever you want."
"Okay," Piper agreed. She beamed. "Sure. You pick the place."
Jason ran a hand through his hair. "Um, yeah. I don't really know too many restaurants in New York..."
"Just ask Percy. I'm sure he'd know."
So they decided on a restaurant at s
You and Me: Christmas MiracleMusic drifted down from somewhere above him. It sounded tinny, like it was coming from one of those old-fashioned gramophones from the Twenties. He could barely make out the words, but he knew the song.You and Me: Christmas Miracle in General Fiction More Like This
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos…
Percy let the words fade to the back of his mind. He reached for the light switch and clicked off the light, letting the fireplace in Annabeth’s room provide illumination. The hot chocolate had long since gone cold; he didn’t like it that much anyway. It was mostly whipped cream and cinnamon, just how Annabeth liked it. He only drank it for her anyway.
He leaned his head against the frozen window and watched the panes fog up with each exhale. The night outside was silent, snowflakes whirling through the air and muffling the normal camp sounds. It was so quiet, like it had been for weeks.
PJatO - Chapter 10: KayaI can see the silvery line of the creek as it snakes its way through a break in the trees just ahead. Beyond it lies enemy territory, the flag, and Lena.PJatO - Chapter 10: Kaya in General Fiction More Like This
Yeah, I know hershe'll want to see to the defense of the flag herself, probably relying on the Athena kids to slip past my own defenses, or maybe sending the Ares kids to punch through with brute strength. Still, I'm confident that it's nothing Rhea and Mark can't handle.
I sink into a crouch behind the scrubby brush that lines the edge of the trees. This is always a tricky part. A bare no-man's land stretches for a few yards on either side of the creek. It doesn't seem like much, but spending even a moment in the open runs the risk of discovery. I know Lena will have posted sentries along the boundary, but either they've hidden themselves very well or we've gotten lucky and this particular stretch is unguarded.
I hear a slight rustle of foliage behind me, but I know it's the rest of my squad coming up to flank me. I raise my le
PJatO - Chapter 8: KeenanI learn, after that first day, that camp is mostly composed of routine. We're up around eight o'clock, which really isn't so bad since we're all in bed by ten the night before. Now, I can't in good conscience say that the Hermes cabin is asleep by ten, but that's a different matter entirely. Much to my surprise, I find I actually like the children of Hermes. Most of them are kind of goofy and wickedly mischievous in a way that can only come from their father's side of the family.PJatO - Chapter 8: Keenan in General Fiction More Like This
And if they're a bit roguish, Kaya might as well be the high queen of misrule. She leads her cabin on most of their escapades and staunchly defends them against Chiron's disapproval when I should really say if they get caught.
Still, there's a small, lonely part of me that knows I don't belong in their revelry. Not really. Oh, they take me along and teach me some basic pranks, but it definitely takes a lot of cajoling, and I always feel a pang of guilt for the victim of o
PJatO - Chapter 4: RheaBig, blue eyes regard me thoughtfully.PJatO - Chapter 4: Rhea in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you a goddess?" She asks at last, suspicion peaking the edge of her voice.
"A goddess?" I repeat, slightly taken aback. Then understanding dawns. "Oh! No. Nope. One hundred percent homegrown demigod right here,"
The new girl Keenan, she said her name was considers this for a moment. "But isn't Rhea a goddess?"
"Titan," I correct gently. "But not the evil variety,"
"But doesn't she mind? That you were named after her, I mean?"
"Not really," I'd never really thought about it. "She's kind of removed from demigod affairs. Anyway, it's really a tribute to Hera. Rhea is an anagram of Hera. Or actually vice versa. My mom's really family orientedworships Hera and Vesta,"
"Vesta is the Roman aspect of Hestia, the goddess of the hearth," I explain patiently. I don't mind answering her questions. She's obviously new, totally green as grass, and that can be kinda scary if you're not prepared. And anyway, I have to wait f
PJatO - Chapter 5: RheaKeenan's trying very hard not to stare. But, as I'd seen before, she's not any great shakes at hiding her feelings, and right now, it's easy to see the sheer wonder and disbelief, plain as day on her face. I grin, feeling a swell of pride.PJatO - Chapter 5: Rhea in General Fiction More Like This
I've been going to camp since I was ten, and I love this place more than anything. I've noticed, though, that after a few years at camp, you become somewhat jaded. Nothing surprises you anymore. Not the climbing wall complete with actual lava that'll melt the flesh from your bones if you don't climb fast enough, not the pegasi in their stables or Argus, our hundred-eyed security guard, not the nymphs or satyrs or Chiron, nothing. So to see someone as new and unprepared as Keenan is a delight. Her eyes are wide, the same raw blue as the summer sky. She's absolutely enchanted.
I'm actually trying not to stare myself, but not at what's around me. Like I said, the older campers treat the magic around them as yesterday's news. No, it's Keenan I keep looki
PJatO - Chapter 7: KeenanAs it turns out, the cabins are the cluster of mismatched buildings just outside the armory. The homely looking house I'd seen covered in flowers and a roof of actual grass is Demeter's cabin. The one that looked like some sort of small temple is Hera's, which is where Rhea lives. I'm assigned a bunk in the Hermes cabin, a large, worn-looking building with chipped paint and a caduceus hanging over the front door. Because Hermes is the god of travelers, there are always extra bunks available for unclaimed demigods, Rhea explains.PJatO - Chapter 7: Keenan in General Fiction More Like This
"But I'm sure you'll be claimed soon," she rests a comforting hand on my shoulder. "It's the rules now. All godly parents have to claim their own or sponsor a child of a demigod,"
Whenever I think of being claimed, a small sliver of anxiety twists through me. I fervently hope that my celestial ancestry comes by way of a demigod, just like Rhea. There would be something comforting about being the child of two people who either didn't want me or couldn't raise me
PJatO - Chapter 11: KeenanI come to by degrees.PJatO - Chapter 11: Keenan in General Fiction More Like This
An oddly damp hand ruffles through my hair, probing gently. A throaty sort of grunt sounds next to my ear, and a wave of warm, moist air washes over me, carrying with it a thick, musty scent, like loam and sweet grass with something sharp and wild underneath.
I open my eyes.
And find myself staring down the length of a smooth muzzle into two huge, black eyes set in a wide, furry face.
With a shriek, I flinch away, scrambling backwards on my elbows as fast as I can. The sudden movement makes me dizzy, and I'm practically sick with the adrenaline that's suddenly coursing through me, making my heart beat so quickly I'm surprised it doesn't batter through my ribs.
It's a bear.
A godsdamn bear.
My brain kicks into overdrive. I've seen the stuffed grizzly in the Smithsonian hundreds of times, but I can't call the informational plaque to mind. Ursus something something. Am I supposed to play dead? Did the Smithsonian plaque even say anything about that? Pre
PJatO - Chapter 9: KayaBreathePJatO - Chapter 9: Kaya in General Fiction More Like This
I break into a run.
The Hermes banner, all bright white silk bearing a caduceus picked out in emerald thread, seems to glow in the dying sun as it billows behind me. I burst into the dinner pavilion at the same moment as my sister and the pavilion explodes into cheers.
Lena's banner is bronze silk with a bright red hammer emblazoned across it. They've done something to the cloth so that it looks like rippling bronze scales, and the hammer appears to glow the cherry red of well-heated iron. Trust Lena to show off.
Over the past week, I've secured the assistance of Hera, Apollo, Dionysus, and Nike, but Lena's also been busy. Somehow, she's cobbled together some sort of truce between Ares and Athena, which is impressive given that those two cabins don't normally get along. She's also made pacts with Demeter, Aphrodite, and the remaining gods, but that's only fair since the Hermes and Apollo cabins are the largest here at camp. The numbers balance out this way.
In terms of r
PJatO - Chapter 3: KeenanMy last few days in DC are a blur of activity as my friends and I try to pack as much summer into four days as humanly possible. We go to the zoo and the to the movies. We go to a quarry to swim, to the beach to roast in the summer sun. I even drag my friends to the Smithsonian, anxious to get one last glimpse of everything that was normal and thoroughly mortal to me.PJatO - Chapter 3: Keenan in General Fiction More Like This
I've always loved the Natural History Museum. It has a particular smell, like old leather and cold marble, which I have always associated with the concept of history. I've never seen the museum completely empty, either. It's always filled with tourists or school groups or folks who live in the area, like my dad and me, and their shouts and whispers carry through the halls, echoing and sussurating, like the rustling of leaves. It's my favorite place in the whole city.
When I was younger, I would pester my dad into taking me to the museum almost every weekend. He would almost invariably give in, even though it generally mea
PJatO - Chapter 6: KeenanI glance back at the sound of footsteps, tearing my eyes from the sight of strawberries growing large and fat before my eyes, to find Rhea tripping lightly down the steps. She's watching her footing as she descends, shield slung over one shoulder, spear and helm in either hand, but as she hits the last step, she meets my eyes. Her smile isn't forced, but it's distracted, like her mind's somewhere else entirely.PJatO - Chapter 6: Keenan in General Fiction More Like This
"Ready to go?"
"Mmhmm," I try to smile back, but I wonder if the expression is a bit sickly. I'm trying not to gape openly at everything around me, but it's an uphill battle. I just saw a centaur step out of a wheelchair, for Pete's sake. I definitely wasn't prepared for that.
"Do you have a weapon of any kind?" Again with the distraction. The question itself is kind of bizarre, too.
"Um No?" I answer uncertainly. "I mean, I could just deck someone with my bag, but "
"Oh, no," she more or less talks over me, and I begin to wonder if maybe she's just thinking out loud.
ParanoiaParanoia.Paranoia in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't want to be this way.
But I can't help but feel this way.
No matter what you do
Or what comforting words you say.
My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.
My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.
Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.
My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.
And that's why no matter how much I love you.
For some reason I will always feel cheated.
So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.
You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.
There are only so many false accusations you can take.
There are only so many false promises I can make.
There are only so many times I can make that same mistake.
Until I foolishly recognize what is actually at stake.
How long will you have to accommodate my insecurities?
How long will it take for me to completely trust you?
Until you begin questioning my emotional maturity.
There are only so many times I can say "I a
UncheartedUncheartedUnchearted in Free Verse More Like This
Home is where the heart is.
Where do you go if you have no heart?
The end is where the start is.
How can you proceed.
Without a fully motorized engine?
The inanimate body still bleeds.
How can we function and operate.
Without a soul purpose?
Love and pain refuse to cooperate.
Life becomes incomplete
The journey becomes obsolete
Shit.Shit.Shit. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of divisions.
Between polite pleasantries to abusive abrasions of affliction.
How can the tone and meaning change after every rendition.
This word sounds exactly like what it means.
You scream it, shout it and even mutter it under your breath.
No matter how big or little the occasion may seem.
Just unleashing it will take a load off your chest.
You say it w
A Step Too FarA Step Too Far.A Step Too Far in Free Verse More Like This
She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor
Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.
She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.
Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.
Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently
Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually she ran out of places to hide.
Her phone begins to ring but she chose to ignore it.
A picture of her husband and son appears but she wishes she never saw it.
A small crowd begins to formulate beneath her.
Familiar voices shouting and screaming trying to keep her
From edging any closer to the edge.
But her toes continued to embrace the unstable ledge.
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Because the rich and poor can never be merged.
The idea of a just world is just a rehearsed lecture.
Those who seek to create this will be publically purged.
We all fall victim to man kind's thin, green texture.
This is the life we are unwitti
The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.
He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.
Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.
The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.
But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.
The constant contrast in environments became too much for him to handle.
It was only an amount of time before he enacted some sort of immoral scandal.
After a confrontation at school he marched home to collect his mother's weapons.
His mother caught him in the act and tried to stop him as he reached for the second
Loaded rifle that was originally used as a source of family en
PerfectionPerfection.Perfection in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She lodges her fingers down her throat.
Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.
She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.
Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.
She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously
As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.
Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,
With her hand covering the image in the mirror.
Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.
She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.
She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.
Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.
She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.
Realizing that she has become too focused on her figure.
Her friend then knocks on the door thoughtfully.
She shouts out, "I'm okay I don't need a baby sitter."
Her friend continues to knock and waits outside awkwardly
Replying, "You promised me, you said that you are not a quitter"
The tap begins to run as she disguises her cough distortedly.
She knows her friend
My Past and FutureMy Past and Future.My Past and Future in Free Verse More Like This
Last Sunday I was woken by a text.
To my surprise it was a message from my ex.
I haven't heard from her for about one and half years.
My cheeks still have the scars from those blood stained tears.
So I asked her, what is it exactly she wanted.
I haven't heard from her since she last absconded.
She said she was sorry for all the pain she caused me.
I always knew my fragmented past would come back to haunt me.
She said she missed me and no other guy could compare.
She reminded me of the good times we had and all the laughs we shared.
She asked for my forgiveness and if we could be friends again
I told her I can forgive her but I cant forget all those other men.
She said she was a fool and doesn't know why she did what she did.
I told her how much she hurt me, something I said I would never admit.
I said I thought I would never heal or get rid of the heart ache.
And that I moved on convincing myself that the love you had for me was fake.
Talking to her brought back all
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.Wasted Words. in Free Verse More Like This
We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.
How we truly feel.
We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.
Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.
We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.
Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.
We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.
We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.
We wait and wait.
Stall and prolong.
Until it’s too late
And the moment has gone.
There is never a convenient time.
For us to say what is really on our minds.
It takes the sight of a death bed.
Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.
We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount of beneficial relations.
We could be the ones flocking and flaunting the finest fabrics
And every trivial experience we encounter will cause a global panic.
We could give back to charity and help to make the world a better place
We could cosmetically alter our bodies and readjust the features on our face.
We can become anyone we choose and crave.
Introduction - MeHere I sit, staring at the screen,Introduction - Me in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to figure what to write about me
An introduction is what I am supposed to do
But I have no idea what to say thus far
I always stumble and fumble
Never able to write about myself,
Yet I always have the words
To help others in need
The words flow like water
Smooth and comforting,
But when it comes to me,
They are filled with stormy waves,
The only time they honestly come free
Is when my emotions are running high
Then my fingers run across the keys
At a fast amazing speed,
It is like a burning need
A deep fire inside,
To release what has happened
And no longer hide.
I should be honest and say what I feel,
But that is so not easy for me,
That is why I took this challenge,
To force me to write,
To no longer bury these emotions
That lay buried inside,
To free me from the chains that bind,
Maybe then I can find the real me.
The Devil's DanceThe Devil's DanceThe Devil's Dance in Free Verse More Like This
The whispering of your words
On the wind were heard,
As the demons chases
This angel through the night,
Heart pounding while running
Through this maze,
As tears of blood run from
Trying to calm the urge to dance to the
To stop the pain that is tearing my heart
apart from within,
Dancing on the song,
That is said to be forbidden...
Is a long journey,
No one knows what can
And what can't come out
From that release.
I know what can come
For I have heard that song before
And danced the mystical dance of the unknown
Losing myself to its lustful beat
Its blood thirsty rhythm feels so complete
Leaving you satisfied
Forgetting the pain
It is not the song which you have to listen,
But the after effects,
That are left with each tune.
The marks that are embedded,
Signs of the pain that once was,
Pain that never bled.
As I keep running,
From the beast,
Trying to ignore
This sinful beat,
The demons catches me,
And the dance begins,
An Angel's MaskAn Angel's MaskAn Angel's Mask in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding the tears,
Hiding the shame,
Hiding self loathing,
Hiding the pain,
Donning my mask
Behind this mask so many emotions I feel,
Never again will I share them
and express how I feel,
Buried deep they will stay,
away from all that causes me pain.
Taking off this mask was a big mistake,
All it did was cause me more misery
Trusting people, letting them in,
only caused me to be hurt again.
So from this moment on none will see,
all of this turmoil inside of me.
I will smile in your face,
and you won't know,
the depths of the tears,
that run from my soul. '
My laughter is the screams,
that echo in my mind.
My joy is the fear,
that lurks from behind.
The twinkling gleam you see in my eyes,
are really tears I try to hide.
Up and down my emotions glide,
but never will you see this;
it is hidden inside.
Never again will this mask come off
It is safer here in the dark,
An Angel smile is what you
Happiness and joy I will spread
Angel's Journey - The KeeperAngel's Journey - The KeeperAngel's Journey - The Keeper in Short Stories More Like This
Angel woke up and found herself on a small island, not much more than a pile of sand amidst the ocean. She wasn't alone though. The Keeper stood right next to her.
"I can take you away if you wish to.” It said.
Angel struggled to sit up. Each movement hurt her body all over. As she moved her legs and arms she winced out loud. Then she tried to wrap her wings around herself and cried out softly at the strain on her muscles.
"I know your voice" she said. Angel lifted her hand to her head and held it there for a moment as memories started flashing through her mind quickly.
"You were there" she whispered. Angel jerked her head up quickly, to fast it seemed. Her vision blurred as she looked up at It. Her eyes went wide as The Keepers words echoed in her mind, "You are no angel....You are no demon...Parents tried to hide...one of a kind...."
"I remember" she said softly. The ache came back in her heart and her eyes clouded over with tears. "It was a
QuestionsHave you ever felt lost?Questions in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Abandoned by the friends you've crossed.
You're tired and drained,
numb to the pain...
Have you ever wanted to die?
To leave this cold world behind.
One last step till you fall,
giving up on it all...
Have you ever weaved a web of lies?
Behind fake smiles you hide.
Ran out of tears to shed,
inside, you're already dead...
Have you ever cut into your flesh?
Haunted by rogue thoughts of death.
Your fate decided by a list.
How did it come to this?...
Have you ever laughed to conceal
the crippling hurt you feel?
Always saying you're fine
as you cover up the signs...
Have you ever pushed your friends away?
shut them out, swore you were okay.
scared to trust anyone,
a past you can't outrun...
Bleeding HeartAfter you left, I bathed in nonsenseBleeding Heart in Free Verse More Like This
The lies, the suffering,
The murmur, the awakening
My heart was overrun by pestilence.
You sit still in your room
Gazing the stars
Dreaming of wars
My heart is bleeding and shall die soon.
Lost in the gold
Bestowed upon by your eyes.
As when I see them I start to shake
My limbs freeze
My thawing heart,
A place like no other,
The cage of souls, of loves, of deadly gases
This toxic kiss,
These poisoned lips
I never touched
Are stirring the same acid in me
The last thing I saw
The last thing I wrote in this poem without ending
Is of me, the poet, dwelling in anguish, laying in hiding
Nonsense, just words
Words upon a paper, black on white
This line refers to her,
And this one to my heart;
A story without an end
I feel so numb...I'm lost between worlds of paradise and beyond,I feel so numb... in Free Verse More Like This
Striving for eternity to find and bath in life's pond.
I hesitated and I lost myself
Desperate, doomed, eidolon of thyself.
I feel so numb in the inside,
My pain and wounds bring out this tide
Of blood, of hate,
Rains of the dead
(This Armageddon of the sad)
You heal me in my deepest despair,
You feel my aura with the freshest air.
You hold me tight, give me your kiss,
Enchanting my presence with your golden bliss.
I feel so numb in the inside,
Open up your wings so wide
For tomorrow, to the end,
As time shall for forever stand
(This hourglass of blood and sand)
My heart is the contraption of tormented souls
Like a banshee empowered by the deathly howls.
I got numb in the inside,
I've lost so much, I've lost my mind.
I feel so numb in the inside,
Yelling out this line with pride.
Run away, stay away!
There's nothing left that you should say.
I will decay time
I will take what's mine
I shall set the bones afire,
Burning bodies on the pyre.
The Rain of TearsStanding in the rainThe Rain of Tears in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling deathly pain
She turned her head to me
A sight I couldn't bear to see.
Lost in a maze of eyes
I tried to catch time as it flies
I stood still, frozen in deep
As the girl started to weep.
And she wept, she wept alone
Frightening me to the bone
I couldn't see now what to do
I felt like her; we felt so blue.
Standing in the rain, it rained
Wildest feelings to be tamed
The girl stopped. She looked at me
Purest marble, young and free.
We stood still, embraced the warmth
It kept pouring very hard
We danced dances (unreal glee)
It all seemed like a dream to me.
Out of the blue then I could feel
The girl's smile turned on life's wheel
I closed my eyes; I sighed; I blinked
Lost in love memories shirked
"Take my hand, look in my eyes
Tell me truth, forsake all lies"
She whispers in the shaking breeze
As my face, my paw, all freeze.
"What do you want me to be?
Is it the man you see in me?"
I recalled memories of love
Sweet dreams lived under this cove.
Empty, lost, lo
Cold Heart ExodusNo other worldly tear can make me burn faster than youCold Heart Exodus in Free Verse More Like This
My tear, let me hold you. I am so sick and I'm so weak.
Let me whisper my name into your cold heart and let it bleed into me.
For now I know, this elder exodus is nowhere near truth (it'll never be).
Only me, there's only me in this abyss. Only you will know!
There's only us, there's only you of us there's only two.
Let the wits flow. Let this feeling pass away with time.
Did you know that feeling lonely and content at the same time is a rare kind of happiness?
Now you know, so just leave me be! Leave me alone, I must be happy.
Cold Heart Exodus, I want to leave it all behind, I'm falling down
I can't stand. Don't breathe this toxicity. The water is stoned
Don't ever try to lie to me again. I won't even be there to hear you
EyesEyes, eyes, that's all I see.Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
Your funny breath, I wish I could be.
Your sweet perfume, I wish I could feel,
Your chilling touch, freezing me still.
What more to say other that I'm sorry?
I didn't act, I stood aside, now I rot
Alone, in pain, forever lost to time
My fate sealed, why not?
Your nightmares are not mine!
I, in truth, went down to sleep my last
Why did you interrupt my incineration?
Why did you turn love to dust?
Now watch my beloved evisceration!
Now hear my plea, apparition of amiss
Stop and cut and bleed and fear
Kill the night, whispers to hear
All in one sin, the golden bliss.
Eyes, eye of the world,
Eyes I shall see
To the end of this world.
I will dream your eyes forever
I will bathe in the sunlight reflected in your eyes
No! I will drown in this sunlight of evil.
Like we did drown into stupidity!
For you, you are the premonition
of my beloved once-lost insanity!
Eyes, eyes everywhere.