CarolingEach spring as a childCaroling in Free Verse More Like This
when family parties of
by then were just
mere echos in my head
I'd go a-caroling
while playing in the
fresh mud of our garden
toes wriggling deep
alongside the sow bugs
that tilled the soil
tomboy that I was
still in my Sunday best
my voice would rise up
to the birds perched
on the backyard fence
as I'd go a-caroling
taking in the dappled sun
strained through the branches
of a eucalyptus
that had a treehouse
where you could find me
a-caroling so free and easy
in that tree all breezy
in the crow's nest swaying
watching for pirates - avast!
I'd call out, saying
to the cap'n far below
Mom's calling us for lunch!
and off we'd go a-caroling
just as fast as we could
back in my childhood
where scraped knees were kissed
and summers were bliss,
and all was safe for a while
within my mother's smile.
Shibari Haiku RengaShibari Haiku Renga in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my weight settles-
shadow on the wall-
a sapling's quiver
herons take flight
the rope master's
work of art
Red MeatI asked one-hundred men:Red Meat in Free Verse More Like This
Is it something you should avoid -
Is it the bane of your existence
that you contemplate
all you cannot fathom, like
how your body has hair growing where it
never used to be, and no longer
grows hair where you'd like it to be?
Does it make you more aggressive,
or is it red meat
that affects you in this way?
Is it the lack of oral sex,
or owning a dog that always detects
your ball sweat
but you don't want to switch to a cat
for fear of what
the neighbors might think.
Is this why road rage has gotten
worse over the years,
or exists at all?
Or is it a cry for help, chafing from
all that sweat, making pores larger
from masturbating while stuck in gridlock?
I've pondered these things lately.
only loveAn image flashes and shows meonly love in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for the signal
to continue on my way
but I never make it.
a vehicle fast approaching
unseen and unheard
until it's upon me
and ends my journey,
all of my journeys
in the blink of an eye
a dazzling hail of glass
in colors of the street lights,
a violent whiplash of my hair
flowing through water
a wide-angle view one second,
a pane of white mesh the next
wrapped around my body
and every poem,
every love letter,
get-well card and shopping list
I would ever write
spills out of me
till it's all floating
in the oil-slick puddles
on the road and the pavement
my mind already sluggish
as I sat, placidly content
after a large dinner
an hour before
giving my car the reins
knowing the way home
and so happy that moment,
I didn't realize how much
now that night had come,
surrounded by a galaxy of
city lights like so many stars.
And all I remember feeling
was the love-
WhenWhen in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When time was young
and fish were wise,
a little boy would
guard the boats
his people used
for gathering food,
while their gods watched
over them from skies
that used to lie closer
to the water and the earth-
for this was the place
where the wind came to rest
and the sea would caress
the edge of the world,
and bless those who
trusted in the rhythm of
life, until the
cycle of death would
come and set them free-
to watch over
a little boy who
guarded the boats,
when time was young
and fish were wise.
throwbackI saw a young man today;throwback in Free Verse More Like This
a photo of him kneeling
and draped in a flag
I found him online
and was struck by how
he looks like David
an uncle I never knew
but wish I could have-
to tell him I love him
intrigued with his looks
and how he reminds me
of me - a throwback;
dropped stitches in a quilt
the two of us,
mismatched of the family-
we don't look familiar
except to each other,
related by proxy
the first time I saw
his image, my bird voice
chirped, "He was so nice!"
how did I know?
with his black & white grin-
the pieces within me
kindred spirits throughout,
separated by generations
and bonded with scout pledges
I've always missed him
because I know him, but
he couldn't wait that long-
something went very wrong
long before I was born,
too late when time would sag
overturning his world,
the Pawtucket kid in a jeep
getting the news flash
it was ending- that they'd
be sending him home, covered
in a freshly draped flag
the scent of rindwhile segmenting an orangethe scent of rind in Free Verse More Like This
as I absent mindedly walk the garden
a waxing crescent moon ascends
for the third day in a row
racing the juice
that runs up my arms
my mind unchanging in spite of
the day's unrelenting heat
that has turned into night
and too warm to wear it down
faint light hooks the ends of
my hair at that moment
and how lovely the scent of rind
won't wash off of me for days
ImpetusIt is when spirit has released itsImpetus in Free Verse More Like This
circle into a sea of impetus-
the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide,
to assuage the widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all that you promise her.
Lest you wade the murky depths in the
guise of an albino salamander,
avoiding consumption while traversing
the maze of surface fires
that block the way, and flotillas of
their tentacles rife with voltage
to your slithering canopy.
And from the mantle of your blindness
you sense amidst the current
a jagged danger on the far side
where brittle struts from bone of baleen
threaten to sabotage the integrity
of your shape-shifting escape.
Little-known the consequences.
No book of shadows to guide us,
nor the written divination of runes, or
reed scriptures from the after world.
The encryption simply reads that
there is nothing more, once it is begun.
Becausebecause I love,Because in Free Verse More Like This
I weep when night falls
causing me to see
less ordinary wonders
than by day,
when the moon
cannot feign it's
because I love,
I can write about
the saddest moments-
of the Pleiades
rising in my eyes,
and the faces of my
shadows of reeds o'er me
when I'm gone,
who's roots would
embrace me tenderly
as does he now,
not worthy this pain,
indulging the fragrance
that conceals my absence
in spite of
what cannot be spoken
and the broken whirls
of my fingertips
to reach but not touch,
the saddest moment I write,
because I love
Gentle CannibalWithout a breeze to soothe my body,Gentle Cannibal in Free Verse More Like This
or salvage a mind
from the dripping tide of cicadas,
the midnight of summer begins to
lift its mantle from where you crouch,
and comes to honor me.
My gentle cannibal,
with eyes of hemorrhaging iris,
the jaundice of your nakedness,
translucent from the moon rings
your lips pulled as if in pain.
The fever of your touch traces
every rung of dappled trellis
from the faux shadings of a lunar day.
Give me my sweet plunder of ripe figs
as you bend me like a bow that will snap,
or have you already bitten me to the bone.
So, Too and Half.So painful is the burden we must bare,So, Too and Half. in Other More Like This
carry till death consumes and conquers.
Too long we are subjected to suffer,
an almost endless pattern of sorrow.
Half way to infinity marked,
meet me there when you ready.
So beautiful are her tears,
crashing against my chest.
Too short are our years,
shortened further by our fears.
Half past insanities bridge,
ill-advised to follow.
So how much more will we endure,
how many times can I be hollowed?
To end it all, one must proclaim;
believe beyond the doubt.
Half of knowing,
is wanting to find out.
In a nightmareEvery part of my life has spun into a whirlpool; a tie dye of worries, brawling love and hate, songs of evil and family, bombard my conscious mind. all collide, and at the bottom, rest with me. Inward lies a soul, shattered and beaten to a paste; no solidity to my essence. scared and unsure. What lay within affects what lies without. i am sad, lonely, and lost. trying so hard to find self, I have become distant from all else. Procrastinations' trap rips away at me. Facing the music of my wrongs, I'm spineless and quivering in shame. Feeling as if a pack of rotting, festering, flesh with thorns and stones has been placed upon my back. a ghastly, pricking, weighted stigma. And as the worsening storm above screams and cries, as dose my heart. "Where is my Coll ipso to calm my raging sky and sea?" Much unlike my resolve, she is alive and missing. Not lost like mine self, but gone to another place. Not distant, but unknown. keeping her at bay is my profound stench of self loathing stainingIn a nightmare in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Early Sunday morningSunday morn,Early Sunday morning in Other More Like This
No sun to shine.
Her had drapped across my heart.
I lay a Kiss upon her head.
She gave a, staring, smile at me.
A song plays for we.
A song of a word,
Of a feeling mutual.
Somthing easy to lose,
But hard to gain.
I'll not say this word,
This word I will not say.
It taunts me in my dreams,
It pleagues me every day.
Though however much a bother,
I like to hear her say.
I wish for sunday morning;
For it to be every day.
ContemplationDay by day,Contemplation in Other More Like This
He dreams of she.
Night after night,
He turns and tosses himself sleeplessly.
"Why or why not?"
He asks himself.
Piece after piece,
Taken from his shelf.
Fight after fight,
More scars are born.
Sight by sight,
After he morns.
From sun-up to dusk,
He screams internal.
Lifting his eyes,
He sees eternal.
No death nor sleep,
He only weeps.
Sobbing for what he's lost,
More so for what he must keep.
The power of time,
Squired through his heart.
So paralyzingly deep!
Scarred TissueGauze of purple and green,Scarred Tissue in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped around my hands and feet.
Stitches of hair,
Piece together torn and weak flesh.
Casts and cruches,
Mend fragile, black and broken bones.
Rag dolls representing self,
Beaten, torn and thrown away.
Only to be found,
Found and lost again.
Last seen in shambles,
TRiddled with old scars and new bandages.
And so the story continues,
the repetition of a painfull process.
The wisdom gained,
All to priceless.
In my learnings,
Like lovers, scars come and go.
Though the wounds heal,
The scars remained.
With scarred tissue,
My body is stained.
In my dreams.....Love polutes the air.In my dreams..... in Other More Like This
Fills the lungs of lovers,
Suffercates them from dispare.
In my dreams, we live in space.
The stars our nieghbors,
Brilliant night and day.
In my dreams, We're free of lifes chains.
No longer bound by reality,
Those snakes can't constrict our vains.
And in my dreams, we are as one.
The sea and sand;
complementing and unseperable.
I often wonder,
"What of your dreams?"
Do you live in space,
See me as your sand,
Or escape snakes?
So I ask,
Help me make dreams true?
I'll help you help me;
Live, love and explore.
Lets help each other find more;
*For Monkey! (Hugs and kisses)
ExperianceLips Egyptian cotten,Experiance in Free Verse More Like This
Silence made sweet,
Press ferm as they meet.
Pulls me closer.
Need for control is lost,
Instinct takes hold.
Loves' sent prevalent,
Bask in her ora,
Sweet sents of hair and breast.
Bodies to rest,
Peel away layers.
Death comes slow.
RainDrip, drop, drip,Rain in Other More Like This
Her tears hit hte ground.
Drip, drop, drip,
When comdined make a thunderous sound.
Drip, drop, drip,
Against the window pane.
Drip, drop, drip,
You can hear her pain.
Drip, drop, drip,
My tears are falling too!
Drip, drop, drip,
I'll cry right along with you.
Drip, drop, drip,
Hear that familiar sound!?
Drip, drop, drip,
It's coming from hte clouds.
Drip, drop, drip,
Look, the Sun cries too!
Drip, drop, drip,
Lets call our tears rain.
Drip, drop, drip.
Stability Chapter 4Stability Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was one of those secrets.
Lyra awoke, still completely dumbfounded by the events of the previous night. She looked to her left to see that the space Bon Bon would normally occupy was empty. The mare shook her head as she began to talk to herself.
"Of all the things that Octavia had to tell her, she had to tell her that? I mean, not that I'm complaining... That was... Different..." The unicorn let out a lengthy sigh. "I'm going to have to have a word with that pony. Spreading those things around about ponies is not cool. Well... It was nice..."
Lyra groggily hopped out of bed, her weighted eyelids urging her to fall back over; last night had completely worn her out. Her eyes half closed, she scanned the room for a clock, finding it in its usual place. The numbers that stared back at her forced her eyes open with a start.
"Twelve-thirty!? Cinnamon Swirl will have my head!"
Her horn glowed and her magical aura enveloped her work uniform. She hurriedly trotted down the stairs, running i
Stability Chapter 1Stability Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been five years. Five years since the mint green unicorn first laid eyes upon that cute, cream coated mare from science class at Canterlot College. Five years since she had accidentally tripped eying her candy embossed flank while walking down the halls, and five years since she was called a "creepy stalking weirdo."
Things had changed since then. It was only one year after her awkward confrontations that she found out that she would be roommates with the pony that had so interested her, and one more after that for her to work up the courage to ask that blue-eyed beauty out to dinner.
That was all behind her now as she looked upon the face of her marefriend, lover and soulmate with a wide smile, observing her familiar features as the candy maker giggled and laughed. She hugged the pony tightly, thoroughly enjoying the time they spent together during quiet evenings like these.
"Well, the afternoon is all ours until our dinner reservations at eight," the earth pony said to her, ex
Stability Chapter 2Stability Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Broke? What do you mean broke?"
Bon Bon flashed her partner a stern look. "We have nothing. We have no money."
A shocked Lyra stammered. "Wh-, what do you mean 'nothing'? Your business has been doing great! I've seen it!"
"Not great enough, apparently." The earth pony didn't move her gaze from the floor. "If I can't pay rent by the end of the month, I'll lose the shop."
"We'll lose the shop," Lyra corrected. "We're in this together."
Bon Bon stood up and hugged her marefriend. "Oh Lyra. I just don't know what to do. I'm scared."
The unicorn ran her hooves up and down her partner's back. "We'll figure this out. Together."
The cream colored mare looked up at her before digging her face into her neck, desperately searching for whatever comfort it could offer. The pony made her best attempt at holding back her fearful tears, but to no avail.
Lyra tousled the pony's mane. "C'mon. Let's go sit down. You need a break."
The mare couldn't protest. However unwilling to move she was, Bon Bon was
Stability Chapter 5Stability Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world faded away. The only object in Lyra's consciousness was the mouth of Octavia pressed against hers. She felt as if the grey mare was sucking her breath away with each second that passed by. Her mind continued to reminder her how wrong it was and that she should break away and slap the pony in front of her.
But why were her eyes closing?
She felt herself slowly relaxing and leaning into the kiss. If Octavia hadn't broken away, she didn't know how far she would have taken it.
The classical musician only stared at her, Lyra finding herself gazing back into her pretty eyes. This feeling was all too familiar for the unicorn; it reminded her of their high school days when they would spend afternoons doing nothing but lying in each other's arms. Despite her blatant throwback to her high school days, her mind still nagged her on the underlying issue:
This was wrong.
How could she let herself enjoy reliving such experiences when she already has a loving marefriend? How could she look u
Stability Chapter 6Stability Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Waking up in strange places never was a good feeling for Lyra. Especially when she was awoken by the voice of a mare who was not her marefriend.
"Lyra? What in Luna's name are you doing here so early? I thought I told you to lock up last night."
The only response the mare could muster was falling off of the table she had been sleeping on. She felt the cleaning towel she had been using as a pillow fall on her face. Groggily, she threw it off of her, her eyes being met with the sight of Cinnamon Swirl towering over her body.
"Well?" she said. "This isn't a hotel for you to just waltz in and out at your own desire."
"I... I never left last night. I couldn't. I-" she thought of making up some sort of excuse, but decided that if she was ever going to enjoy working for this mare, she would have to open up sometime. "I don't have any other place to go."
Cinnamon seemed indifferent, but still surprised Lyra with a response. "Well I can't have you sleeping on the job, can I? What happened?"
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 2The Welcome CommitteeMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My ship underway to the coordinates I leaned back in my chair, my suit dematerializing around me revealing the blue zero suit beneath. Like that I took in a deep breath and relaxed.
As I did I thought of the Metroids, the parasitic life form from SR338 that seemed to have dominated my life ever since my first great battle with the Space Pirates upon the planet Zebes. I remembered how the Space Pirates had tried to use the Metroids as a bio-weapon and energy source. I had stopped them then, but it had only been the beginning
Tallon IV, Aether, the entire Phazon Crisis I had fought the Space Pirates, thwarting their experiments to use the Metroids as weapons and energy sources. It had not always been the main goal of my missions, but I had done it in the firm belief that it was better to eradicate the Metroids than to allow them to become a weapon for the Space Pirates. That had been my conviction as I descended to the surface of SR338 to eradicate the Metroid
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 4Galactic Federation 2. PlatoonMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I worked my way through the ship's crew quarters walking past the bunks. The area was relatively intact with only slight damage, but that initial impression was marred by a row of bodies under a series of blankets stacked against the far wall. The crash had not been without its casualties
I passed two soldiers even as they carried another body out of an opposing corridor. They stopped for a moment as I walked past them, but none questioned me or tried to stop me. I could only imagine their faces beneath the visor, the fear and sorrow no doubt going through them.
As I entered the corridor they had come from I immediately spotted a female marine tampering with some power cords, this one sporting the stripes of an engineer. However her power suit did not match as it was augmented with a Phazon Enhancement Device clearly visible from the container on her back.
I stopped for a moment wondering about this as PED´s had been rendered useless following
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 1The SignalMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The planet was bright red as I looked at it from inside the cockpit and as I approached the sensors picked up a weak, but constant signal originating from somewhere along the planets equator in an area caught in a massive storm.
Wind and sand battered the ship as I brought it down into the planets lower atmosphere. It was barely possible to see anything out the cockpit due to the storm raging around the ship, but I did not need visual either as the on board computer was more than enough to set the ship down safely. In fact the storm was only a gift as it allowed me to land my ship closer to my target than under normal circumstances.
The moment the ship touched solid ground I rose from the cockpit seat and headed towards the lift in the back of the ship. As I walked towards the lift a simple thought was all I required to activate the materialization process of my Power Suit. The yellow and red armor plates quickly covered my body, the green arm cannon formed around
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 3To the Planet´s Surface.Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I ran through the corridors of the ship heading towards the front where I assumed the bridge would be. On my way I encountered only light resistance in the form of a few Pirate militia who were trying to seal of a hatch to slow me down but I quickly blasted my way past them.
The electromagnetic flux in the ship intensified as I moved soon preventing any kind of scanning and use of advanced visors. Even my standard combat visor experienced several distortions and fluctuations from the surging energy and I could only guess at what was happening.
Dashing through a unlocked hatch I found myself on the vessels bridge. Ahead of me on a raised circular platform before a large window I saw two lightly armored Pirates operating a series of control panels.
I opened fire upon them hitting one of them in the side even as it turned around to face me. It remained standing despite this hit, its companion not even reacting as two shots flew close past it. The wounded one
You are woman. You are man.You are woman,You are woman. You are man. in Free Verse More Like This
so be kind,
all in your own way.
You are man
so be strong,
I don't care when a celebrity diesI don't care when celebrities diesI don't care when a celebrity dies in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care that Whitney Houston dies?
Or Michael Jackson?
Sure they have made great music
I have never met them
They didn't die for a good cause
And they wouldn't care if I died tomorrow
So why should I care?
What about the hundred of soldiers dying for our country?
What about the starving children in Africa?
I would rather take a day of silence for them than hear about a celebrity's death.
I am not heartless
I just don't see the point
In caring of the death of someone society deemed 'important'
I will cry when a family member dies
Or when someone takes their own life
Or when a child dies
I won't cry when a celebrity dies
And I never will.
Society puts too much
On what they think is important
I just stopped caring.
A true heroA true hero in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
6 minutesThere are 6 minutes to tell you6 minutes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how i feel about you
and maybe then i'll know what i really want
but then thoughts of the waves and the grey skies
with thunder ahead
clouded my mind
killing one minute
There are 5 minutes to tell you how i feel about you
and maybe then you'll know what you want
but then you started talking about sad movies
and how one made you cry so much that you couldn't sleep
so you spent the whole night staring
at blank screens
and you asked me whats my favourite,
killing another minute
There are 4 minutes to tell you how i feel about you
and maybe then we'll get what we want
but then, everything was so silent,
silence so deep it seem to slice the air between us
like bullets piercing your hero's chest
in those sad movies you hate
and the silence cut right through the notion,
killing another minute
There are 3 minutes to tell you
how i feel about you
and maybe then we'll live happily ever after,
but then i dreamt of red roses with a card from you,
letter to selfYou grew over shrubsletter to self in Free Verse More Like This
eating quasars like
porcelain under sadness
and requited joy.
today you found
at the back of your
growing inwards into
and into your
you opened your
said some things
meant to be.
Remember him like
a midnight rain.
like the ocean or
tears or the years
in school hallways.
he is your solace
and you know it.
Your coffee friend
at 5 a.m. to
tell you of maple
of cohen and summers
how it happened and
never should have
and you agreed.
under phone calls
laced by pictures overlooking
his strait and yours.
The disappearance of a
friend is only accountable
by the loss of words
You can only hope and wish.
to be angry
is to be
to be sad is
linoleum tiles in the
this is you
when he left.
to be angry
is laughing at rapists
substancesWhen we have grown accustomed to the ways, wesubstances in Free Verse More Like This
dont comprehend depths in linings.
Itching, aching quietly
we find solace in chemicals
Leaving us swaggering halfway to ersatz epiphany
Short gasps of breath;
We bring doom upon ourselves.
And when before, we were clean
And now we are rotten
And when before, we were fit
And now we are weakened
By our own desires,
Paralyzing and numbing us in the most realistic sense.
This is the only way to suppress our feelings of guilt and anguish.
We shed blood
and soon, we are dead.
we blame the society.
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #31, 32, 33!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #31, 32, 33! in Editorial More Like This
#31) As well as being a brony, I'm a furry. I find that some bronies alienate me because of that, and many bronies become offended when people assume that they're furries. What the hell? Shouldn't they know what it's like to be out of the mainstream? Is it bad to be a furry? Why can't I be both a furry and a brony?
Answer: The furry fandom has a lot of negative connotations surrounding it. The stereotype of a furry to a non-furry is someone who is attracted to animal-people, which a lot of people are uncomfortable with. When ponies became popular, a lot of people started saying that pony-fans are furries, while many pony-fans became vocal about not being part of the furry fandom just because they like ponies.
Personally, I find this to be exactly why applying abstract labels to things can be damaging. Not everyone wants to be part of a fandom based on their interests; some are fine to be remain without labels and titles, and instead prefer to just appreciate various inter
Typical Brony Leaving the FandomI'm leaving the pony fandom;Typical Brony Leaving the Fandom in Free Verse More Like This
I'm done with all the gossiping and the bitching,
The back-stabbing and the gender-switching
Between people who pretend they're something
They're not. 
I'm getting out of the fandom;
I'm sick of its porn and its gore,
Its darker side and its desire for more
To join the herd of egotistical pricks
Like them. 
I'm tired of this fandom;
I'm bored by endless proverbs and morals,
By the puffed-up glands of internet quarrels
Of who loves and tolerates in greater amounts
And wins. 
I've had it with this fandom;
I'm hateful towards drama and exaggeration,
Towards those who react to every situation
That comes about and fucks with their next
Great idea. 
I've given up with this fandom;
I'm leaving DeviantArt and deactivating my account,
Leaving behind my reputation and getting out
Of this mess of a culture of childish
Well, I'm still in this fandom;
I decided to give it another shot,
Because without the bitching and the clop
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
Your last steps seemed to echo
While I watched you walk away
You're leaving me in our love's shadow
And all I can feel is a piece of me break away
The shock starts to sink in
Every pore is conquered
A fissure begins within
I'm torn asunder
Liquid memories drip from my face
My heart will always remember this kind of pain
The love that was shown on this day will remain in vain
I didn't know how much passion could weigh
Or the damage it could do when it betrays
Fused with the words that I never even wanted to say
Compassionless by nature / A lonesome torture
Unloved by liars / Sought by manipulators
Breathing in shards / Tearing out hearts
Caught off-guard / Soul is scarred
The regrets won't let me breathe
The thick tears protect me from what I don't want to see
This fresh wound over my chest is where your place used to be
Pathetically rooted by my knees
I reach for you through the debris
Even though there's no one who can salvage me
Inner DemonsInner Demons in Free Verse More Like This
Praying for the prey
A saint so blissful
Don't let the old scars awake
A storm of rage comes my way
Idle hands yearn to be unfaithful
Even the heavens won't feel safe
I am my greatest fear
I am my own worst enemy
The glares I give myself are fierce
I barely hold onto this false harmony
My twisted thoughts flicker / The acts of a sinner
The silence of a confessor / A secret held forever
The madness took over / Becoming hell's harbinger
I am the lawless; I am executioner / This is my will; this is my terror
I hated my own reflection
Knowing the truth behind the lie
I destroyed my own protection
I tore down the walls in my mind
The light has darkened
A past so painful
Forcing fury to descend
No more trespasses to repent
I am the child who became spiteful
I have been devoured by my inner demons