A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)
Still and standing was I,
at the middle of my journey.
Lost between the right and the wrong.
Forgetful as to the actions that
brought me to such a place as this...
The outskirts of some abandon ruin,
External, the metropolis
from which I had come.
Above me the ruins stood,
looking down upon me...
Upon the desolation in my eyes
which did stare.
What amount of distraught came to me!
I knew no amount of control in this place.
An occurrence so similar to some sort of nightmare.
To what extent is this my current reality?
To what cause is the reason behind,
my presence within these shambles of a past.
At the entrance to my ears,
the blowing dust and ash...
calling me from all directions.
From the shadows did I hear the bellow of some beast...
And from my chest, the beat of my fearful heart...
Beating breath after breath from my dry mouth...
The growling carried on...
past the blowing dust and into my dreading ears,
And emerged the beast from the dust shrouded dark.
Its heads were three,
Salsa, Rice, RhythmThere is something splendid aboutSalsa, Rice, Rhythm in Free Verse More Like This
a Peruvian man leaving the rice to burn
because he is unable to keep himself
when a good Salsa song comes on
there is something exquisite and wild about a woman
paying uncontrollable obeisance to the rhythm
thrilling to the beat
waxing and waning to the sound waves
there is something gorgeous about the
the movements, like an untamed clockwork
the way the line between sound and
limb's poetry blurs
fantasia's demise comes with a soft
followed by a drought of wakefulness
surprised to see walls and ceiling
surprised to be alive in
only three dimensions
lovea writer of poetrylove in Free Verse More Like This
is like a young mother
she has survived the
messy process and
rests happy and
loathe to lay this new one down, even
swaddled in adjectives,
contented or wailing
she will not sleep
she watches the rise and fall,
the slow-breath blinking
wonders if this
piece of beauty
is old enough to love her
Elementary, my dearI am reducedElementary, my dear in Free Verse More Like This
to grade-school levels of
check yes or no
crayon hearts on the wall
no one around to
make me scrub them off
give me a dandelion and
I will write about it
in my diary,
hide the key under my mattress
let's build a blanket fort
let's climb a tree
while they chant the spelling
that makes us blush
let's drink milkshakes
from the same glass,
then make our parents pay for them
when they tell us we're
too young to date
Inkand all of a suddenInk in Free Verse More Like This
I want a tattoo.
The spirit of ink has possessed me
call a priest,
I want it all.
I want stars and wings and leaves
and poems and maps
shy silence is gray and
I want yours
all over my damn
expectedand I always wanted to say somethingexpected in Free Verse More Like This
what I bit back
bloody teeth and Pavlovian
associations are only half of what keeps my
crayons inside the lines
if you rub a cloth in pheromones
a snake will perform a mating ritual
we are assembly lines too,
news anchors obeying the teleprompter
tides taking orders from the moon
polite scripts in Arial Size 12 font have my
italic eyes begging you to
ask me something in Bold
detached pessimismI always catch you looking into the atmospheredetached pessimism in Free Verse More Like This
like clouds are only potential
you don’t have to apologize for yourself
I once dated a man
solely because I thought being broken
would improve my poetry
I understand why people are
turned into objects
for the sake of art or
why the end should sometimes be
acknowledged with a shrug
before the beginning can even
I know why you keep the glass
half empty and yourself
Trendsplastic is the newTrends in Free Verse More Like This
ink. facelifts and
acronyms instead of
Prince Charming mentions you to his work friends
with the same tender violence
a five year old yanks the tail of the cat with
for the first time,
smiles have devolved to nothing but an overabundance of
residueyou know usuallyresidue in Free Verse More Like This
I can forget men,
I can forget them
amnesia, neither snow nor
for every natural disaster that
began with a sunrise
there is a deep calm where I
spidercaught in my headweb
you are either better
than the rest, or far, far
SkepticFunny how the same problem I had when I was three getting yelled at in supermarkets resurfaces. I can’t look without touching. Unlike you, my defects are quite well hidden, rotten strawberries carefully shifted to the bottom of the container. Maybe they would play nice with yours, I don’t know I don’t knowSkeptic in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know.
I don’t think you know the meaning of demons. You ever find yourself crying on an examination table to a doctor who insists you're only sad because it's winter? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to dismiss your past like my skeletons are so much more violent.
Who are you? Convince me that staying is more cost effective. I have examined you all over and still can’t find the price tag much less the return policy. Convince me to give up every other possible future of better hands and softer highs. Convince me I can handle the sewing mistakes, colors that run in the wash, the less t
pebblesthe sifters discoverpebbles in Free Verse More Like This
among other flaws
lack of imagery,
absence of flow,
and scatter of adjectives.
deciding my poems
are nothing but pebbles,
paper and pen;
send me packing underwater.
for the moment
i get by
using squid ink,
i might imagine
or that a starfish
sees my work
march 21, 2012
our kisswith precisionour kiss in Free Verse More Like This
we followed the schedule
of rehearsed walks,
and choreographed dances.
were as planned:
your suit and tie,
my gown and veil.
but God - i hope
was not an orchestration,
not some piece
not a photograph taken
to show the world
mine has no need
for an audience
or a future scrapbook.
when we were kissing,
i was somewhere else - celebrating
a marriage of hearts
that did not really care much for weddings.
i could leave the entourage,
skip the reception,
and just go home with you.
february 3, 2012
gyrate for them, gretagyrate for them, greta;gyrate for them, greta in Free Verse More Like This
let men spend for liquor.
the stage won't sizzle
unless you provoke
a drunkard's primal urge
that should pay
© august 23, 2013
hickeyshook me up with a star, he sayshickeys in Free Verse More Like This
and makes out with the moon.
smooching the midday sun,
he winds up sleeping with some cloud.
he would marry
he's got his eyes on venus.
he will date her next.
© september 5, 2013
canapescanapéscanapes in Free Verse More Like This
undeterred by the grease
and excesses and after the binge,
they stick a toothbrush
down their throats.
note to self:
emotions are just as fattening.
at the rate we are going,
i fear you will tire of me.
so please love me in bite sizes,
in portions to sustain us
through birthdays and christmases
and in servings
where you savour me
the way i savour you.
© november 1, 2013
The WildflowersMay 28, 2008The Wildflowers in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I never met my grandfather. I was told stories about him and sometimes those stories were about how he was (pre-)loved by a mountain fairy.
In the late years of the American settlement, during the onset of the war, he was going up the mountains to gather medicinal plants when he was mistaken for a boar. The hunters who had speared his right chest fled fearing they may have just killed a man.
Before grandfather lost all consciousness, a beautiful face rushed to lift him.
He found himself inside a hut with her hand on his wound. He was in a sleepy state for weeks but a blend of citruses, berries, spring water, and the constant scent of wild flowers were restoring his health.
Upon recovery, he woke up and said, "You must be the guardian spirit people claim they have seen. How can I thank you for everything?"
Her words were a blur. "Each step you take away from this mountain, you will remember me less."
When it was time, grandfather was walking down the slopes almost wi
The ThingI lay still in my bed,The Thing in Free Verse More Like This
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come back again,
IF they dare.
The Boy Who Wore A MaskThere once was a boy,The Boy Who Wore A Mask in Free Verse More Like This
His parents named him Todd.
In most ways he was normal,
But there was something odd.
Todd liked to wear a mask,
The reason was unknown.
He wore it day and night,
His face was never shown.
One day as Todd was playing
Outside his favourite hole,
A boy came running at him,
He only had one goal.
When the mask was taken,
What remained was quite a shock,
For instead of human features,
There lived but just one rock!
Now this rock was nothing special,
It didn't dance or sing.
Heck it wasn't even living,
It just didn't do a thing!
So the boy did what we all might,
He reached into Todd's face,
Wrapped his hands around the object
And removed it from its place.
He skipped off down the street
To play at the nearby lake.
Skimming rocks was his favourite
And now he couldn't wait!
"So what became of Todd?"
How kind of you to ask.
Poor Todd just lay there lifeless,
Beside his favourite mask.
Nothing But A PuppetI am nothing but a puppet,Nothing But A Puppet in Free Verse More Like This
A thing that you control.
A simple wooden toy,
I do not have a soul.
I am nothing but a puppet,
Someone to do your bidding.
Your demands from my body,
I am nothing but a puppet,
Your fingers pull my strings.
They pull in all directions,
I am nothing but a puppet,
My strings down by my sides,
Trailing closely right behind me,
My eternally bounding ties.
Mummy's BoyDAY 1Mummy's Boy in Free Verse More Like This
Well look, she awakes, from her slumber so sweet.
How are you feeling? How did you sleep?
Oh Mummy, dear Mummy, why do you cry?
Is it because of this knife? This one in your side?
Does it hurt when I twist it? When I move it slow?
How about when I force it as deep as it'll go?
Now, now, be still. Please try not to scream
Or those stitches will tear and your lips will bleed.
Now Mummy, I must go, I have guests on the way.
Don't worry, I'll be back. We have more games to play.
They say I have your eyes, "so deep and so blue;
A vision of beauty, honesty and virtue",
Oh how naive they are, how simple, how vain.
Your eyes of 'innocence' are now eyes of pain.
But why can't they be mine? Why must we share?
Who says these eyes are yours alone to bear?
No matter, I can fix that. All I need are these scissors
and those betraying orbs will no longer be with us.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
But Mummy, dear Mummy, where is your soul?
So two days have gone by, yet
The Angel's LamentThe bell tolls its haunting ring,The Angel's Lament in Free Verse More Like This
A tune to which the angels sing.
Their promise of exquisite things
Falls deaf on those without their wings.
The World Is Your Oyster (Collaborative Poem)Delicately, he driftsThe World Is Your Oyster (Collaborative Poem) in Free Verse More Like This
On the blanket of blue.
Like a ship with its crew.
Comic Book HeroWe met in the Summer, I was single and free,Comic Book Hero in Free Verse More Like This
So fragile and sweet, he took care of me.
He was so much fun, exciting and new,
It was all so amazing, too good to be true.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
Our romance was deep, like Superman and Miss Lane
Iron Man, Miss Potts, Spidey and Mary Jane.
He impressed me with gifts, and words sublime,
Affirmations of how he would always be mine.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
As time went by, his promises were lost.
His stories grew grander and my heart was the cost.
The hero, he ran. Where to? No one knows.
But a path of heart ache will follow where he goes.
Like a comic book hero, he too wore a mask.
Promises broken, our love not to last.
And his heart was
Grow Up KidI feel alone lately,Grow Up Kid in Free Verse More Like This
lost and hurt.
I try to tell my friends,
but they turn it into a contest.
Who's life is worse?
I get it
there are other people out there
who have it worse then me.
Yet venting isn't self centered.
Or I don't think it is.
I want to go back,
to when I was 5.
When I didn't know,
what this kind of hurt is.
When I didn't lay awake in bed,
lost and confused.
But you gotta grow up kid,
two more years,
then you're on your own.
Grow up kid,
because everyone is blaming this on hormones.
QuestionsFor some reason I've been thinking,Questions in Free Verse More Like This
Who would I be
If no one ever influenced me?
Would I still like the music
that i apparently love
if none of my friends told me they like it?
Would I dress the way I do
if I went in an empty store alone?
Not knowing what was "in" and "out"
Would I have picked up writing,
if we weren't told to in class?
Instead would I go and dance?
Would I still love my favorite movie,
if my best friends didn't say it was theirs?
Would I love something totally different?
What would I be like,
if I didn't have people telling me
what they love and hate?
Do I just agree to fit in?
That Was UsI lay awake in bed,That Was Us in Free Verse More Like This
staring up at the ceiling.
Not knowing what to do,
because I only want to be with you.
Then I start to laugh,
because the memories start coming back.
How we would joke around and say,
that was the worst way to spend a day.
How you would say,
that you won our "fights".
How I would say,
you just had some luck.
How you thought I was crazy,
for how many movies I haven't seen.
How I thought you were crazy,
for watching that many.
Then the sadness comes back.
Since I just had to fall for you,
right before you had to go.
What it Isn't, What it Ain'tBeauty isn't makeup.What it Isn't, What it Ain't in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty isn't paint.
Beauty isn't purchased.
Beauty isn't; it just ain't.
It's not a thing to be desired.
It comes all on its own.
Even if you have none, don't you worry:
Here is a secret not widely known.
Beauty isn't on the surface.
It's all on the inside.
This kind of pretty can't be faked,
Although many have tried.
It all depends: What's in your soul?
A princess or an ugly troll?
The qualities that you possess
(Like friendship, loyalty, truth, kindness)
Are what make you attractive.
Now go find your ever-after.
Dog-Eared and FlimsyThis notebook has been a friend to me.Dog-Eared and Flimsy in Free Verse More Like This
A good friend.
It is to me what Nick Carraway was to Gatsby:
It is even a companion (of sorts),
One who sits quietly,
Waiting to listen to my many thoughts.
It is simply there for me, whenever I need it,
Asking nothing in return.
It is very precious to me.
It is my pride and joy.
Keep your modernized designer notebooks made of recycled paper -
I have this one.
It's as unique and aged as a mountain, and could never be replaced.
You may not understand our relationship,
But if you're a writer, you will.
Out of the pen spill the things of our soul,
With a little ink thrown in for good measure.
This unimportant little book
Will stay behind once I am gone.
I don't know what will happen to it, but I suppose it won't really matter, then;
Be it discarded, burned, regarded as nothing,
Dissolve into dust and whisper-fade into the past.
For what are the thoughts of just another human being?
Hopea little girl stands on the corner ofHope in Free Verse More Like This
5th and main.
her shoes are tattered and torn
from the burden of service.
it's pouring rain, but she has an umbrella
(also quite a bit beat-up).
she looks up at the sky, raindrops splattering
on her face.
she wonders - as she has for a while - if any help will come.
but no, that's silly.
she's already seen too much
to believe in fairy tales.
the little girl searches the clouds a bit more,
then lets go of the umbrella.
the wind is so strong that immediately it's caught up and
just like a balloon.
she sits down
almost as if
that was her very last one.
WordsmithsTo all those who admire me, admire any authorWordsmiths in Free Verse More Like This
(simply for being a lunatic which in all tongues is called a writer):
There is something you must understand.
These words are not ours.
We did not create them.
They simply sit, waiting quietly in the dusty wings of our brain.
We are the directors of the play, telling the words where they must go, what message they must give to the audience, what they must represent.
The words, so quiet and compliant,
Impact others if we know how to use them skillfully.
For we are just hoping you will enjoy the show.
blue-birdThe only bright soulblue-bird in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lies within all of our hearts...
It is yellow, soft.
It was crushed by some
When it just wanted to sing
Give it wings to fly~
SkyeShe was as blind and beautiful as her namesake,Skye in Free Verse More Like This
Ever changing and evolving with the seasons of her mind.
She hid not a single emotion.
She always said what she was feeling.
Her face betrayed her, and she knew it not.
If you needed someone to talk to, she was there.
Every sensation experienced showed clear;
Even if you didn't want to see.
Sometimes you even forgot she was there.
She was calm, catastrophic, serene, stormy, heartbreaking, deep, confusing, ponderous, perfect, haunting, mysterious, amazing, inexplicable...
(And, of course, always nice to look at.)
Say Cheese.Hey, you can smile, right?Say Cheese. in Free Verse More Like This
Go ahead. Smile for us.
If you don't, people will complain you're depressed and ask questions.
So, come on. Lift the corners of your mouth (like this, see?) into a curved line. There we go. Nice and sweet. Kind of like those kisses he used to give you.
Next, say you're fine. Add more artificiality if they don't believe you. Hold back tears.
When the worrisome inquirer finally gives up and leaves, hide all feelings that may prove problematic.
The next day, wake up.
press muteSleeppress mute in Free Verse More Like This
Is like falling into a deep abyss;
Though you are not afraid of the fall, nor the impact.
Come to think of it, there isn't an impact, really;
Just soft, gentle arms waiting
That sweep you away into a beautiful land of
NumbThe initial shock has quite worn off,Numb in Free Verse More Like This
I've now been injected with pain.
It's to keep me dormant, I've heard.
To keep me from feeling anything else.
I've become quite accustomed to my daily dosage of anguish;
After all, it was prescribed to me fifty-eight days ago.
One emotion still remains.
It's not fear, sorrow, or misery;
Those three form an undercurrent whose pull has become natural.
This one that persists - nagging, you could say -
Resides in my chest, filling it,
making my heart and head feel light.
(side effects may include swelling)
Others cling to it. Some are inspired by it.
It is a good feeling, hope.
Then why does it hurt so bad?
Dear SocietyPaint me over.Dear Society in Free Verse More Like This
With your words, your rules, your regulations;
Your policies, contracts,your abominations.
With your lies, judgments, sins,infatuations;
Your hate, your order, your secret combinations.
Stifle creativity, unravel joy,
Throw around common sense
Like it's just a toy.
Redefine our limits, standards,
Color outside the lines.
You are in charge, not those who designed you,
So go ahead and polish 'til you shine.
Once you've gone and had your fun,
You'll be completely smooth.
Of course, it's better for everyone,
No ugly semblance of truth.
It'll be just as Montag said,
Nothing to bother us.
Nothing to hinder us.
So I'm just here to say:
I'm done fighting you.
I don't want to anymore.
So I'm giving you permission.
You can wipe me across the floor.
After all, I'm just an air bubble,
Standing between you and total control.
I'll just sit back as you crush me,
Watching society take its own toll.
Escape With Poetry.My poetry,Escape With Poetry. in Free Verse More Like This
It becomes something else,
When i wan't to escape,
My words cover pages,
And start to melt.
Out of this pencil,
My words flow like sap,
Straight from a tree,
So slow but at the same time,
They're quick like lightning.
When i want to escape,
My sad little world,
With a snap of my fingers,
And a flick of my pen,
I flow into this world,
Again and again.
A Killing Thought.Lost and lonelyA Killing Thought. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
In a chilling mind cave,
Lost in thought
From a killing brain wave.
Someone please save me
From this evil omen
That I like to call
It's taking over
And it's grabbing the gun,
This cant be real,
Please let me run.
I'm picking up the pieces of this mind,
Searching for a reason
To stay here and love,
To see and not be blind,
To not be a case of treason,
To not finally run
And hide above.
Suicide.By Tom O'DanielSuicide. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The taste of victory taste the sweetest,
Yet feel of defeat is the worst,
The defeat is the newest,
I feel it's an upcoming curse.
Fighting for the answer,
But not knowing how,
To accept what's coming,
Or what am I feeling now.
I am feeling pain,
But somehow I'm numb,
Feeling acid rain,
I fear my life is done.
When you find my bones,
I will be long gone,
Laying in a hole,
I know it was wrong.
Goodbye to everyone,
Goodbye to me,
I wont see you next time you see the sun,
When I'm beneath the ground
Under six feet.
The Sadist Girl.I was against all girls who were beautifulThe Sadist Girl. in Free Verse More Like This
But now I have been going against that belief.
A sudden burst of intelligence
Makes all the matters in the word
Fly by with relief.
A beautiful girl has come into my life
With promises of the lovingly sharpened knife,
Masochistic love is what it's about,
Oh I wont feel the pain
I have no doubt.
Drink from my vein
You sadist girl
While your eyes look up like a polished pearl,
I bet it tastes so metallically sweet,
Ah, our love is a burning heat.
Love me sweet
Like nobody else,
I'll give you my life
Without a second thought,
I trust you more than anyone else
It's what I have always sought.
I love you so,
Please love me forever
And never let go,
This masochist couldn't handle that pain
But I can handle your drink, my vein.
Electric Angels.Electric Angels. in Free Verse More Like This
By Tom O'Daniel.
Fly down at night,
I'm the only viewer,
Of this magnificent sight.
A boy and a girl,
Both angels alike,
Dance through the grass,
In the dead of the night.
Electric blue chills,
Shooting down my spine,
As I gaze from the hills,
These angels take flight.
Right before my eyes,
Two angels electrify the night,
With blue sparks of light,
Up at incredible heights.
They dance away into the woods,
To electrify, what no angels could,
I hear them cry until bright dawn,
Angels electrified the darkened blue night,
The darkened blue night.
Heart Sucker.Heart Sucker. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Loving your being,
Is blinding me from seeing,
The truth of how you feel,
That I'm your next meal.
Eating others love,
To fire your own ego,
The heavens from above,
Created it centuries ago.
They made it to protect,
What would come about,
The sucking of your insect,
And the massive blood drought.
So drink up sweetie,
It's your last meal,
You're going to pay,
For what you did,
From those who hid.
The Locked Mind.The Locked Mind. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
By Tom O'Daniel
Cool wind blowing,
Minds of knowing,
What comes here,
Before the end?
Something we know,
That we do not show,
Inside your head.
Look for it now,
And show me how,
You contemplate it,
When the line is read.
But you don't know,
When the minds are glowing,
Your minds a cloud,
The time is dead.
You're waiting for nothing,
So just show me something,
That's called your head.
It's locked in chains,
Inside it's just plain dead.
That Innocent Child, Gone. "Nobody will ever let you knowThat Innocent Child, Gone. in Free Verse More Like This
When you ask the reasons why,
They just tell you that you're on your own
Filling your head full of lies."
Confusion builds behind their eyes
Clouding what they could have seen,
What is this coming to?
What have they lost this time?
They lost all that they cared about
And they think they've lost their mind,
The child has lost its faith
And they feel so incredibly blind.
Lies and cuts push to the surface
Making an innocent child's face look sick,
They look at you bawling their eyes out
And you see the pain in their bloody tear.
What could have possibly happened
To make something so pure
Become such a stranger?
Everything that happened to them made them afraid,
Everything that made them scared won't go away,
Every ounce of pain is building up behind their smile,
That poor little child grabs a blade.
"I wonder if I could feel more pain,
I wonder if this could compare,
I wonder how this will all come through
I wonder if I'll stop this
Nightmares Kill FaithWaking up late at nightNightmares Kill Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Crying because you have no sight,
Darkness whistles like a piercing screech
And your ears wish to hear the sound of speech.
They wish they could hear those special words,
"It will be okay you'll be saved by the lord"
But really you will lay there so cold and alone
Learning that when it's over there will be no home.
You fall back to sleep and your eyes become heavy
The nightmare comes back and the tears break the levy,
You cry and you wish that sleep would soon come
But as long as you feel there is no hope
You'll sit there lifeless and tie up the rope.
The Mysterious DayPlease know I'm sorryThe Mysterious Day in Free Verse More Like This
I know that you're hurting,
Please let this go,
Please know I'm falling,
Down into the lowest low
The one thing that you've always known
But never had the heart to show.
My eyes are drowning
And my heart is aching,
Please know that I'm aware,
I can't see this ending,
I can't understand a thing
My heart is weakening,
It's coming apart too fast
And I can't stand the fact
That it's not going to last,
I fear the ending has already past.
These hearts die beneath the sky
While these eyes drown under the tears,
Our minds cry, gazing through the window
And our tears blur what we should know,
So hold on and sit tight
We have to survive this dreary night,
Again like before I have to hold you
So I know you're safe and not alone,
Sing so I can hear you; shake so I can feel you
Just be there, so I can see you.
Cries sound from under the steam
Caused by tears from a heated mind,
Another night of aching eyes,
It's killing me enough to see you cry,
Why can't this be over
So we bo
Running On FumesRunning On Fumes in Free Verse More Like This
Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
For The Love of HumanityFor The Love of Humanity in Free Verse More Like This
Come with me my Love,
To fly away from this pestilence of the spirit.
This burden upon our hearts.
These shackles that bind us must now break.
Take my hand now,
and run with me...
Run until we defy nature...
and take flight to the cosmos!
Away from this all!
Our enchanted delight will defy
whatever seeks to dominate!
I pray not for Death to take us away,
to lift us to God...
I pray for an abatement to our strain.
From this oppression that encumbers
Though we become stronger with each second,
the crushing weight is of all unwanted...
I refuse to be strung up and gutted,
like an animal for food...
By a beast lacking humanity!
Therefore, once more I rebel,
As is chosen so out of affection to my love,
And not childish infatuation...
I chose so for it is necessity...
and my vows are clear
and never to be questioned,
by just another fool of a human.
Mine SweeperMine Sweeper in Free Verse More Like This
Tighten the blindfold as you plant mines in
the fields where flowers should go, and be picked.
Tread stumbling under a drunken veil as your rioting
nerves loot the last remnants of reason within you.
Allow your sanity to fall victim to the systematic madness,
that from day one grew within you.
Pity will be that rusted shovel to fills one of
the open graves that already inhabit that dreaded field.
The graves, merely open wholes from the former seats of mines,
from this song and dances history.
What more can be done, past the repetition of returning to square one,
fallen on a sword of false humility?
The con is no longer clothed in deception and stands
naked in one of those accursed graves.
Her voice is putrid, of a terrible act, diving off a devils
tongue shaped like a fork in the road.
Perhaps your final tears will sprout flowers over
the small patch of dirt, as I intend to leave none.
Fallen From On HighFallen From On High in Free Verse More Like This
Embrace sweet calamity,
The darkness which engulfs you now.
Apollyon, of that intrepid verse,
Now awaits, drooling with a gaping mouth.
Of temptation, the liars tongue,
Striking up the deals that bring you only to ruin
Just below, Tartarus waits for you...
And the patient welcoming shall be of no surprise.
Embrace now, bitter calamity...
The retribution that has longed for thy touch.
The clustered storm, prolonged, procrastinated,
hovers over to knock you down.
The portal, that vortex, to plunge you down.
Have you to own, no peace...
only what is allowed to your filthy hands...
The Manual of The CorruptedThe Manual of The Corrupted in Free Verse More Like This
Make thee a blade of thy tongue,
the path before you is weary and black...
Cut a way through, and create a means from chaos.
Write the oath upon passing souls,
As then it may never washed...
Stricken from existence....
Just as your opposers shall soon be.
Make a pen of thy hands, to write new,
a history written in tainted blood.
Destroy whatever must now be obliterated...
Of Anarchy and discourse shall be the
reign of the so called justified powers.
Decimate all that you wish,
and rebuild as you please...
Make a madness of thy sanity,
The arrogant mind shall govern
the narcissistic ego,
and to its own, the former self,
shall be wiped with filth by such a demonic lust
Forget shall you ,all that is love.
Playing With One's FoodPlaying With One's Food in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I write these words with tears depleting from my bloodshot eyes, by the dim light of the stars and the moon, upon a piece of paper I managed by luck to find. My efforts have been more than human nature would normally allow, yet the results are not as I predicted, favorable. I've not slept in days, and I now hide from what I pray are mere hallucinations brought about my forced insomnia. I never knew how utterly terrifying this journey would become, nor could I have ever predicted it. To whomever finds this note, chances are that it's far too late for you.
He begins with the sleep, and uses that as a means to make you more of the likes of a beast. It is for whatever reason, that this fancies him and his desire...it matters not where you hide, you cannot stay there for long...he can smell you, hear you, feel your very being from quite some distance.
The mind of a human is his most favored plaything...he will warp and tease it with the likes of starvation, dehydration
Genre, Oh GenreGenre, Oh Genre in Free Verse More Like This
Shame befalls me, for what the muses inspire.
Is such the magnet of my psyche? Such dreadful words from pen to paper?
I question not my sanity, only the purposes for which
such written things flow from me, as to what message is to be sent...
Though dedication fills me to the brink, so does a constant curiosity...
overflowing to the shores of embarrassment.
Shame befalls me, but I write as a messenger, and my muses come from Above,
where even dreaded words are sometimes called for.
Reaching Out To SanityReaching Out To Sanity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
An Open Curtain to ExistenceAn Open Curtain to Existence in Free Verse More Like This
As of now, in seconds of the moment,
do gears turn behind the scenes
of a system in action of constant breath.
At the darker sides of opened curtains,
where the strings are pulled, some up some down...
manipulated, the changing set and scenery...
to each their own, the improvised choice of every actor,
specific roles without scripts...
as an ageless audience watches on.
Reflection of the DeityReflection of the Deity in Free Verse More Like This
A mirror stares blankly to the south,
and a hand wipes away the ash and dust that cover its face.
Like an opening curtain to a horror story,
A past left behind bellows with painful moans.
The mirror trembles, as the billows of smoke
are forged out of the old born antagonism.
A single tear descends from the watchful
eye of the Beholder, just before the mirror cracks.
The many faces now stare off into many directions,
yet much of the Smokey billows remain in sight.
The Stone MaidenOnce while in the wasteland wood,The Stone Maiden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I came upon the one who stood
Forever cast in stone was she,
Amongst the trees for none to see.
She stood with chin still tilted high,
Defiance shining in her eye.
But she was trapped by witches' spell
And stuck inside a stony shell.
Love's first kiss could set her free,
And together we would be.
I never knew of who she was
but I could end her ceaseless pause.
So I crept close and caught her hand
Frozen still by cursed command
I held her hip within my grip,
And placed a kiss upon her lips.
The rise and fall of life began;
Across my jaw her fingers ran.
Rosy hue flushed up her cheek
She beamed at me, but didn't speak.
Then suddenly, the marshland swayed
Magic bade for prices paid.
The maiden held me close for fear
Of hidden crones that might be near.
But violent winds had knocked me back
Enchanted thorns and brush attacked.
My maiden screamed and cried for help
But no one heard her frantic yelps.
I found myself upon my feet
Bless the AngelsClouded with the swelling lightBless the Angels in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of breaking summer dawn,
The sky is barely peeking
Through the early morning yawn.
Gladdened heights of tinted smoke
Lounge above the glade,
Watching idly all the ones
Who hum a hymn today.
The bells of silver and of brass--
They chime a tuneless song.
Reaching to the yielding fields
And calling home the throng.
There they go with books in hand
To slip through mighty doors.
They scurry over cobblestones
Like ev'ry week before.
They kneel and ask a blessing
From the patron of the day.
Then ask to be forgiven
For their callow, wicked way.
The preacher gives the sermon--
Sad and yet sublime.
But through the congregation
A person shyly winds.
A hand tugs on the preacher's robe
A clinch unto his tongue.
He bends and gives attention
To the speaker small and young.
She eyes the crowd of gazers,
And whispers in his ear,
a stretch of doubtful silence
which lingers on for years.
Then she hides behind the preacher,
Their fingers now entwined.
The preacher meets the
A Lonely SpiritA lonely spirit guiding from a far-off lonely cageA Lonely Spirit in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Made of stars and dreams and words,
Alive with endless age.
Waits the rising sun for fate upon divine decree
All depends upon His act
And what He wills to see.
Fear and Uncertainty"Abel."Fear and Uncertainty in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Deep brown eyes flicked to her as he twisted his neck, chin balanced on his shoulder to look at her. His eyes were startled at first, then confused, but they eventually settled into a calm brightness. He turned his body slowly to face her, hands moving lightly to hold the table he stood before.
She stood in the doorway, eyes hooded, regarding him with a practiced nothingness to them. Her own fingers wrapped around her arms, rubbing back and forth across her overlarge jacket.
"Cam," Abel said. "You didn't say you were coming." his eyes flicked back to the ground, as if he were ashamed to have said what he said. She watched him in the long, stretching quiet; she saw his throat bob as he swallowed.
"Didn't know I would be here," she explained. She took a slow step, shoes clipping hard against the floor as she got closer to the man standing so stiffly across the room. He didn't move except to clear his throat and duck his head, and she came to stop directly in front of him, hands s
Strike the ChordSoothe the wicked soul inside.Strike the Chord in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strike the chord; your son has lied.
Born of laughter, dying blind.
Play the chord, your son has lied.
Learn to live and play the note.
Colors bright and shredded coat.
Turn around and let them see
watch them bow to King of Dreams.
Son of Jesse save your babe,
Dead upon the seventh day.
Sadly wait and play your chord--
Sons are taken by the sword.
Counting stars above your head,
As much as ev'ry grain of sand
Evr'y single one is yours,
Except the one, so play the chord.
Weak in body, strong in soul,
Witnessed passing of the old.
Brought by fire to the lord,
Playing knowingly the chord.
Jedidiah, Loved by Lord,
Once you also played the chord.
Wise you were, but never well
Falling when the Temple fell.
Blest you've been with many gifts--
Wonders, miracles, and bliss
Never any hymns afford.
Please strike up and play the chord.
Though it is a lonely sound,
With bitterness and grief is crowned;
Deep within is something sweet
Run Like Little MenApril showers bring May flowers;Run Like Little Men in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Summer brings delight.
Somber singing Winter brings,
of marchers to the fight.
Wander through the snow and frost,
and find the Dead Man's trail.
For to you, the Spring is lost
when coffin meets the nail.
You will never see the dawn
of blinking Summer sun.
Dead you'll be upon the lawn
unless you turn and run.
Run like little mice you are!
Run like little men!
Lest dead eyes stare at the stars
and battles rage again!
Listen Little Man for truth;
Tis best for you to flee.
For before there was a you,
ran ratty little me.
The Grave to the WindAging Draught who drifts across the westThe Grave to the Wind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a child warm against a mother’s rising breast,
Dips himself to wander with the weeds
And listen to the rattle deep beneath.
“We are roots,” a cry from deep within,
That reaches out to tangle with the wind.
He presses close within the earth to know
Who moans so deeply and so emptily below.
“We are roots –“ the barren rue of dust,
“rusting under buildings built to rust.
Where royals rest, there listen for the lull,
For they lie to say a cry was never cried at all.
At the BarThe bar stool was hot, the bar even hotter a sweltering mix a' drink n' smoke that seemed to squeeze the air outta the room and filter in between ev'ry stir of breath. Men sat in noisy circles in the back, shoutin' and laughin' and swearin' in a chorus; but up at the front a' the bar, a scattered row of men sat, all quiet. Ev'ryone knew that men with lives sat in the back, drinkin' for fun and for bein' young. Eve'yone knew that broken men sat at the bartender's lefty, just in reach for pint after pint teh drink their brokenness 'way.At the Bar in Short Stories More Like This
That's where I sat, near the far wall of the bar and on the oldest stool waitin' there jist for me, an Irish Car Bomb at its nose and right next to the Jimi Hendricks pinball machine. Sometimes I miss ol' Jimi, cause I knew 'im so well. Sometimes I miss 'im just cause I need somethin teh miss.
But this ain't jist a story 'bout the Barking Spider, or how much I miss it sometimes, so I'll git on with it. That night is a little hazey, though. I
I don't understand honey...What?I don't understand honey... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't know what you're talking about honey
When you go on and on about all the bad shit you see
Every word you speak is leaking
leaking of sorrow
leaking of pain
I don't see it like that hun'
'Cause all I see is the good times we had
I see your smiling face
'cause you beat me in this game too
I hear your laughter
and teasing words
as I'm being all silly again
I feel your arms around me
as you pull me closer
in a hug to make me feel safe again
'cause you've scared me with that spider-thing again
All I see is smiling faces and sparkle-eyes
All I hear is a laughing couple sharing the secret of love
All I feel is butterflies in the sky and the touch of your hand on mine
So when you speak of this so called "misery"
of all this pain
that you've carried for far too long
It breaks my heart you see
'cause I thought you were happy, too
My secretLet me tell you a secretMy secret in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So listen carefully...
if you take my hand
but let me lead
If you would just trust me
when I say I'm not like them
If you show me mercy
by wiping the tears of my cheeks when I'm sad
If you let me feel home, safe and protected
just hug me tight and never let go
If you would just have faith in me
Then I promise you one thing
I promise you will never ever have to be alone again
I promise you that love...
Haunted...A girl is walking in the empty corridor, but something is wrong. She walks a little too fast, she's a little too hesitated. It's making her stumble, making her jump away from something you wont see. Almost as if she's haunted.Haunted... in Emotional More Like This
A shadow strikes by. A glance of a stranger she once knew everything about. She closes her eyes, walking faster, trying to escape, trying to get out of here. But it's all in her head you see, it's all just for her, almost as if she's haunted.
Voices, laughter, a secret promise so filled with love, she can hear it all far too well. But it's only a little girl, so defenseless, so scared, in this empty corridor. Alone but still with the presence of something, almost as if she's haunted.
But then the feeling of a hug hits her. It hits her hard, she has to run. Few steps in panic. A few steps before she collapses on the floor, no one is there, no one is near. Only the memory of something which used to bring such joy, such peace. Now it only brings pain, pain 'cause it
What if I don't believe this bullshit?Baby...What if I don't believe this bullshit? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
May I ask you something?
If I told you of my secrets, my worries
wouldn't you listen, wouldn't you help me?
If I hugged you tight and never wanted to let go
would you seriously look at me with disgrace?
If I kissed you
would you r
What do you see?When you look into my eyesWhat do you see? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What do you see?
When you speak my name
When you pull me close
Are you really that broken?
So you no longer feel the love I give
The affection I show
Or the hope my eyes try to be
Come over here now
Tell me your truth
Show me those tears
And I'll tell you my truth
Show you my fears
I'll tell you about a girl
A girl who found hope in the most hopeless boy
Let me wipe the dripping sorrow of your cheeks
as I figure out what you need right now
Let me be the first person ever to be there for you
I'll tell you this story,
I'm sure you will appreciate it
the girl is cute and boy so strong
A happy ending too, just as it should be
Just as it will be
So come over here now
Crawl up into my arms
Let me listen to your heartbeat
so I can hear you be alive and healthy with me
and I'll let you listen to my calming voice
so you can relax and learn how to rely on someone
Then tell me, when you look into my eyes
what do you see?
A freezing mistakeMaybe I really was wrongA freezing mistake in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe I was out in the cold for too long
but baby when you speak like that
When I'm the one thing you look at
When you touch me
as if you want me to see
how you've lost and found and then lost again
but with me there is no pain
I wanted it to be true so badly
It made me forget how to move carefully
So now it's my turn
to feel the burn
Yeah, I might have been wrong
but baby, you were the one out in the cold for too long
Blood on the dancefloor!Bodies movingBlood on the dancefloor! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Sorry I can't hear you darling
The music is too loud"
Soon I wont see you either honey
The silence my phone speak is killing me
piece by piece
Too bad boys
My heart is already taken
A dress tied up too tight
a heart slowly breaking into a million pieces
Someone must save me now
Something is cracking
Something is falling apart
Someone must take me away from here now
come on, take me by the hand
Oh what the hell
skip the sappy talk
just take the lead
and lead me out of this god forsaken house
Save me from myself
Save me from the cracking sound
It makes echos in my head
If you can save me only for that brief moment
Then let so be
let me escape that moment
But baby hurry up now please
I hear the heart breaking
It's scary as hell, can't you hear it?
If you wait now it'll all be too late
I can hear a heart cracking
I think the heart is mine!
Will you fight?Please tell me you'll fight this fight for me?Will you fight? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I need you to help me
I've realized now
I won't do this on my own
If you fall I'll fall with you
I'm that crazy bridge-jumping girl people should have warned you about
Now it's too late though
I reach out a hand
Asking you for this last favor
Will you help me up?
Will you keep on breathing with me?
Light turned into evilSince when did you become the devil?Light turned into evil in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Since when did light turn evil?
I'm running and running
running of panic
running of fear
nothing make the devil walk out of here
the chaos around me
it's all I can see
it's all I can hear
I need someone
I need someone to tell me
Try to be still
Don't move and I'll mend that broken vein
Just lay still for a little while...
Everythings is just a black hole of pain
What's the point then?
When the light in my life
The man who was supposed to be my savior
My own little angel
When the savior became the source of pain
The devil who haunts me
Is the same
as the one who keeps me alive these days...
You, yes you. I love you. Deal with it ... please?The first boy to take me by the handYou, yes you. I love you. Deal with it ... please? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The first boy to say "Hey, your hands are too cold!"
The first boy to hear my silence
The first boy to really understand me
The first boy to see my scars, before I even knew it
The first boy to really get worried for me
The first boy to really feel me
Now I hope, with my shaky, cold hands
with all complicated little me
Now I wait, with all my problems
with my loud silence
Now I give you time, without knowing how that works out
without any insurances
Maybe I get my happy ending
At any case
I'll always love you
No, I don't care about your flaws and mistakes
I just love you.
And yes, I blame you and all your wonderfulness for it.
Deal with it.
obituary"He died, peacefully,obituary in Free Verse More Like This
in his sleep."
Tell me, how
can you possibly know that?
You don't know
what death is any more
than I do. How do you
know he wasn't
wide awake; thrashing and gasping
in the dark?
Hoping and praying - pleading
with fate - for just
a little while longer.
one more year so
that he can walk
his daughter down the aisle
and watch his son
one more year so
he and his wife - his childhood
sweetheart - can celebrate
forty years of marriage.
one more year so
he can escape the terror
that is death. But,
what do I know?
Someone else will be lying
upon me tomorrow - upon
the last resting place
of a dying man - and he,
the patient of yesteryear,
will be nothing
but a false memory
to soothe the loved ones
of those taken,
from my care.
SheThere is one aspect of human culture which has always surprised me to the point of amusement: you believe wholeheartedly, or so your many representations and adaptations of me would suggest, that Death is a man. Each time I collect a soul I cannot help but chuckle as they stare dumbfounded at the swell of a bosom beneath my robe.She in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(A robe, I feel I should add, that is white and not black. My job can be miserable enough; I have no need to drape myself in such a drab shade.)
Fear not, reader. I am not about to bore you with a hearty feminist rant, it does not bother me never has and never will that my job has been assumed as a male role. After all, everything you think you know about me is wrong, so how can I take offence at something which is so far from me?
I must admit, I cackled most when I learned of the scythe I supposedly carry everywhere. Do you know how many people die within an hour? I would be worn out if I had to carry such a ghastly, heavy thing ar
The Devil's HourThere was an empty space in the blankets beside her and she shivered; cold and alone in the dark. Hand fumbling through the pile of food wrappers beside her pillow, she managed to find Damon's phone. 3:03am according to the screen, though she had to squint through her smudged eyeliner to read the digits; the brightness made her eyes water.The Devil's Hour in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She gently tossed the phone aside with a groan, hearing it rustle its way through the pile of rubbish, and dropped her face against her pillow. It was too late or early for this. Where had he gone this time?
Still half asleep, she stumbled from their makeshift bedroom, the bridge of her nose creasing against the smell of damp, and cursed when she stubbed her big toe on a protruding nail.
Next time they decided to squat somewhere, she was going to choose the place.
It was only a small house, and she soon found him in the little room