WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying stars
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
Seven Sins 1: Lust (The Squire)What is this mindless mood I mourn?Seven Sins 1: Lust (The Squire) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I brush her bloody hands as she ignores my cries,
And I will not hate but say heed these sighs.
Once I desired her darling delight,
As I perished by poison to forget about her pitiful plight.
Her face fixes it's gaze upon mine,
Bordered with raven hair knotted and bold,
Was she really young or was my heart too old?
How I would watch her from atop a white hill,
Waiting until sad skies hailed a stormy sign.
What is this elusive emotion I elope?
I touch her taut lips as she walks by me,
And I do not stop but ask when will she see?
Once I lusted her loving lamentation,
As I stared in silence for her scarlet seduction.
Her face fades it's smile away now,
Sullied with pale rain marred and still,
Was she really evil or was my mind too ill?
How I would wander to see her in a red town,
Tormenting until glad ghosts wailed a grisly glow.
What is this fearsome feeling I feel?
I catch her cold eyes as she passes me by,
And I cannot help but ask why did she die?
The Writer's One Second SparkSense no darkness when I am wide awake and on fire,The Writer's One Second Spark in Free Verse More Like This
I could do this for another second, another minute, another hour.
Oh what creativity in this cortex that blossoms like the simple flower,
How these intricate rhymes of innocent words give my heart,
Such a pounding energy of pride to recycle my writer's power.
Sense no blindness when I am wide awake and full of desire,
I could do this for another day, another week, another year.
Oh what brilliance in this brain that emotes like the complex tear,
How those delicate rhythms of distant beats give my soul,
Such a resounding spark of arrogance to rekindle my writer's fear.
Hell's AngelAll I need is an angel from hell,Hell's Angel in Free Verse More Like This
She's the only beauty who can control my desire,
When she breaks the ice and kisses me with fire.
I've been asleep for so long when I return to life,
The cherubim of heaven will hear my soul yell.
All I need is an angel from hell,
She'll be my fair lady who will purge my regret,
When she calms the thunder with tears she wept.
I've been lost for all time but now I have no strife,
The seraphim of heaven will ring out an immortal bell.
All I need is an angel from hell,
She can do no wrong when all I see is her honesty,
When she slays the wind in those skies of piety.
I've been alone for an eternity now she's my wife,
The children of heaven will curse us: We of minds so fell.
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.
CorruptionSoft with crows you sumptuous walk,Corruption in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
stroll dark roads entombed in night.
Stolen souls somnolent ceaseless talk,
black tales wove with cunning sight.
Words crack fractured tears of frost,
bare starved branches silent sway.
Stark leaves by cruel winds tossed,
beneath the heavens clouded grey.
Blood lies crimsoned on the slate,
dead men stirred sup second life.
Servants sweep from Satan's gate,
summoned to your slaking knife.
So the four ride upon your breath
PESTILENCE WAR FAMINE DEATH
Four-and-Twenty CultistsSing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).Four-and-Twenty Cultists in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw angels dance with devils
under winter's crystal sky.
Old men passed between them,
crying "Dead men never die!"
Then the oceans fell before us,
as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.
Now Satan awakes slowly,
like shadows on the sands.
Together we beg forgiveness,
as he lacerates our hands.
The landscape lies broken,
as stones roll through the hills.
Stars are growing brighter,
fed by blood of untold kills.
Death bends his toxic breath,
exuding nameless streams.
and crimson coloured dreams.
How one Dead Views the LivingMy life had always been painted in sombre greys. In death, how it blossoms!How one Dead Views the Living in Short Stories More Like This
When the rains come, the watery drops fall like tears of ink: echoing and dancing across sparkling sapphire puddles. The sun, a golden mystic orb, shedding its beauty on all it touches.
I see rustic weather-beaten cragged faces of the old, set with eyes of faded blue. I behold bright smiles and blushes upon the fat cheeks of the young. My ears prickle with the twirling thousand-noted song of birds. The beauty of all these things I never observed in life, now bursts upon my ripened senses - in death.
In a trance I view this new-found paradise. Life, I have come to realise, is most beautiful to the spectator. The spectator has no need for understanding or judgement.
I look upon a derelict dilapidated street, filthy with squalor. I cast my eyes over the crumbling paintwork of rotting window frames, housing broken panes. Here and there sickly weeds break through mouldering masonry.
Oh what a picture, what a spectac
RevelationsI saw Him rise and He does exist,Revelations in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
came and saved a sinning atheist.
Showed me light when I saw none,
paved the way for the path I'm on.
Now I know what's required of me,
the Lord has come and set me free.
With pen in hand I write this line,
and watch the stars as they realign,
Others laugh and call me names,
they'll soon perish in His flames!
None of them would take a look,
as I opened up the holy Book!
I pray and plead to join the throng,
worshipers that know Your song!
Come take me to the distant place,
insane in the arms of mad embrace!
Oh Great Lord Cthulhu!
HP Lovecraft's Blasphemous Quest for... MilkAs I sit here, a ruined man, I pray that mankind may never come to know the hideous Truth that drove my mind from the pitiful jest grinning fools term 'reality', and deep into the damnable gulfs of screaming insanity.HP Lovecraft's Blasphemous Quest for... Milk in Short Stories More Like This
It was on a brooding day in that most blasphemous month of March when I set out upon my fateful quest. The preceding night I had disinterred the final carton of homogenised lactic potable from my hideously-aged refrigeratory machine. Now, the morning of the 12th, I was desirous that this worthy liquid be replenished in time for that most noble and beautiful of ancient man's aureate ceremonies: breakfast.
The hideous rising sun had scarce penetrated the ghoul-haunted abysses of night, when an abominable stab of hunger assailed the narrow confines of my stomach.
Long had I dreaded the arrival of this evil omen; this mocking portent.
In the preceding weeks I had amassed apparatus and equipment in anticipation of the dread event. Long nights had I spent studying ancien
The Curse of Octavia (Archaic Horror Story!)~7,000 words, complete story. Cookies at the end!The Curse of Octavia (Archaic Horror Story!) in Short Stories More Like This
It was a golden autumn day when I first beheld Octavia drifting through the winding woods, her small footsteps crunching over the fallen leaves. Burning crimsons, fiery oranges and washed-out browns all lay about her feet. Her hair was long, flowing auburn; her face and figure brilliant and dainty, with some elusive mesmeric grace whose origin I failed to trace. But it was her eyes that held me; they were dark liquid pools of eternity, their depths unfathomable, mysterious and serene. In those wells of midnight wonder, something wild, pagan and mischievous seemed to lurk; it was in the subtle shades of light that played across their lustre, making them flash amid the waning rays of coming dusk.
She stopped before me, seemingly arrested by my gaze. It was this that brought my senses flooding back to me. I realised, with a shock, how rudely I'd been surveying her as I lost myself in contemplation of her bewitching beauty.
I uttered a brie
Innsmouth Girl (Uptown Girl Parody)Innsmouth girlInnsmouth Girl (Uptown Girl Parody) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's been living in her Innsmouth world
I bet she's never had unchanged guy
I bet the Marshes never told her why
I'm gonna try for an Innsmouth girl
She's been living in her black reef world
As long as anyone with fine gills can
And now she's looking for a Arkham man
That's what I am
And then she knows what
He wants from His Sign
And then He'll wake up
And shake up her mind
She'll see I'm not so tough
I'm in love with an Innsmouth girl
You know I've seen her in her Innsmouth world
She's getting tired of her sea port's noise
And all her trinkets from her Innsmouth boys
She's got a choice
You know I can watch her gills unfurl.
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She'll understand what kind of guy I've been
And then I'll swim
And when she's changing
She's looking so fine
And when she's swimming
She'll say that it's time
She'll say I'm not so tough
Just because I'm in love
With an Innsmouth girl
She's been living i
Death's Garden (A Short Story)The midday sun hung like a single flaming eye in the burning azure sky. My rough-spun robes of coarse hessian trailed lazily in the dusty sands. I had been walking for hours, and even the sap in my gnarled walking staff seemed to boil in this inhospitable terrain. I paused and sat carefully upon an ancient weather-whipped rock. Every bone in my worn-out body ached and throbbed. I reached for a battered old flask, uncorked the stopper and tipped the contents down my parched throat - nothing. It was empty. Sighing, I slowly stood upward again; sinews and joints groaning and creaking noisy protestations. Lately I was beginning to feel the weight of my years pushing down heavily upon my spin like a mounting load of bricks. Every time I made this journey, I though it would be my last. Perhaps today I was right.Death's Garden (A Short Story) in Short Stories More Like This
I scanned the horizon. The cottage should be here. Despair, fear and loneliness curdled in my stomach. I was lost. I gazed to the South, as the heat wavered and flickered, swimming q
A Supervisor of Souls (SHORT STORY)I play souls like violins, each strikes a different note. I collect them in coloured jars in this limitless labyrinth. Here: a merchant banker's soul! His is pale azure and smells of honey. Listen! It makes the sound of a tin can falling down a spiral staircase! This one: a skilled acrobat's. Colour? Burnt-out red with splashes of lemon! Aroma? Rosemary and sycamore leaves! Sound? Tinkling bells in a rainstorm! Let's move on...A Supervisor of Souls (SHORT STORY) in Short Stories More Like This
There are hundreds here. Thousands. Millions. Billions. Every day. More!
Here, I'll show you something nice. We'll pass together through all these dark, winding corridors lit with cluttering, squabbling, glowing jars. See how their pulsing, dancing, colourful cocktail of kaleidoscopic light spills into the dark!
Hear that? A billion sounds combing into a single sound. The noise that every colour of paint would make if you mixed them together: grubby brown, not quite uniform.
Quick, down this way. We still have a long way to go. These corridors, this place, makes
NaPoWriMo Day 14 - The Crow KingCrow King, death surmounts you raven hair,NaPoWriMo Day 14 - The Crow King in Free Verse More Like This
your sunken eye belies despair.
Summoned to you throne of rocks,
passed your fellows all in flocks,
where brambles rambled,
on that path I walked to seek you...
Crow King, I am come to bend before your throne,
in this wilderness of souls, your own.
Bring down the bridge that stabs the skies,
wherein there lies the sacred land of muted cries.
Your eyes, cold Hells that bloom and blaze,
let me slip away my days, in the court of velvet night.
Take me in your cloaks and sigh...
sigh my sins away.
Crow King, why keep me from your looming bridge?
The ridge between our worlds must fall,
Keep me in your wings, enthrall me in your blackest pall.
Take me. I wish my soul away.
Crow King, you turn your cruel beaked-face from mine.
What then is my crime, that you should keep me from my climb?
That line ahead, that winding thread, that creeps around the bracken bend...
Will you keep me, from my end?
Crow King, is this then it? No bridge be lowered?
ApsaraFind me sunken into theApsara in Free Verse More Like This
lotus field, bathing skin silvergreen,
waist-deep and pink
in sunset, and we will cry:
for three-faced elephants,
for the dancers threading grace
between their fingertips—
until I dress in the heaviness,
a sarong of heat.
PeonyAlone, but forPeony in Free Verse More Like This
the red boots marching
cathedral heart: I
am beating echoes
in this city of the
stepping little girl's
dreams, I visit mama
in the night; but
flowers and wine won't
pay for her light.
Xiao HuziYou are born to the sunset of the last day of summer, a titian crown of autumn leaves already in place upon your head. There is a thickness in the air and it drapes itself over your newborn skin; pale flesh mottled by both the luminescence of the orange sky, and the shadows of darkness' steady manifestation. Your head is too heavy to watch the moon rise gently into the heavens yellow and swollen, the mother of night's vast wonders but, perhaps by the touch of her light on your eyelids, you know that she is there. Likewise, some inborn inkling tells you that the stars, late in their nightly awakening, are still shrouded in a heavy dusk blanket. You too are still drowsy, and can empathise with their reluctance to rise.Xiao Huzi in Short Stories More Like This
In this vale the birdsong is thick with sleep, trees stand still, slick with wood resin, and there are no beetles amongst the moss to set the undergrowth humming. Even the river has slowed its effervescent churning, calming to an indolent stream. T
MuselingRed wine ramblesMuseling in Free Verse More Like This
curdle the air, but still
you dream; half-moon
body curled in the
lamp light. I am leaving,
I am leaving, choking on
some holy word—
the floorboards creak,
a sonata for my
whilst you, hair tangled upon
the pillow, are spun gold.
Memoir II1.Memoir II in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
setting my bedroom alight:
Spiders hang prone;
many legs askew.
as darkness bades the
garden to sleep.
Lion HeartIt is building up deep within her fragile body like a heaving monsoon forming over the dry, cracked, heavy heat of an African savannah; an unforgiving and all-consuming storm desperately willing to drown out its less than fleeting welcome. Flickering with ceaseless coils of skin-searing energy like a grey-faced fugitive's adrenaline stricken heartbeat, it is not a bringer of life, but a threat to itand even the most reckless are hardwired to take flight in the face of such a colossal and uncompromising foe.Lion Heart in Short Stories More Like This
Beyond these white-washed walls, the world would have her believe that she is brave, a lioness, an exception confronted by the inevitable; but outrunning the storm is no longer an option, and she has never felt more betrayed. Slowly, it is emanating from her heart and through the pulmonary arterythere, free to roll and crash, it engulfs her lungs in a terrible thunder that rattles the brittle bones holding her together. The ominous feeling that has settled into
PompeiiDrumbeat from above;Pompeii in Free Verse More Like This
trailed by ragged, ashen dogs
fed only Vesuvius’ shadow
until the heavens split—
sodden map becomes
papier-mâché fingers and
from afar, through a veil of rain,
a chorus: the mournful dogs howl,
cursing the gods.
RunawayShe's dancing across hemispheres withRunaway in Free Verse More Like This
red hair writhing in a cosmic halo,
wearing a dress as blue as the
Tip-toeing past terrible, sleeping dragons
as old as time itself, she smiles
and leaves her old world
A symphony of stars sings her way forward
into the undefinable unknown, whilst
she drinks moon-juice and
one day soon, the galaxy will swallow
her up, and she will have never
even existed at
(Don't blink, or you'll lose her.)
MizpahThe crying windMizpah in Free Verse More Like This
and blurred at
A Byron AdviceFaireth the morn, till the sunlit ember shineA Byron Advice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And watcheth the pearl effervescence of the moonshine
Hark, and hear the cry of larks, the sound of waves
As you watch the shores of life pass by
Shineth the whiteness, as the poet is invited
The phoenix, omnipresent, solemn as cited
Fair be the man, a shine of diamond, in stark
contrast the vastness, a vestige of the Ark
Guideth both, but nigh, fair maiden,
For you must venture forth, and bid thine shade and
farewell. For what is ambivalence, when he who is above
Knoweth that our punishment... is our love...
Faireth thine journey well, both of ye...
And press forth forward, with warmth and glee
For there is not a moment's notice, before the shores of the sea
Alas, set aft, and are as damned as life can be...
The Orchid of SpringThe orchid of spring flowers bloom againThe Orchid of Spring in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through thick and thin they grow
Weathering the shimmer of bountiful rain
But whether they last is unknown
The spring flower orchid they blossom with cheer
And gleam their radiant colors
Amidst winds and sunset, they reap without fear
And flush away angelic tears
The orchid of spring flowers,
a tiara worn with pride
By Nature that guarded all the lands,
in humor, with gentle strides
The blossoming flowers of the orchid of spring,
With innocent children falling sway
To listen to the sweet cheer of rustling leaves
And the birds merrily chirping
As the clouds make way for the eye of the Sun
With Helios embracing leisure
While the children were busy in their games and pleasure
He smiles upon this priceless treasure
This priceless treasure that Nature bestowed
But alas, my dear, now we must part
And bid adieu to the spring flowers
I pray that I live to marvel these showers
Nature's beautiful treasure, with whom I must part
Oh dearly beloved, farewell
MistressOh fair maiden, doth sent thee thine ember gold yonderMistress in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
onwards through the brittle twilight,
as the morrow, struck forth from amaranth sunrise
shines down to the divine brethren, that is
His servant's cries coming near.
Bear thee, oh bear thee, with thine wondrous love for
A distant traveler thus held back
For his being was lost in the cataclysmic abyss
That bears out to the trembling sorrow
Oh fair maiden, doth sent thee thine ember gold yonder
Edit 12 July 2013: Looking back at this work, I do feel that it can be improved. So, considering all that I have learnt, and all that I know (and also, this poem's history) I'll change it into something much more... suitable and satisfying.
This is in a Terza Rima format. Happy reading.
I forgive you, Trojan Maiden
Withering like autumn leaves, Trojan maiden -
Your hands which have berthed my compounding demise;
I stutter your name which my soul's forbidden.
Deprived, constrained and forgotten, I arise,
With confounded chuckles I woo in desp
The Haven of Majestic DelightsThe haven of majestic delightsThe Haven of Majestic Delights in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a sanctuary for the weak, hindsight
guiding them betwixt peace and tranquil
solitude - questions cease to exist,
only calming harmony subsists.
The sound of dew drops dripping softly,
Chanting their sweet song so merrily
praising the gift of people who fill
the hearts and mind of those in need, their
cries moaning for someone who would hear
their elegy in the darkness of night -
hoping illumination shines bright
The haven of majestic delights -
a sanctuary for the weak; hindsight
guiding them betwixt peace and tranquil
solitude - questions cease to exist
only calming harmony subsists
Feature time! + other newsYes! Its time for another featureFeature time! + other news in Art Features More Like This
After having responded to a (cumulative) 200 feedback messages, reading around 500+ deviations, and glancing through 100+
journals and activities, I can honestly say I've seen a lot in this month.
or have I?
Nah, I'm just fooling around with y'all. Here's the feature list:
Journals, Features, and dA news/tutorials:
Maddy's Tips: Building a Strong Portfolio by MissMaddyTaylor
Disappear by apalkin My Love, Stay by LadyLincoln Veil by arsenic-sea .. . by Frozen-photo to the girl with red embers by sleepysheepdog mirror mirror iii by deepinswim a quoi ca sert l'amour by rushingtide a modern ophelia by kb-23 Winter forest by fte378 Fractured by RosemonkeyCT Across Time by homestucker42 Slivers of light by WhitePlumFragrance the garden family by learningtobefree Fresh Air by TheScorpionBoy :thumb4365999
UpdatesRight, so... here's the tag from NathanielFlyingOwl :Updates in Personal More Like This
1. Favorite animal?
2. Favorite Book?
That's a tough one, to be honest. I got dibs on books, rather than book. But since its one title only, Frank Delaney's "Ireland".
4. If you could go anywhere and do anything, what would you do?
(deep breath) Well, why the fuck not, eh... I'd just get a UN passport or something similar, then meet everyone I've befriended here on dA.
5. Most inspirational person for you on DA?
Its not one person, its multiple numbers to be honest.
In specific though: :iconpuzzledheartbox:, :iconlaeneris:, :iconnotensmsk:, :iconchromeantennae:, :iconbloodshotink:, :iconlethus1:, :iconyour-methamphetamine:, :icondannymechanist:, :iconthegalleryofeve:, :iconladylincoln:, :iconlady-yume:, :iconmara--skywalker:, :iconladybrookecelebwen:, :iconivorysinkshore:, :icondarkallegiance666:, :iconelite-pirate:, :iconfeanor-the-dragon:, :iconjackgunski
Gather the Roses, my Love, And Fly AwayGather the Roses, my Love, And Fly AwayGather the Roses, my Love, And Fly Away in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hope to awaken in autumn one day
And find myself alone, like these withered leaves
Gather the roses, my love, and fly away
Fate came, and tore us - thus were we set astray
Too late were we, for this weight that would not leave
I hope to awaken in autumn one day
The waves of the sea, their tides striking the bay
An undefined weight, a hard burden they heave
Gather the roses, my love, and fly away
This soul is lost, its cries led by the wind's sway
A heart taken, its pieces lost from each cleave
I hope to awaken in autumn one day
Markings left show life, as you would always say
The sea which cared for me, a friend who would grieve
Gather the roses, my love, and fly away
I waited by the sea, here is my last stay
I make my last wish, by the end of the eve
I hope to awaken in autumn one day
Gather the roses, my love, and fly away
Devious Journal EntryHey everyoneDevious Journal Entry in Art Features More Like This
Anyway, what's up at my end?
My deviation stack's gone down to 128 (as of now) and the number of journals/forums/polls combined are 173. Honestly speaking I'm not complaining because frankly, I loved the works I've read and seen. I'll be sure to do a feature of them whenever I can.
How did I manage that? My laptop came back and its working like a charm... which is surprising because of what its been going through:
keyboard pad changedRAM changedThird hard disk installed (previous two were damaged brutally)Two USB ports non-functionalMousepad buttons non-functionalMy previous laptop ran for seven years But anyway, fuck that. Its back, I'm happy
Also, AyeAye12 had tagged me in a handwriting meme.
but frankly I couldn't be bothered in following the rules of the meme tag (sorry about that Aye, hope you like it anyway).
This applies to Lethus1 and everyone else - in case you'd like to have the work in an electronic form I'l
The MonthThe Month... Its finally ended I can't wait to get this motherfucking thesis over and be done with it. I honestly cannot waitThe Month in Art Features More Like This
With that said, This journal's meant for three things:
With the exception of these:
All the rest took three days to comment on, using mobile! Yeah... I had 108 deviation stacks when I started commenting and yesterday, at 11:40PM I brought it down to 18 deviation stacks (which were new deviations by the people I'm watching). So... what'd I read, and go through?
Six Word Sermon by Concora Cherry Blossom by World-Inside-Me Art Project by TinyBlueCat Sad poems need pretty titles. by DearPoetry Love Returns Passion Ignites by LaColombeDeDeuil Abandoned by Koratoshisfriend Chibi Adrian by blacky91 Breathless Chapter 1 by dragonawakener Thrice by jade-pandora Broken String by JutsuGal1208 Unbound by sydnerella But Whiskey's Quicker by EclecticQuill My Oc: Namida Yun by MakoTM Same Old Story by ianderickson Claimed by thelitbeast Goddess Angel by LadyLincoln XI. by CelestialMemories :thumb4582
The Venom and Three FriendsFloating sicknessThe Venom and Three Friends in Free Verse More Like This
falling from my side
with quick motions, reaching
for the next person in line;
trying to spread its fatal [or nearly] poison.
three friends, the number the venom managed to
catch before it caught my attention.
instigating insomniastaying awake until
2 a.m., preventing friends from
dying by their own hands.
simple flicks of a wrist, razor buried
within their veins, scarlet essence
flowing in steady streams.
"I could never cut deep enough."
grasping handsreach for their own throat
breath choking through a self-closed
airwayfive days later, 213 miles of distance;
"I'm okay I just passed out."
unsteady footsteps, clambering to perch
on a ledge, a single step forward;
one more needed to fall, the motion made:
"I just couldn't do it."
the venom, colored deep blue, sank
from their minds, slithering down their frames;
pausingas if unsure Decision made,
gliding towards me, slinkingreturning to its
The Significance of Tolling Bells and Tearseach toll of the bell signified another hour gone, wastedThe Significance of Tolling Bells and Tears in Free Verse More Like This
away, dashed from the pages of lifelost within its heady
sands b l o w i n g through the desert winds dampened only by
falling tearssplashes of salted water, nourishment for parched
throats stagnant with the aching illness of pain; overwhelming
sensory glands with acute thuds [pulsing throbs] against flaking
skin, cracking under the scorching sunbeaming rays catching
foolhardy thoughts established in heat-induced mania, time
slowly passing by while trudging steps searched for the way out of
the forestrefusing to admit the only way out was the same thing
that made tears fall, ever closer to the ground until eyes close,
fluttering shut with tired strokestears leaking for one last time;
desert sands, inescapable heat taking the life of yet another whose
bells have finally stopped tolling; another whose tears fall no more.
Roots Bathed in Massacresbetween two worlds my ancestors windRoots Bathed in Massacres in Free Verse More Like This
trapped between two cultures, desperate;
they praised the Great Ones, their eyes yet blind
enveloped in the spirits, cloaked with regret
(faces held to the North as trouble came from the East)
traditions massacred, beliefs to be confined
the pipe of peace passed, a smoking calumet
fires relinquished, peace now added to grind
crushed by stone newly whet
(brutalitya gruesome beast)
trials flashing with quick shocks, loss intertwined
as soldiers hid, crouching over many a barbette
shoot to kill, the foreigners' motto, mercy confined
atrocities committed that America would rather forget
(hidden by autumn months and an extravagant feast)
Native American culturedistraught actions
brought and kept bringing violent reactions:
massacres, rebellions, cold-blooded murders; shaky foundations
to build a New Worlda freedom-inspired nation
Nightmares with Iceice-cold, rough textured fingersNightmares with Ice in Free Verse More Like This
slid their way down her back as
she lay, spread-eagled on a slab
of slowly melting ice
face numb from the chill,
she released muffled shrieks
unheard by any but her
the fingers kept gliding their way,
reaching her feet, sharp nails making
slicing motions across her toes.
a single nail dug into her skin, blood
She jerked awake with a scream
rubbing her eyes she sighed.
She knew she shouldn't have eaten ice
right before bed it always did weird things.
A Fragile Lifeheady beats flow into his ears, each music noteA Fragile Life in Free Verse More Like This
a dream fluttering to the forefront of his mind
obliterating the darkness of the world
trying to encroach his every thought.
clunky earphones, the only ones he could afford
sit on his ears, blocking any untoward noises
like the screams from downstairs
and the sharp thuds from the room next door.
slick rhymes pulse through his mind,
temporary escapes from the maze of
treacherous timesevents rather not remembered,
best forgotten within the sands of time.
background vocals implant wells
depths of azure hope and cerulean freedom
springing from the undiscovered realms of his mind,
watering the seeds that others hope to harvest.
hip-hop flows through his veins;
the life-blood of his mind, of his sanity
the words, the rhythms, the voices
control his limbs, moving them every which way.
dancing used to rule his life
the rule shattered the same as his leg;
mere remnants survived to instill his passion
The City of My Summertowering skyscrapersladders to the next level ofThe City of My Summer in Free Verse More Like This
success unknown in such dire places where brown
buildings line every side of the streets in which corner
stores and liquor dominated shops intermarry frequently.
slow steps (public transportation at its best) take you
anywhere, every building ringing with the same familiar
sounds of jarring curses and blaring music echoing in the
gray paved streetssending feet (young and old) dancing
to the heady rhythms and fingers (both baby-smooth and
wrinkled) snapping to flighty instruments that choose when
they want to jump into the mishmash of sounds then leave
once again; discordant but soothing like the glorious place:
Brooklyn, New Yorkthe city of towering skyscrapers and elevated rhythms.
ArnoldGlassesArnold in Free Verse More Like This
cracked lenses, broken frames;
freckles galore, scars placed, areas untamed
Arnold: the kid that no one knew
Long sleeves at all times of the year,
Heavy sweatpantsblack normallyeven
at the height of summer heat.
Clothing aside, no one heard his voice
high-pitched, low bass, graceful medium (no one knew)
hidden behind clunky glasses, his eyes were another mystery.
What they did know was circumspect:
wiry framelanky, as if he never ate enough
lean facesometimes covered with a bruise
arched feetas if they had been forced that way.
weird gaittoo long yet other times too short
as if his legs were two different heights
horrible shoesold style, too small
Arnold's true story?
Abused at the age of three,
continues present daysixteen
no money to speak of hence the shoes
countless broken boneshence the walk and feet
never enough to eathence the body
Arnold...a misjudged t
Twiningghosting fingers caressTwining in Free Verse More Like This
trails of emptiness,
holes caving in
where my heart used to be
by both of our choices
yet only mine are felt
with any true emotion;
your digits sting,
the pain of a thousand needles
piercing my skin, repeatedly
yet, my smile widens
painting the false picture
that I enjoy what I am doing
while inwardly hate twines with my organs
lacing within fragile bones
not aimed towards you, no never you
the evils of flesh all grace my skin.
yours is left unmarked
Stubs of a Cigaretteopaque tendrils whispering—Stubs of a Cigarette in Free Verse More Like This
vaporous poison clogging airways
choked by outlawed sentiments
slogging through azure veins
fleeing a traitorous organ; thrumming
[ming] [ming] to a hidden metronome—
winding haze stimulating snippets of
simpering emotions conspiring the
ultimate coup d’état; the metronome
staggers …an illuminated stub weaving
maleficent murmurings and swirling
stuttering sidebars; the metronome
forfeits, refusing to save a cluttered organ
cigarette stubs..ignited at single ends;
convalescer of stress, debt caller of life.
SomebodySomebody cry out for the broken bodies,Somebody in Free Verse More Like This
Somebody weep for the lives torn apart.
Somebody scream for the silenced voices,
Somebody try to mend a broken heart.
It happened many years ago,
It happened yesterday,
For them, changes came to slow,
But they build the world of today.
All she did was love a girl,
Or did he love a boy,
Or maybe not quite a guy or girl,
Why would anyone destroy,
Love without fear.
Two hearts against a world of stone,
Their lives and bodies disappear,
But they are not alone.
All he did was wear a skirt,
She didn't wear a dress,
Why did they die at angry hands,
Or slow, from loneliness?
Live without fear,
A dreamer in a world of grey,
Their words and voices disappear,
If we don't speak today.
For he and her are not the last,
To give love and get violence,
But we are not bound to the past,
But we can break the silence.
Somebody scream for the silenced voices,
Somebody weep for broken hearts
Somebody shout for a better future
Somebody tell me, today it star
Declaration of TranscendenceI've spend so long,Declaration of Transcendence in Free Verse More Like This
Making a scene,
without a sense of direction.
I'm so sharp when I speak,
and so fierce when I fight,
But in whispers I'm weak,
and I'm real when I write
So let this be my truth,
I refuse to succumb
To this desperation.
I've spend so long,
Living in self-rejection.
Dreaming of death,
Wishing for resurrection.
And so from a dream world,
To a life of pretend.
The long suppressed scream
Must come to an end.
So pull back the curtain,
Forget all before
The world will know me,
As an actor no more.
I do not want to avoid,
My own body's reflection.
Even if I must risk,
Losing your affection.
No Poetry IINo poetry was written,No Poetry II in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No fairytales were told.
By a girl turned into woman,
by a woman who grew old.
All the fantasies of childhood,
Drowned inside her heart.
Consumed by sense and reason,
A poem torn apart.
She married someone clever,
And watched her children grow.
And never thought of playgrounds,
And dreams of long ago.
And as she raised her daughter,
To avoid tragedy,
She told the girls no tales,
And read no poetry.
She brought up a young woman,
To be sensible and sane.
The child would know no dreaming,
So she would know no pain.
She never thought of castles,
For she was no princess.
Her life full of achievements,
Never knew happiness.
All poetry forgotten,
All fairytales were lost.
But she made lots of money,
So never mind the cost.
My Lesbian BoyfriendShe's poetry and pantyhose.My Lesbian Boyfriend in Free Verse More Like This
A mystery that I never chose
To solve, but she holds out her arms,
And I see all the charms,
Of a flowering rose.
And she's shy,
An illusion but never a lie.
A queen that I never intended to save,
But she gave me a shave
and said: 'boy,
be my butterfly.'
Be my knight,
And so I fight
For her smile and her tears
For societies' fears
For the light
Of my lesbian boyfriend out on a night,
And will she give me a chance?
To open the door,
And fall to the floor, on my knees
Saying please, dance.
And my lesbian boyfriend has moods,
When she wears my pants and my boots,
On our bed,
As she holds down my hands and my heart,
And every part
of me is led,
To her roots, to her glory,
To an untold story.
To a girl in her that I've never met.
The pink soul of my lover,
Has more to discover,
And more to reveal
Than I'll ever feel,
And I'm wondering blind,
Never know what I'll find
Or next uncover.
But she keeps my head chasing,
Streetlight beautyStreetlight beauty, on your way.Streetlight beauty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Another angel gone astray,
On your face, a youthful glory,
In your eyes and untold story,
Trying to escape the day.
Streetlight beauty, do you care,
Where you go or what you wear?
Walking to erase the pain,
Until only your dreams remain,
Raised up high beyond despair.
Dancing in the city lights,
So many streets, so many nights.
No one even knows your name,
Only the person you became,
Only the part of you that fights.
Hiking up your shortest skirt,
Trying to keep off the dirt.
Streetlight beauty, golden curls.
In a world of broken girls.
Trying to keep off the hurt.
Fear of turning points.This is more than I can take,Fear of turning points. in Free Verse More Like This
This is too much for any man.
All my life has proven fake
Now I don't know who I am.
I can no long sleep at night,
and I find no joy in waking.
With every suppressed tear I fight,
To stop myself from shaking.
And I fear this life of hardship
is going to leave me hard as stone,
After years of trusting love
Am I finally alone?
I can not stand to touch you,
I can not stand to see,
My mirror, my reflection,
The way that you are me.
I never meant to give you,
My broken, fractured mind.
I can not stand to see your eyes,
I know what I will find
So much of my face, so much of my heart
A tiny copy, of a man that fell apart
I can not stand to watch you grow,
I can not stand to see,
Please baby, be nothing like me.
No poetryNo poetry was written,No poetry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
And secret loneliness
All her dreams and fantasies,
Would never come true now.
For she had forsaken them,
Without knowing how.
Remember how happy she was.
She doesn't even know.
The little girl she used to be,
Was forgotten long ago.
You came out.I've been looking for your face for so long.You came out. in Free Verse More Like This
In my heart and in my mind,
Clutching my chest, going blind.
I've been running from your voice for so long.
From your screaming, from your name,
Torn apart and wrapped in shame.
But I can't escape,
You are in every mirror
And I can't deny,
You are in every breath
And I can't reject,
Every day, you get nearer
Breaking in and breaking through
Until I am a part of you,
If I let you go, I may as well choose death.
I've been trying to hold on for so long,
Trying to be what they see,
Be who I'm supposed to be,
I've been waiting for this day for too long.
The day that I'll tell all of them,
"I'm not who you say I am."
'Cause I can't escape,
You are in every mirror,
And I must break free,
It's the only way to live.
'Cause I must be me,
Every day, you get nearer.
And one day the world will see,
All that I'm supposed to be,
And all that I have to give,
'Till that day I will surive,
Better yet, I am alive.
Now that I found me.
Being my ownI spend half my life,Being my own in Free Verse More Like This
just running away
Avoiding the stares,
waiting for a new day.
I didn't know if it would come,
I didn't know if it would last.
Just knew I couldn't go on,
I grew up too fast.
I couldn't see what was wrong, so
I just fought with the mirror
Thinking of a better place,
but it never got nearer.
I wanted to dream,
but what dream would that be?
All the dreams in the world,
would do nothing for me.
Knight and riches can't save you,
when the fight is your own.
So you build walls to survive,
try to make it alone.
But there is no way out,
you look in every direction,
Only to be defeated,
by your own reflection.
It's a sad kind of life,
born with the wrong name.
Fighting only yourself,
there is no one to blame.
I've got to shed my skin,
make a brand new start.
It may seem that I'm crazy,
but it's a choice of the heart.
Gotta keep on believing,
though it's hard to explain,
These unusual feelings,
this invisible pain.
I've got one chance now,
to do more than survive,
If I stay
A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,A Night of Crows in Free Verse More Like This
seeking her lover damned…
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
— Forever the Crow — shimmering in her darkest dreams
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Where the Crows BleedSilhouettes of scarlet whisperWhere the Crows Bleed in Free Verse More Like This
among the bones..
Forsaken beneath earth and stone, I am
bejeweled in the River's dread
Trees clad in sanguine
salivate in the abyss of sorrow
The perfume of blood seduces the sky
incantations of the netherworld
Ebon ghosts shimmer in falling ash,
where love decays evermore
I undress in the lust of darkness; my soul
bequeathed to oblivion seeds the wind
with poisoned tongue flickering
Upon banks of obsidian I gaze
haunted in a tempest of necromancy
I render my ache in shadow-fire,
deep in the dark flow
Behold! The River Acheron!
In the syrup of dreams
crimson fields burn in my eye
Bleeding in the silence of dark ether,
I seek your lips..
The song of afterlife covets our love
Kisses blush upon a blade of rusted steel
Corvid screams bathe in Death's lullaby
Vistas of requiem caress our flesh,
as the River seethes deep in my veins
Unto my brethren do I bask
among black wings wicked n' dreary
Like pitch cast over hallowed waters,
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn in Free Verse More Like This
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"
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
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
Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;Forever the Ravenous in Free Verse More Like This
flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seething
Come hither; drink me dark'n divine
Whispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;
— tongues of Crows in gothic serenade
Poised in wilderness shadowed, I beseech thee:
"O' darkest Love, seek me in decay, dripping from thy lips"
Incantations of the Moon glisten from mine eyes ...
Seraphic-winds undress Demons in the trees;
— dreaming streams o'er Nature's breast
Black-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor
— For I am Winter's nocturne —
a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the world
And so she peered into the embers of my soul —
cloaked in a dream, falling, where savage wings fly
Thou art the evening tide... the mystique I shall love;
Evermore, unto a sea of black roses, from grave to sky
— 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
My Eternal BelovedIncessant screams echo across weeping gravesMy Eternal Beloved in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the winds of destiny you shall hear my call
The voice of suffering will caress your spirit,
and into my darkest nightmare, you will fall
Lush is the poison that runs beneath my skin
Your death I will sow, your blood I shall reap
My dark thoughts swoon into a song of decay
In the pitch of iniquity you will gently sleep
I will awaken upon a lattice of bloody shards,
and harvest the resonance of your eternal cries
In a field of black roses you will find my soul,
together we shall walk through bleeding skies
I stand before you in the harbor of madness,
shimmering like a dry beacon of waiting death
Drink from the burning rivers of sinful torrents,
weep in the fiend lucidity of my aching breath
Our charred tears will dance in morbid splendor
Take rest in the crucified symmetry of my desire
Seething melancholy ebbs into your sullen veins,
like a host of livid thorns lavished in black fire
As my emptiness lingers in the arms of misery,
Lumen Naturae ~ The Light of Nature and Darkness ~~In the brotherhood of darkness — the sacredLumen Naturae ~ The Light of Nature and Darkness ~ in Free Verse More Like This
candle is a flame that cannot be seen, yet is the
most beautiful jewel of light~
Thru silvery mists I wandered, invoking spirits
Skyclad, spellbound in the poetry of the wind;
where shamans roam, lone and dreaming
— Serpents whispering in the wilderness of soul:
"seek you me... fall thee unto the light of darkness"
And I peered, lusting, deep into twilight-feasting
Forest spectres poured worlds upon my breath;
like plumes of incandescent shadows caressing
Rising in awakened visions and creation foretold
Covet I, the ether within — the primordial dark
Swirling in a fever of supernatural alchemy,
unto the endless sea of thyself — Lumen Naturae
Worlds braided into one when I closed my eyes
Tides of consciousness gardened rivers gleaming
Deserts of gold and ashes swept across my lips
I am but a man, save flickering tongue dreaming
Among the solace of trees I salivate and ponder,
basking in the songs of nocturnal civilizations ...
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,
what they didn't tell mei was three when i looked up into thewhat they didn't tell me in Free Verse More Like This
saw the stars.
those lights twinkled at me,
told me their names &
they showed me how to tie knots,
taught me how to dance, &
how to appreciate something when you thought you
draco said he never looked away,
but he must have because
i was pushed.
i fell and not even pegasus could catch me.
they never told me how to love,
but maybe they don’t know quite what it means
to be star-crossed.
youi dug him out of my ribcage &you in Free Verse More Like This
drowned in bleach and flames
to rid myself of
the dreaded devil's hat
that seeped from my pores
this wasn't about him.
this was about erasing the blemishes
and making my own
but you said my new freckles
spelled out your name with
across my shoulders
and i began to question
how you would sound
around such a shoulder
i have only ever been the gasping
not the gasped
shapeshiftchameleon, baby,shapeshift in Free Verse More Like This
you can go from tiger stripes to
in 133 milliseconds.
you act in accordance to
never even thinking before you
run with the herd of galloping zebras
and blend right in.
i can pick you out of a crowd that
lies through its teeth and
passes around identities like a copy of
the new york times.
i want to be your surroundings.
i want to wrap you up in me and
never let you go.
just promise that you won’t ever
try to erase yourself with
always, and always.i saved my best friend from analways, and always. in Free Verse More Like This
of tired, young boys
fighting tooth and claw
my friends and family
were filled with hatred and disgust
for me and the lonely child
i had liberated
but i loved him
and kept loving him
until they loved him too
so, tell me the story
of the boy
with two daffodils upon
his little grave
and ask me if i give a damn about
i have been crying for yearsthey shot our dreamsi have been crying for years in Free Verse More Like This
down from the power lines
they thought that would hurt us.
they thought that would stop us.
they thought firing a weapon would destroy us.
i was told it was my fault when
the baby robin drowned in the creek
because i watched it happen.
i kicked and screamed when
sons picked up their fathers’ guns &
into the wings of mourning doves.
i mourned when those sons
plucked the fledgling from my tiny hands &
when he didn’t drown
they can shoot our dreams down
from the power lines
one robin or dove
at a time,
they can silence
but they cannot silence
Ophelia's MarchShe stands tallOphelia's March in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes
Of her all
A child in a misshapen form.
Spectres of memory
Cloud her countenance
Her eyes, bright and keen.
Scanning the horizon
She traces the unchartered peaks with her tongue
Delighting in the worn roughness
Of cracked enamel
And the taste of metal.
She is far
From her bloody body
Scarlet marring translucent white.
She takes a small, teetering
Finding her new feet
Feeling the comforting crunch
Of Bone and sand and dust
Monument to a Ruined ManI see you now.Monument to a Ruined Man in Free Verse More Like This
The magnificent velvet and silk flags of your name
Now fester and rot in tatters.
The ornate gold and jewels, now dull and blackened with age,
Hang limply from the brittle, yellowing scaffolds
Of your admiring subjects, their mouths gaping open in one last,
All loyalty long since disappeared.
And here you stand
Alone in the silence of your own undoing-
No longer a ruler, or even a man, but a shell-
The hands whose wizened palms I once worshipped
Have crumbled slowly into nothing.
Those lips, whose stately curve I once adored,
Now worn and cracked from centuries of smiling.
But your smiles were never intended for me.
How I longed for something more than
The cold, conceited gaze with which I was rewarded.
But time passed, your influence waned, and now you stare emptily
Searching in vain for your salvation.
And here, as your empire dies,
You fall to the ash and dust
And are swallowed by darkness
And whispers echo through the void:
This is your legacy.
Rain SongA thundering fanfareRain Song in Free Verse More Like This
The shattered sky
And the hot air scatters.
At long last
You have come.
You cast out
The wild passions and frenzies
And a still mind.
With your icy command
You drive away
Asking no questions
Demanding no rewards
All seeing and all knowing.
Pounding through arteries
You fill my lungs
Seeping into every bone.
Washing me away
Until nothing remains.
Memories of AutumnI rememberMemories of Autumn in Free Verse More Like This
When we used to gather
Leaves in the park.
Swathed in shades of fire, and whisky, and smoke,
We laughed in the face of life
And I loved you.
You loved to hold
The earthy mulch
Between tender fingers,
Caressing the stems,
Navigating the veins.
Veins on the backs of my eyelids
Sigh at the memory of you.
Oh, how do you not remember
Eyes that used to glimmer, like a torch,
In fumbled greetings, and the scorch
Of trembling, blushing cheeks?
Where are you now,
When the trees moan
Like old men, lost in the dark?
The old men
Are nothing more than leaves
On the pavement
I shall open my eyes.
apart.and I was sitting in the gutterapart. in Free Verse More Like This
after trying for the fourth night in a row
to drown you along with
all my other ghosts
and the church
was across the street
cross lit up high in the sky
and it felt
like the complete
opposite of salvation.
it was 4am
and with the neon blue
shining in my eye line
i realised i was alone
i was utterly alone
in the saddest way possible.
illumine - the story of hannah rose.there was irregularity in her body, something inside her wasn't fitting right with all the other pieces and it left her feeling weak and alone. there was a misconnection with the wires inside her precious head, and she shouted at the air, and threw things at mirrors and wanted to rip her skin off feeling trapped beneath its overwhelming mass, she feared what was beneath it, and never quite understood why the things she imagined were so different to what the numbers told her, they said so much less than she felt, and she simply decided they were lying and she was in fact a monster. she often wondered if everyone else felt this kind of weight pressing up on every single inch of their bodies, pushing joints and pulling tendons and leaving all of you tired and bruised and burning with lactic acid. if everyone was washed in this kind of blueness and instead of seeing red, they just saw a monochromatic scale and that made things even worse than seeing all the pain in colour. she imaged thatillumine - the story of hannah rose. in Free Verse More Like This
colour-blind.he was like summercolour-blind. in Free Verse More Like This
no one ever noticed him
while he was two steps
but once he was gone
missed his presence.
the oval was soaked
and the clouds wouldn't
stop crying for weeks
the umpires told all
the jocks to go away
and get a heart
because he was gone
and he wasn't coming back
i stumbled over to his
glowing white head stone
and left him flowers
that i think were blue
but i couldn't quite
squint enough to see
everything is varying shades
of shadows now
so the sun wouldn't
rise again for
and they called these
the black days
because it was thick
and all consuming
there was no light
because he was summer
and he was gone
riddance.and lately i've found myself swallowing matchesriddance. in Free Verse More Like This
trying to burn my insides for fun
to distract myself from missing you so much.
its not working.
static.the lightening flashes, my breath shortensstatic. in Free Verse More Like This
i've learned to fear static - the sky, my shoes
your fingers straight to my core leaving me
wide eyed and startled.
the lightening flashes, and i still can't quite see.
saudadei tied my yellowed heartsaudade in Free Verse More Like This
to a submarine
and let it
to the very bottom of the
very deepest ocean
it wasn't tinted with sunshine
it was stained with an ugly
that made me sick
to the pit of my
i crack my ribs open
and spread them like a butterfly
hoping that mimicking
will calm the sulphur storm
raging through my bones.
letting the colour bleed into
and dilute in the water
and i wonder if this will
find its way to you
like a glass bottle
with confessions of love
but instead its my heart,
which i hope you can
turn from ill to something
worth holding on to
a little sick.there must be more of you inside me than is lefta little sick. in Free Verse More Like This
inside that shell you call a body. your bones have
eroded from the caustic ocean you force up and out of
you. you're doubled over, curled tightly in a u shape and you're
shaking so violently i'm scared that what little is left of
you is going to snap, break and completely
fall apart. there is still smoke in your lungs, cradling your heart
and lingering like a deathly halo around your head, almost beautifully.
i still can't decide if i want to kick you
or kiss you.
sore.lover held me last night and told me he'dsore. in Free Verse More Like This
read something in a mens health about a monthly challenge
of fucking everyday for a month
to get us back into eachothers hearts
but i shrugged him off
and curled into a ball at the thought
i am not ready
i've gone backwards and i want to
drift.it was darkdrift. in Free Verse More Like This
and i was struggling
with an angry ocean
you stumble home
sink beneath the cotton blues
and stop the waves
quite so much
brittle.and i think somewhere along the lines my seasons stopped transitioning and i becamebrittle. in Free Verse More Like This
stuck in the middle of july and my bones are frozen right to the core and my ribcage is
the bare branches of trees and you aren't even anything that powerful but i am that weak.
i am so weak that you crumble me into dust.