Yet Another Fallen Host
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
Reflective ArgumentReflective Argument in Free Verse More Like This
Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
whose names are covered over with genius.
Ignorance is fear, the blood that flows,
will bleed out to write your part of history...
yet what of history do you truly know,
repeated by basic word of mouth...?
Not a thing...
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...
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
A Shade in the FogA Shade in the Fog in Free Verse More Like This
Gazing onward with the wanting eyes,
in search of nostalgia and reminiscence
is the shell of me.
Repression of thus, my depression,
I recall little to nothing at all.
Find me within the fog of my thought,
Shade of my Lord,
for lost am I,
drowning in the murky waters
of my ever fleeting psyche.
Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new.Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new. in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Normally...Journeys...quests...the idea of a purpose upon an unknown path...they always have some sort of ending...the story ends, and the reader is finished. It is rather hard for the reader to move on to another story when the writer is all but mortal.
I was once mortal, like all humans on this Earth, but fate has always had a harassing sense of purpose with me, before and after the Great War. These words will be of the roads fate has placed my old feet upon. There is so much to tell with the memory I have...However, I primarily write this to maintain any bit of sanity I may have left in mind...Lucidity is quite the difficult thing to hold onto to in a time of madness. I only ask that you do not take what is written here lightly, as much of what is to follow could very well teach the reader a great many things. Yet as always, one must remember that life goes on and its hills will keep coming...but in the end, the hills are nothing new to the mind t
5. The End is No End5. The End is No End in Free Verse More Like This
Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon me this journey.
Without haste or hesitation, I spoke with my voice high,
"You said to not fear, yet what is this?!
I feel nothing but calamity flowing like scorching sand through my veins,
And my heart pounds like the hammers that forged this abomination before me!
What say you of this journey that has led me to these infamous doors?!"
To me did he attempt to
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation. in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the trough.
Above Heaven watches,
restricted by the local law
to keep the peace...
nothing is ever done,
but to keep the balance.
Ignorance is FearIgnorance is Fear in Free Verse More Like This
What knowing have you
of what you speak?
The rotten fruit from which
you've bitten and consumed,
has truly brought to you
the seeds of idiocy.
What have you done,
to comprehend such words as provocative?
As pure and professional
are the letters that I form to art.
Doubt I that you
know a significant thing.
The ignorance you so proclaim,
is the fear from which you flee.
You dread whatever is misunderstood,
and without reason do you lash outward
with teeth and claw,
like some rabid beast, tormented by disease.
In the end, the clarity has marked
that yours is the feeble mind.
Yours is the debate of madness,
and the indecency of your own nature.
In the end, you know nothing,
because you are nothing.
Made of What We Are.Made of What We Are. in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.
This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.
Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....
To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...
For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.
Min(d/e)ObsessMin(d/e) in Free Verse More Like This
words and symbols,
Perhaps discover a sign.
Help me escape from this hollow.
These thoughts and feelings aren't mine.
Into the space of my head.
Hidden in salt water droplets,
The words that may never be said.
Give me skin unpicked
And teeth that do not grind.
Grant me passage to elude torment
- The prison I've made of my mind.
What is mind?
What is mind?
What is brain?
What is brain?
And the insane.
I can't decide.
There's nowhere to hide
Amongst the faceless drones.
Sometimes it's easy to forget -
We're no more than skin and bones.
What is mind?
What is mine?
I once thought they were the same.
Night Time HungerThe creature of the darknessNight Time Hunger in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Leads an endless life of despair.
The horrors of an eternity
Captured in that haunted stare.
Only on All Hallow's Eve
May he venture undetected.
His luminous skin and unusual ways
Pass by us unsuspected.
He wishes to befriend you.
He will charm you with his grace.
He'll marvel at the glorious beauty
Of your mortal face.
Alas, this friendship cannot last.
His control cannot endure.
You accept your death with open arms,
Entranced by his allure.
That dreadful night time hunger.
That wretched, lustful thirst.
The insatiable desires
Of the one forever cursed.
Ashamed of his regrettable acts,
Brushing off a blood-stained tear,
He returns unto his resting place
To sleep until next year.
The creature of the darkness
Leads an endless life of despair
Clinging to a mortal self,
Which simply is not there.
Eira and the Hounds of AnnwnEira and the Hounds of AnnwnEira and the Hounds of Annwn in Free Verse More Like This
A stolen kingdom
Reigned with tyranny
both night and day.
Queen Eira was SLAIN
An age ago,
But still the people say,
"The heroes of the past
In Annwn they will remain.
But sure as the morning sun will rise,
Eira will reign again."
The soltace air,
So cold and crisp,
Drifts inland on a b r e a k i n g wave.
'Neath the purple sky,
For Eira e s c a p e s the grave.
"Eira is risen!"
Her people delight
"Once more we will be free!"
They grovel and bleat
At her marbled feet.
Eyes full of love and glee.
Suppressed they have been
For a thousand years
Awaiting her return,
To lead the battle,
Where, once and for all,
Corrupted kings will burn.
The wicked royal family
Slaughtered and beaten down
Eira RIPS the souls from their shells,
Screaming the name of Arawn.
From the horizon,
With terrifying speed,
*Winter Reflection*No clouds float on winter ocean*Winter Reflection* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cold ripples run towards shore
Horizon's dark line off in distance
Sharp sea smell, sadly summer no more.
Dank wet sand clings to boots
Hands in pockets keeping warm
Red nose so cold, inelegant drip
Away from warm fire was torn.
Fickle time does not wait
Weeks, months will surely pass
Winter season coldly fleeting
Momentarily will trespass.
*Fairytale*Took a magic carpet ride*Fairytale* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Full of excitment we did glide
Over sea to far off land
Where wizard with wave of hand
Showed us worlds of fantasy
Adventure and of mystery.
Went sailing on 'Spanish Main'
Treasure chest so tightly chained
Jolly Roger hauled up high
Prow of ship with beak and eye
Captain with a wooden leg
Swigging brandy from a keg.
Sinbad the sailor next to meet
Very kindly he did greet
Glad to show us his domain
Here we go.... to sea again
Ocean heaving, lost sea legs
In borrowed clothes, sailor threads.
Flew eastward sadly Aladdin was out
Rubbed the lamp, with major doubt
Genie erupted with ferocious shout
Aladdin had serious magical clout
Fright of my life, real freak-out!
Warts on my story begining to sprout.
Over the sea carpet glides
Back to house where I reside
Fairytale memories do abide
Dreaming deeply slither and slide
Fantastic moments here described
Cross my heart I have not lied.
*Carraroe*Carraroe where he once stood*Carraroe* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Generates sense of mystery
Carnelian dawn on gentle ocean
Magical waves ripple endlessly.
With serenity he walked coral beach
Delighted at sense of unknown
Opalescent mist covered ocean
Incoming tide showed specks of foam.
Misty illusion, gosamer curtain
Where time forever stands still
Sense of the past slowly generated
Momentarily he lost his will.
Time is primeval in Carraroe
Where sea undulates on coral
Mist evaporated, beauty revealed
His heart and soul so gently healed.
*Catchphrase*'All that glitters is not gold'*Catchphrase* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I was young this was told
Have found it to be very true
So pass that thought on to you.
'Absence makes heart grow fonder'
'Straight as an arrow' I fly
Letters all tied with ribbon red
Treasured words so often read.
'Always look on the bright side'
life will surely cast net wide
Luminous thought uplifting light
Gloom and doom serious blight.
'love conquers all' so very true
Should its pain have wounded you
Balm of forgiveness, feelings appleased
Love heals hurt, wishing godspeed.
*Vision*Thinking thoughts of Daffodils*Vision* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rustling yellow in spring breeze
Should there be an early chill
Abundant beauty under trees.
Stop and wonder at spring time
Joyful feelings reign supreme
Emotional moment winters gone
Thoughts uplifted at nature's song.
Daffodil madness reigns two months
Everywhere flowers bloom
As they wither a certain sadness
Remember Bluebells follow soon.
Winter tempered by vibrant vision
Vision pulsating, joyous spring
Just around invisible corner
Seasonal change will soon begin.
*Graffiti*Magical fingers*Graffiti* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Jack Frost tags winter windows
*Moon Glow*Comfort of darkness*Moon Glow* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Time to think no distraction
Moonbeam, gentle glow.
*Finding Love*Tonight is very cold, heavy snowfall quickly covers the ground. Just ahead a lighted window glows, curiosity drives me to look. Holding my breath I see a family, like a picture postard, gathered around a warm fire; talking and laughing. Cheerful Christmas decorations festoon this room. Even the pet dog, laying stretched out before the fire, has a red bow tied around its neck. Surprisingly dogs do not upset me but am feeling a certain amount of envy at his obvious comfort. Just then the man looks up catching my eye, I am now so cold my teeth are chattering. A door swings open with a beam of light and warmth. An arm reaches out and sweeps me inside, my luck seems to have changed. Before long a red bow is tied around my neck, contentment allows me to purr.*Finding Love* in Short Stories More Like This
*Mirror Image*Old eyes searched a haunted image*Mirror Image* in Free Verse More Like This
With hands that shook he touched his face
Fearful he felt translucent skin
Like cling film wrapped on bone
Humbled he asked 'Who is this stranger'
I know this man I am sure I do
Time receded a blur
Friends from the past smiled in the bevelled mirror
With hesitant hand he touched yesterday.
Remembering, women with ivory shoulders
Pearls shimmering on beige lace
Red lips that kissed with ancient guile
Images teased his weary mind
While he searched his mirror for a forgotten face
'Who is this stranger'
Ablaze!Woman with fire in eyeAblaze! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flame from heart ablaze
Living life without asking why?
Instinct driven, there in gaze.
Flame burns, flickers, smoulders
Tempered not with regret
Eyelashes fan this endless flame
Impossible to forget
Life After The Fast LaneShe was one of those magic, gold-tipped girls -Life After The Fast Lane in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Illuminated by her stardust soul,
Part elaborate street art and part curls;
She's delicate, but dangerous to hold.
A tumbling of highways, tempest twirls,
She's weather clouds, a pure marvelous mold.
A tidal wave of expeditious sin;
She couldn't stop the cracking of her skin.
Saccharine lips, but salty on the tongue,
A mouth gone 'round the world and back again.
With bitter breaths, she filled her hungry lungs,
And gathered aging road maps in her hands.
They couldn't guide her to where she was from -
Home elusive, foreign in every land.
And she chased pavement, but could never win;
She couldn't stop the cracking of her skin.
Ocean EyesYour ocean eyes will inherit the earth,Ocean Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
and the gulls of the sea will not brace you
for what the waves and winds have broken down.
The pearls of your mouth are just now washing to shore,
and your endearing reach trusts with ivory naivety,
but your lack of profanity will not save you from perversion.
All I can do is sing you love songs,
and hope the world is still worth saving,
when your ocean eyes reflect the sky, still blue.
What It Is To DrownI don't know how this started.What It Is To Drown in Free Verse More Like This
Trapped, sinking -
my stomach, my hopes, my confidence that
I will get out of this alive.
"What doesn't kill you..."
I know how this will end.
The sky was blue.
I think it was spring.
I heard birds. I heard...
It's dark down here.
My memories wont have time to
I'll never know what was really most
Panic, horror, pain.
My lungs, I,
I can't feel my lungs.
And there is a whisper
beneath the screaming -
God, is that me screaming?
"Be still, it will all be over
Wait, wait, I wasn't done yet!
I just wanted to feel something.
No, I was coming to tell you...
I don't know how this started.
But I know how this will end.
And I know,
Even if I had the time,
I've lost my mind.
And everything is black.
I just want one more...
RuinsFallen, desecrated -Ruins in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The windows to your soul are stained;
You would kill to be a mosaic, but
You are no Roman empire.
The windows to your soul are stained -
You were never high beloved, no
You are no Roman empire;
You have crumbled under the weight of the world.
You were never high beloved,no -
Fallen, desecrated -
You have crumbled under the weight of the world...
You would kill to be a mosaic.
We Went WanderingIt started as a soft caressing kiss,We Went Wandering in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a white-gray curtain, falling through the air.
T'was nothing but a gently icy mist
to chill the cheeks and coat the hat-less hair.
My lover and I were walking hand in hand
as flurries fell to decorate the land.
My lover and I,
My lover and I,
could not be swayed to skip the day we'd planned.
And so began the freezing wind and snow,
falling faster, thicker, as we went.
And we were cold, but who were we to know
the snow would fall until the light was spent.
Upon a cabin, luckily, we came,
with hopes to shelter us from frozen rain,
Upon a cabin, luckily,
Upon a cabin, luckily,
we stumbled to the home in hopes of flame.
But there was no one there to hear our call,
no one home to shelter us from storm,
no smoke seeping from the chimney tall,
we were alone, determined to get warm.
And so my lover kicked with all his might
to break the lock t'was keeping us outside.
And so my lover,
And so my lover,
became my savior on such dreary night.
The CountdownTen.The Countdown in Free Verse More Like This
The television flickers- sparkles, shivers-
we embrace the evening alone, our
celebration; two become one. The ball
begins to drop.
Seconds 'til midnight, but we scarcely
notice the countdown chants of a city
desperately ready for the year to
We tremble in unison with the party-
goers eager eyes, mesmerized by glitter;
we light-up on our own- party of
Breaths held in anticipation- the big
moment is on the cusp- but we exhale
raggedly and inhale greedy, wanting,
Confetti poppers and noise-makers
in hands shaking with anticipation;
reigned in excitement, barely held
by them, or us.
'This is it' flits across faces feigning
innocence- seconds separating past from
future, they are lost in rebirth, we are
lost in the moment.
Caught up in resolutions, empty promises
of reinvention, realization of a tomorrow
that is new- we are only caught up in
They wait breathlessly for the big finish,
Stranger Than FictionI.Stranger Than Fiction in Free Verse More Like This
Little did she know that
they were the catalysts-
He was the leading man
of a story whose author was
doing her best to kill him off
by the last page.
This is our stage, but
we are their puppets. And
some one, who isn't god,
is writing out our movements,
allowing us to believe in freewill.
My life started as a tragedy, but
broke into laughter in the third act.
And I probably wont get hit
by a bus
or the next day
I'll probably die in my sleep
when I'm old.
And I never will have
saved a life;
but if my author
would let me, I could.
the kind of person
you want to
The SeductionGoddess, Temptress -The Seduction in Free Verse More Like This
as if a cloud.
Black silk, porcelain,
smile like a siren's song,
awake in me a need -
Scotch is no companion.
The only poison
I want to touch these lips
For The ChildrenSilence falls -For The Children in Free Verse More Like This
A nation's head bows,
collective in sorrow.
we are the fortunate.
Pitter-patter people fall,
with no arms to catch them,
with no graves to rest in -
and no tears fall, no
nation mourns on their
Shame on you -
prideful and arrogant -
land of the free.
Impressive that you can
bow your heads for the few,
while they are buried in
Those shots rang out
a tragedy -
but it was not heard
'round the world.
The souls that die
before they had the chance
far out number
Mea CulpaI.Mea Culpa in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you were the rain, but no,
I was the rain. I meant to drown you. I
wanted you to be inescapably drenched-
your trachea clogged, your mouth an 'O'
of desperate gasping, your lips parted
and blue. If I wasn't enough to die for,
I wouldn't ever be enough.
Your disappearances were noted with
darkened clouds- thick and heavy, tight
with waiting. You always returned with a
thunderclap, moving me to a downpour of
deprived longing. I was a flood and you
were a desert begging to be a sea. But
flood-waters river into oceans, and
deserts are meant to be dry.
It was selfish of me to treat you
like a boat- I liked you better capsized.
But in your shipwrecked depravity, you
sought sunshine and calm, so I took pity
on your seasick state and blew over lands
thirsty for my brand of nourishment. Then
when, with saltcaked skin and cracked lips,
you ached for my answer to dehydration, I
was busy raining over the lush.
In your time of drought, I placed the
blame in your ribcage li
Soul to SavePeople have greedy hands,Soul to Save in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tearing at tender hearts.
Seeking a piece of soul,
wanting to belong in part.
In the end of innermost desire,
the yearning to contain --
something so pure yet fragile,
only to mistake and make pain.
Those of good and even evil
have dared to tread this road,
only to learn the reason why
people have this endeavor forbode.
Run far and fast my child,
depart from this affair.
Guard your hapless heart,
save your soul to someday share.
DreamwalkerDreamwalker--Dreamwalker in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lurking at the seams
watching her eyes flicker,
sleep making reality blur.
He creeps along,
weaving his song
exposing subconscious secrets
sewn in her hidden regrets.
his eyes meet with hers,
only to slowly fade away.
For she wakes to light of day.
Obsession"I need rest," she murmurs under the copper dyed hues of sunset's leaves.Obsession in Free Verse More Like This
"Why don't you lie down for a while?" He looks down upon her, intentions of night in his dark eyes.
"I need rest," she whispers as the colour begins to steadily fade.
"Then nod your head, there's naught to fear," he smiles, stardust coating his cold breath.
"I need rest," she sighs as the last of sun's warmth departs her core.
"Take a seat, my love," he encircles as a panther would its prey.
"I need rest," a cry as soft as a dove flees her lips.
"Lift your feet, one shan't stand for too long," he becomes a shadow looming.
"I need rest," her eyes of summer look up, dreams departing.
"My shoulder is here for you," he coldly offers, deceit dripping with every word.
"I need rest," her hands delicate as fall reach like struggling branches in winter winds.
"Let me hold you," his arms of greed reach forth with malintent.
"I need rest," her breaths cast away by the humming breeze.
"There's a pillow nearby," his callous f
Rainbow Series: RedWhen the leaves cascade in forgotten fall,Rainbow Series: Red in Free Verse More Like This
it is their colour on the pale cement.
The hue on children's cheeks
as the cold nips their noses.
It is what dyes the trees,
for crystal stars.
The colour of berries
that taint one's lips,
and fading evenings of light.
When the logs are burning,
it is the colour they glow
before disappearing forever.
The scarf lost,
an ornament on the tree
and shades of a smile.
Foliage resting in morning,
apples nestled in branches,
delicate pomegranates below.
It is the colour you see
listening to the forest's whispers
Reflection(2012)She found the word that sounds just right,Reflection(2012) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hypergraphia, an overwhelming urge to write.
A thing in common of Van Gogh and Carroll,
two who are her inspiration and idol.
This similarity, though not as severe,
for she's not alone as it was to appear.
You don't know me,
though you think you do.
You're trying to be free,
if only you knew.
though no discontent.
The mystery of a diary,
reveals the hidden vocabulary
from an unknown lover gone shy
with the innermost wants to die.
Hide away your deepest desires,
protect them with burning fires.
Every day continue to grow
and stronger you will show.
We all have that potential
to achieve that deep down dream,
no matter how insignificant or essential,
To stand up strong and begin to gleam.
Let's forget the past of winter's words
and find the radiant truth of summer's song.
To discover hidden realms of our desire
as we get caught up in the swaying throng.
The chapters continue to write themselves,
Broken Story vs Full Novel"Hey, how are you? It's been a while."Broken Story vs Full Novel in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Four years, right?"
"Yeah... you've changed."
"If you're referring to me becoming half a poem, unfinished because ink spilled on the page, you're right."
"No you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"You're only sorry that in the end you lost everything, that's why you're here now."
"That's not true."
"Is it? Your silver tongue only goes so far."
"Why are you here?"
"I miss you."
"Of course, you miss the memory of us. Something that is gone, something you lost. You do know that memories are different from the present, right?"
"I'm not coming back."
"Why would one want to return to a broken story when they now have the full novel?"
Memory's PainCut my chest open,Memory's Pain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let me bleed.
Find my soul
and set it free.
Tears of red,
Leave me be,
life's a blur.
Alone she treads
mist in moonlight,
a mirror broken.
Find withered dreams
in torn up pages,
for death is gained
in memory's pain.
Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,Walls of Ash in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tattered and torn.
Dead leaves drifting away,
leaving naught to morn.
Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy.
The tower blown over
by whispering winds,
giving sight to new life--
allowing the old to end.
Good Morning Across Several Lanes of TrafficToday I witnessed my old lover fairGood Morning Across Several Lanes of Traffic in Free Verse More Like This
from such a length as far,
across several lanes of traffic
from my old red-painted car.
JanuaryI find the irony in your witlessJanuary in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
touches; you move my hair aside, and with
lips once innocent to my flesh you kiss
my forehead and neck, our love is a myth.
I could never love you because the past
has come and gone. You were an illusion;
although I loved you once, it would never last
and eternity is our delusion.
I have yet to meet another man who
treats me with your brand of respect, that tried
to regain what he lost, in his heart true
love or not, for friendship, to admit he lied.
If he were a man, his character would
pale in comparison to what it should.
The NightmareA monster, a creature of the nightThe Nightmare in Free Verse More Like This
Can smell your fear in the air
Sending chills up your spine with its silent growl
The menace that children fear the most
Makes you quake in terror with its haunting stillness
It thrives in the shadows; those dark corners under your bed
Unseen, yet imminent.
At your most vulnerable moment, it creeps upon you
Like a predator stalking its unfortunate prey
Your dreams are consumed until nothing remains
Razor sharp claws tear at your soul
You scream out on anguish, greeted only by silence
Hot, noxious breath poisons your heart
Damaging it beyond repair
Massive jaws grip your weakened state
Suffocating you as you gasp for air
Sharp fangs pierce your skin, injecting venomous pain
As you lay in agony, encased by the evil presence
The monster sneers at your helplessness
Snarling, merciless laughter ringing in your ears
Like a never ending vortex, you fall deeper into the creature's trap
An endless pit of despair-
Awake. The darkness is gone.
Yet nothing is lef
There is a PlaceThere is a placeThere is a Place in Free Verse More Like This
A special place, where plans are crashed and
Dreams come true
A place where
I would want to be forever
But I can't reach it
I see it everyday
I can't move closer
Because I am trapped
Trapped within my own memories
Moments of pain and suffering
Would it ever end?
I can't do this alone
But then you appear
With a smile on your face every time
Always wondered what made you happy
Till you told me
"I am happy because you make me happy."
You hugged me for a long time
What ran though my mind started to make sense
My pain and suffering was drifting away
There was someone who care enough
Someone who wanted to help
Someone that wants you feel a change from within
A place where
Plans are crashed while dreams blossom
That place was you
Nothing to LoseThere's nothing to loseNothing to Lose in Free Verse More Like This
When no one knows what you going through
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
Deep in my heart
Its an endless spiral of pain
Don't you know what I am fighting for?
When it's not worth to go through all this pain
When you feel you are don't know where to go
When walking on the path on broken glass
Feel like that something from your life is drifting away
Is it worth to try pull it back?
It's just a slap to my face by reality
Slammed the door behind me
A dozen reasons ran through my mind
Standing there, crying
Wondering if it could have gone better?
All I need is a second chance
There is nothing else for me to lose
I already lost myself in my turmoil
What have I done? This is not what I planned
Now she is gone, I don't want to feel my heart is breaking
I have blood on my hands
Her blood, dripping...
Why why, this knife in my right hand and my left hand on her throat
Doing the one thing I would never do
Harm the one person I truly loved
The feeling of HopeThe feeling that you always speak ofThe feeling of Hope in Free Verse More Like This
It ponders in your head, day in day out
Never sure how it got in there
What happened? Where did it all fall apart?
Is that the feeling?
Don't be sad or concern about it because it will drift away
All feelings do step aside just don't know when or you feel to weak to decide
Move on it will be hard but it has to happened
Or else you'll be in regret
There is no comfort in words it just feels like nothing
Having that feeling that nothing means anymore
I have that feeling
It kills me from the inside that I can't feel
I have gone numb
Lifeless just going day by day feeling, is it worth it anymore?
But it has to mean something
Why does stuff happen, there must be a reason behind it
But you may not know the answer to it
But I can't move on because I see something more to it
I see there is hope in this
That little hope will set me free
That hope will give you the strength to overcome it
That hope will strive for something better
That hope will give a new mea
Hold OnSeems like nobody cares anymoreHold On in Free Verse More Like This
Days go by and I am stuck in the same place as yesterday
Locked in this cage
In a endless loop of disappointment and lost
All I can do is to hold to the dream
Just hold on and believe
I know the road is hard but a day will come
Today may be long but tomorrow will come
I just need to hold and believe
Weeks have gone by
I still hold on
To that dream
But that dream went up into flames
I thought it will never turned this way
But all I can do is to hold on
What is left of me?
What I can pull out of this rubble?
Burned up in flames
A lifetime of effort, gone in a flash
I feel no pain or numbness
Just feels nothing
But I will always remember
Remember to hold on
Hold on and believe that someone will come and save
SilkwormA slave, a product, bredSilkworm in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
only to produce
My metamorphosis is
egg, larvae, pupa, dead
No wings, no skin to ever shed
I am incomplete
Day and night
I keep spinning my thread
In my dreams, my wings are spread
I rest peacefully
on a flower bed
And behind me is a cocoon shread