Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,Death Of Legend in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.
Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.
Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity suffers defeat,
Where societies tremble and lost leaders meet,
Then universal disaster will be our's generation's treat.
Spirits will turn to shade and souls will burn to sleet,
Demons will growl. Angels will cry. Men will scream.
To believe in an internal lease beyond war's sight,
No more to fear opposing voices that murder might,
Never to extinguish minds in
The Lonely TowerSee the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,The Lonely Tower in Free Verse More Like This
Gazing with his telescope every night and every hour,
Till under the brightest moon he spots a scarlet flower.
Walking barefoot on grass that glitters like gold,
She strikes his soul with a smile that thaws the cold.
See the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,
Dreaming on his mattress every night and every hour,
While along the dullest sands he feels a vermilion power.
Climbing fingertips on stone that sparkles like sapphire,
She haunts his heart with a honesty that sparks the fire.
See the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,
Waiting on his bride every night and every hour.
So above the wildest rivers he hears a crimson shower,
Pouring guilt on desire that dazzles like diamond,
She murders his mind with a muse that wakes the bond.
Ready To IgniteMy chest feels like a furnace,Ready To Ignite in Free Verse More Like This
And my lungs are on fire.
Death is my mind's only desire;
But I will carry on with bitter grace,
Knowing my ashes may leave no trace.
My chest feels like a grenade,
And my heart is about to explode.
Shall I continue down this road?
But now I stop because I am afraid,
That the life I lead may never be saved.
My chest feels like an anvil,
And my ribs feel like lead.
In my palms is black blood that bled,
But I am scared so much my stare is still,
With bleak eyes I accept misery for good or ill.
A Message for my loveI wanted to grow old with youA Message for my love in Free Verse More Like This
and go through thick and thin.
Together enjoy our pension age,
Just we two.
Its so hard now to remember,
though I know we share so many.
Memories for me too painful,
to ponder on any.
I get through each day somehow,
I´m grateful for your love,
which even tho you´re no longer here,
pours on me from above.
So rest in peace my lovely man.
I miss you everyday.
I´m thankful to have been the one,
you chose to be your woman.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach
My LadyA diamond noose stole the breath from her chest,My Lady in Free Verse More Like This
Where ribs caved beneath creaking whalebone corsets
And her hands lay useless against the curve of her waist.
An hourglass standing with each grain assigned,
A time and a place, a husband, no thought for her mind.
To be instructed and moulded into icy precision
Because in her heart the royal blue ran in vain
And her prison was forged before birth by name.
Fairy tales make pretty the twists of her life
As she's wound into tapestries, the good, obedient wife.
Let those who weave take for granted stillness in her lips
And forget to check the eyes which dip from sight,
For those who's power falls too far for her to reach
Means she must hide hide her only freedoms in deceit.
She'll whisper beneath men's ears and lace their tongues
With words that from their own have not be strung,
For what do women in titles' prisons have?
But the babes from further shackles brought,
And hopes that scheming years shall dull the locks
To free the blood of thos
The Devil's SonnetBleed your heart to cast my inkThe Devil's Sonnet in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then sign upon the flesh and skin
For madness hangs upon the brink
Where you drown in poisoned sin.
And eyes I stole from lovers' sights
shall deem with only me to kiss and lie
Reclaim on those stolen lusty nights
When letters bind the name and tie.
Can you catch the devil's tongue?
It's twisted within your own
And can you claim this deed so wrong
When all hope of redemption had flown?
Think with thoughts as black as coal
To match the state of your sold soul.
Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of ChaosMy brightly burning ice giant; god of fire,Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of Chaos in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My silver tongued lie-smith with weighted whispers—
Will you still love me on Ragnarök's byre?
When your children wage war on their elders?
For the nine realms will be nothing but chaos,
And each will sit back to watch the destruction
For none shall be able to forestall this loss,
Or find another world to which they can run.
If you say yes; that you will adore me yet…
Should I trust those lips which kiss me sweetly?
That weave such beautiful tricks, traps and nets
To trip and catch the Æsir and their army.
Tell me, if it should be my breath leaves first,
Should you take another into our bed?
Or should you deem this world to be accursed,
And wait for the fates to cut immortal thread.
The SkullShe'll speak to the dead with her head on one side,The Skull in Free Verse More Like This
Punctuate conversations with the roll of her eyes,
For jokes loose their bite once the dust takes my teeth
And laughter is dry without a tongue or lips and speech.
Watch the cracks for my mind and I have long fell out,
We were in for a while but overdue another bout
Any apologies would be useless in this little war
The maggots will mean the argument is lost for sure.
Once the stone grows too cold she will bore of my grin
But don't put my skull back where I lie straight and thin
Up here is a sun to bleach the old bones white
And a silver sheen smile beneath the evening starlight
My nerves frayed to cobwebs and caught the last draft
I won't feel the heat or ice like I did before in a past
With dark empty sockets I'm staring on blind
But it's better than rotting satin and myself for all time.
But while you perch on my name you may chatter on
Tell me of those who remained after my coffin was gone
If they became neighbours or settled elsew
Shattered SymphonyBefore the ice crept into your veins and settled,Shattered Symphony in Free Verse More Like This
Before the cracks in your heart were petrified,
Was there something other than ancient dust?
Hiding in the hollow echo of disused synapses,
Where nerves once sparked into singing chords
Rattled down time taut strings of frozen organs,
Buzzed through the vena cava and battered valves,
To swell lungs full with gasping, desperate breaths
While drum beats thundered, and the tempo jumped,
Crescendos of flustered words and twisted tongue,
Chasing the sun drenched notes from honeyed lips
To pin them down, caught upon a pulsing manuscript.
If there was once something more than what is now,
Then how did the rhythm crumble from its arches?
And why did the melody shatter sharps to flats
Tumbling from the stave etched in your arteries,
To clatter through the first of frozen teardrops,
That came when the ice first crept and settled in.
The Eyes of a DragonCan you see it through her eyes,The Eyes of a Dragon in Free Verse More Like This
Those distant fading memories
In vast and endless skies
Where horizons could not be set?
And can you find time before beginning,
A prequel to Adam and Eve?
Or the apes who stood to men,
And walked with swords upon two feet.
Discover hidden beneath time dulled scales
Where there's fires from ancient years,
Which burnt before the strike of flint
And paled only in others through fear.
Her claws once curled tightest grip
Alongside bated and excited breath,
As perched on the dizzying precipice
She held no fear of what she could drop.
She'd leap from cliffs where none would follow,
To unfurl her starving wings and feed,
Feaster on the wind and breeze
For flying held freedom and to live was to be free.
But now her claws click blunt and clipped
And her wings fold ripped and tattered,
No burnish holds in tarnished scales
When chains are there to keep her grounded.
What she was she is no more
So let the weary mind forget
For pain is brought in thoughts
Can you lose yourself inside another's love?Some days I stare at my hands,Can you lose yourself inside another's love? in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to find my singularity-
Lost in the muddle of plurality!
When you exchanged my heart,
And swapped in your own.
Incomplete"Tomorrow morning, that footstool goes!"Incomplete in Free Verse More Like This
And I'm left to listen to my own voice's echo,
As it bounced back off half-painted walls
And round corners without the skirting-
Next weekend's promise still etched in pencil.
But faded past the point of a stranger's notice,
And even your mother has stopped commenting,
On the second landing's crooked light fixing.
I must have asked you a hundred times before,
To throw out that footstool in the hallway.
Bought at some junk shop, three streets away,
And just awkward enough, so that I stub my toe,
Every single time I walk through the dam door!
The same door you painted pink to annoy John,
Next door's tenant with a grey tweed suit,
And a hate for anything even mildly creative!
God he hated you! With a passion unmatched.
At least he did-
Last week he said how he'd admired you.
He said that you artwork was unparalleled!
You would have snorted in his face,
And asked him "what else you would expect?
You were a genius with a paintbrush after all!"
A Beginning Worth StartingI'm waiting for a beginning worth starting,A Beginning Worth Starting in Free Verse More Like This
A first chapter with an undeniable hook!
To pull you between the lines
And drag you deeper into ink than words.
My winding, weaving plotline path,
Whose story holds the darkest villains.
For heroes are dull as dust compared,
To the creeping, grasping gasp
Of a good baddie's evil laugh.
And a scheme that tricks even the best,
The quickest witted reader's mind
Who believes they've solved the mystery
Only to find the ground has dropped,
And they stand over open darkness
Where answered questions have lay it wait!
Yes, that's the 'begin' I want to hear,
To read and live and jump into!
With writer's keys still clattering,
So I can't be told the ending yet
By those who skipped ahead the pages,
And setteled for 'he died' or 'won'.
I'll puppeteer the writer's hands.
That is, if I must.
I'm sick of waiting for a beginning worth starting,
It's taking too long to stain the pages
And the ending will arrive at same time set,
Despite if I start or I wait fo
CosmicHer head is light from spinning,Cosmic in Free Verse More Like This
Though the beacon still can glow
In the hope he'll draw close enough
For her to pull him home.
When he left he took her shell
The wall that she had built,
And scattered it across the stars
Who's cores were safely hid.
In their volatile explosion,
An argument leading to the spark,
Sent shock-waves through eternity
And blew them far apart.
Without him there's no fusion,
Only the one burnt out heart
To falter beneath grieving pain
Until a numb black hole does start.
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I promise, just one more one more stolen core
You know you shouldn't, but your claws are digging already in his chest,
I'm spilling his blood, the flesh I wrest
Don't collect this soul, not this time,
I must capture his soul before he captures mine,
I promise, just
Were you really there?Everything is long gone,Were you really there? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you're passing by ,
I'm still walking on this road, all alone,
I'm still trying to move on.
An intruder in my mind,the ghost of the old times,
Is reminding me about how you used to say,
That you really care.
All this time were you really there?
The Suicide DreamThere's blood on the floor,The Suicide Dream in Free Verse More Like This
A cold hand still leaning on the closed door,
The echo of a painful shout still overcome,
Imprinted in the empty sight,
The image of a purpose that was too soon gone.
Tangled bloody hair,
Of a person that decided no more can bear,
Tears like crystals still resting on the dead face,
The soundtrack of a film,
The scream of lost innocence,
On a black and white screen.
Suppressed words that cleaved a heart,
Broken promises and lies,
One more soul tore apart,
A person drown in useless cries,
Bloody, bruised wrist,
The result of the decision - no more can go on like this.
A peaceful grin,
Of a person that in the ocean of despair couldn't anymore swim,
Is frozen and distorted,
A blade, a stain of blood,
Life away has faded.
Like in a dream,
I see the bruised, dead face,
I hear a scream,
On the floor I see a bloody trace,
Snippets of a jumble film.
Another person broke down,
Took away by the whirling waves of the suicide dream,
Another person decided this world is m
Perfection is an IllusionPerfection is an illusionPerfection is an Illusion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As heaven is to Earth,
A painted cloudy paradise
Inspired by human dearth.
Flawless is the pole star
Leading man to fabled land,
Still distant the Polaris
From man's conceited hand.
Yet perfection's only flaw
That it will never know,
Perfection appears resplendent
Draped in fault's shadow.
Sonnet XIDear Death, thou art shunned, yet I welcome thee,Sonnet XI in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.
Sonnet VDear latent poet of this lifeless ageSonnet V in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are truth's last infallible device,
Though your work may remain an unseen page
Verity requires your watchful eyes.
Alas! Your life may never shelter peace,
Nay, peace seeks harborage in ignorance,
But your days so filled with candid release
Are truer than truth's own truthful penance.
Imagine no wreaths, for you shall receive none,
Save laurels of slander as truth's sole squire,
And in life, none shall know of things you have done,
Only to read your name 'neath the skyward spire.
Yet that enemy time, will be your friend
And past infinity truth will transcend.
Sonnet VIOh precious love sworn to passionate painSonnet VI in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Care not for losing Love's seasonal grace,
For it is fitful Love's to love again
And Love shall later love another face,
And of faithful love, Love loves to speak,
A love which lasts till Love's closing day,
Yet, Love loves to imprint every spare cheek
With more love than what one Love can pay,
Unsettled, the scales of love do shake,
Though Love's love for compromise is known,
Still Love from tenure will in time break,
For only love, not Love, is a man's own.
And on every morrow, Love tells a tale
Of merry things upon love's vagrant trail.
Sonnet IVOh conceded Lover I write to thee,Sonnet IV in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though to thou in words I shall be no more.
What I lost in love, thou hast lost in me,
For I lost thine act, and thou, my adore.
While thou hast gained another's love, anon,
And cast away thine hollow yesterdays,
Mine love, sworn to the yonder morrows-- gone!--
Still looks thither with False Hope's hopeful gaze.
Alas! Albeit these incomplete dreams
I thank thee for its wondrous prelude,
Now my quill covets for other themes
Which upon thy coming grew accrued.
Had our love endured, I'd remove thy guise,
And thou, in my sonnet, immortalize.
The Passion FruitTease the heart in little doses,The Passion Fruit in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A dash of red, not all the roses,
Fan the flame that's frail and dying,
Cull the bird that's fit and flying,
Win the sight of every pleasure,
Yet forfeit the sunken treasure,
Pull one step short of simple ration,
Hoard the enshrined conversation,
Speak in words that betray ire,
Prepare the untimely pyre,
Call out the rites in gleeful voices,
Portray a faux lack of choices,
Then leap before the burning fervor,
Await the sorrowful preserver,
Raise the stakes to hold your bearing,
Stretch the tender till it's tearing,
What is broken, makes one stronger,
What doesn't end is meant for longer,
What is pined for is not what is
And longed for neither hers nor his,
A dearth, a lack, a want we savour
And THAT lends the passion fruit its flavour.
The Artist's PleaThe fingerprints of mankind among each hillThe Artist's Plea in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Does the artist's eyes with melancholy fill,
A meadow unseen, untouched by time
Lends the poor poet his timeless rhyme,
The song of a lark, the scent of a rose
Bears in its womb, the birth of sweet prose,
And though man will pillage and nature abuse
Where from will he find tomorrow's muse?
Satisfaction is a ShadowSatisfaction is a shadowSatisfaction is a Shadow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So near and yet so far,
Which yearns for yet another moon
And feeds on every star.
The rich remain forever poor
And the poor; truly rich,
And heaven falls to sordid waste
Curing Man's endless itch.
More copious than the cosmos
Yet once a pinch of snuff,
Has humanity forgotten
Enough was once enough?
Sonnet XIIIMistress Fortune, thou art every man's queen,Sonnet XIII in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Princes and paupers take thou for a bride
And upon thy smile mankind rests keen;
I pray to no God, yet bow 'neath thy pride.
Each reward of creation is thy gift;
Sweet fruits of laborious seeds unsowed,
And how fickle the man, who in thy rift
Laments lost harvests on fields unploughed.
Yet, thy nature reflects the untamed sky,
Sullen, silent, sunny; a fiend and friend,
And though weathered I, still this eye be dry,
On thou, my dearer tears, I shall not spend.
Miss Fortune! Fair Fortune! A fare thee well!
All thy winds of chance shall not toll my bell.
Delusions of RealityFor many hours we spoke.Delusions of Reality in Free Verse More Like This
It came to me that perhaps
You were history repeating itself.
That maybe you weren't real-
Or I wasn't.
Either seemed more probable than
Some like you and someone like me
Actually being together.
So I debated,
And you replied,
Your answers were not as I expected
Lending credit to your claims.
The nagging doubt will exist,
Until the day we finally meet
Face to face,
Flesh to flesh.
I might doubt.
Some hallucinations seem VERY real.
But even if you AREN'T,
Even if I am a figment of your imagination,
Or you of mine,
I hope you never vanish.
That we will always be at least friends.
I cannot bear to lose anymore people I care about.
I cannot lose YOU.
Promise not to vanish,
And don't banish me
If I turn out not to be real?
You must need me,
Like I need you…
LIESBrilliant LIESLIES in Free Verse More Like This
Fall from my lips.
Dazzling words of misdirection,
All on display to HIDE
The fact that there are pieces
That there is a darkness within
Of course I can Love.
Of course I can be yours.
Most certainly I will never hurt you.
She is screaming,
Locked away behind the mask,
Behind the Steel and Ice
And Blades and Blood.
Don't listen to her cries,
Look at the beautifully sculpted
I have on display.
Aren't they much more
Aren't they what you
And gift you with
What you DESIRE.
I'm FineTo say "I'm fine."I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
It's so easy.
To mean it?
That's not so simple.
when tears spill unheaded
in warm rivers down my face,
and desperate sobs
it's hard to be "ok."
I'm just glad no one can see.
See the frazzeled, snotty mess
the horrid swollen abomination of a face
that gives lie
to every "I'm fine"
ever uttered or typed.
InspirationSo many nights of dreaming,Inspiration in Free Verse More Like This
Of wishing for magic and song,
And when I awaken,
My dreams continue,
Leaving me longing
For a world of my own making.
Characters beg for a chance to shine,
And a chance for love.
How can I deny them?
They live a life so different from mine,
They are a part of me.
I wonder who is more real?
SecretI have a secret.Secret in Free Verse More Like This
There is someone…
Someone I've fallen for.
Someone who makes
My heart tremble.
Who is in my thoughts constantly.
I can't say the words
That scream themselves in my soul.
It's too soon for those.
May ALWAYS be too soon.
But I just had to tell someone.
Had to share the news.
But you can't tell,
If he knew…
Let's just say I'm fragile.
So no one can know.
YOU can know,
But you won't tell,
Who's the Danger Here?Poisoned KissesWho's the Danger Here? in Free Verse More Like This
Rain false affection.
Don't let them touch you,
Or you will be tainted.
Don't listen to her honeyed words
Or tempting promises.
She'll only destroy you!
Just run away!
Don't worry about
What you think you see.
Don't look back,
Don't shed a single tear for me.
I'll only destroy your
Beautiful and innocent heart.
You can't embrace her!
You can't love her!
If you do I-
Desperate tears fall from my eyes,
Innocent kisses from your loving lips.
What if it kills you?
You hold me,
As if I'm fragile,
As if the slightest touch might break me.
You're words are like warm rain
On my frozen soul.
Because I feel them.
I know what will happen-
If I let you continue.
I strive to push you away,
But your affection has trapped me.
I try to save you-
I'M the danger.
But you seem intent
On saving ME
Ode to RamenRamen Noodles,Ode to Ramen in Free Verse More Like This
In a cup or bowl.
Eat them crumbled, crush or whole.
Cooked in butter,
With eggs and cheese.
Eat them any way you please.
Oh so good.
Cheap and delicious.
Eat them now,
WaitingWaiting:Waiting in Free Verse More Like This
By the phone,
In front of the computer,
By the door.
No matter where I go
Or what I do,
I feel like I'm always waiting.
While I'm waiting,
In the back of my mind,
I know that I can drop everything.
When I can stop waiting,
I will probably be dead,
'cause I'm always waiting.
Eaten AliveThe party ran late.Eaten Alive in Free Verse More Like This
The jungle was dark,
Except for the eerie shadows
Cast by my torch.
I felt as if something was watching me
With starving eyes.
Waiting for me to be in the perfect spot
To be devoured.
To stave off the fear,
I began to sing.
Perhaps that was the wrong choice.
My voice is quite off key…
My torch went flying
As I was knocked to the ground.
Before it fizzled out,
I saw the demon cat
The mad tiger who devours.
His eyes gleamed,
Full of anger and hunger.
The rending of flesh and bone
Caused my brain to despair,
Screams of pain wracking my frame.
I was being EATEN alive!
Screams and whimpers are
To the ears of man eating tigers
The Demon and the Magician: Part 6, Act IThe Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 6, Act I in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part Six: Ad Bellum, Act I
A large thud wakes me as my eyes, blurry and dreary, slide open to stare at the ceiling above me. Looking to my right, I see Alex’s bed empty, the blanket pulled over the edge.
“Alex?” I yawn, lifting my tired body up off the floor, moonlight filtering into the room from the large window behind me. “Did’ya fall off?”
Looking over the bed, I can see his body lying on the floor, the blanket wrapped haphazardly around it, his muscles in spasm, writhing and contorting as he winces and cries softly. His eyes are shut tight, and fists are clenched.
“Alex!” I exclaim as I drop to his side, grabbing his shoulders and looking down at him. “What’s wrong? C’mon, wake up! Snap out of it! Alex!”
With a loud gasp his eyes shoot open as his body stiffens, his limbs stretching outward, pushing against the bed and sliding it across the wooden floor. His eyes are a pu
The Demon and the Magician: Part 8The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 8: Lost
“Watch it!” the man yells as I jump off to the side, falling backwards into a puddle of murky brown water. The man throws his arm out the window, throwing me the bird before rushing off in his large black sedan. I don’t bother to lift myself up out of the water—the rain has already soaked me to my core. Instead, I just sit, looking around me as people rush back and forth, their bodies immersed in technology, connecting them to and severing them from the world at the same time.
“The nineteenth century was so much kinder to me,” I say softly, standing up and continuing to walk down the cold concrete sidewalk. My shoes, slick and black, shine under the soft gray light that filters down from the sky. Lifting my left hand to my face, I look at the dark black scar: there’s been something different about it for a couple centuries now. Granted, it still works just fine; but something about it nags at me, b
The Demon and the Magician: Part 7The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 7: Goobye
“Terra,” I shout, focusing energy through my core and into the earth beneath me, “obedire me!” Extending outwards, my hands glow a dark green that expands like ribbons onto the stone pillars surrounding me, wrapping around them and heaving them upwards.
“Be careful, Alex!” Adeon shouts from behind as my body lifts slowly off the ground, the earth trembling as I strain myself to lift the pillars back into place—Cassius’ magic, embedded in the surroundings, resists my every move. I can feel sweat dripping down my face, the breath begins to dwindle from within me: with one final cry of pain I force the pillars back into place.
My body drops to the ground in a heap as my chest heaves, my lungs never getting their fill, my muscles in spasm. Adeon runs over to me and grabs my shoulders, his dark eyes staring into mine as he smiles.
“You did it,” he says, helping me up as we look ar
The Demon and the Magician Part FiveThe Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician Part Five in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part Five: All Hell Breaks Loose
Gray. That’s all I see when I wake up. From the clouds in the sky to the light filtering through them, everything is gray: the kind of dullness that practically pulls the life from your body.
With a soft groan I lift myself off of the thick padded mat and glare out the window. A soft breeze wanders lazily into the room, the scent of the ocean meandering with it as it brushes past my nose. Inhaling deeply, I rub my eyes and look to my left: nothing but an empty blanket and pillow.
“Shit,” I say softly, throwing my legs over the edge and heaving myself up onto the old wooden floorboards. My eyes wander down to the trunk and it worn wooden lid—as gray as the rest of the world outside—before I turn and open the door, my left foot hovering in the doorway for a moment. My head turns back to the trunk, and in an instant anger and pain fill my body.
Rushing out of the door and into the narrow hallway
i miss you...I sit here in this rain,i miss you... in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of you.
But no matter how long I wait on this bench,
You will never meet me here.
I’ve got on my best dress, my cane,
Even that old bowler hat you always liked,
And I wait at the bench where we first met.
But you will never meet me here again.
I lean on my cane in front of me,
Thinking of you,
Elegy for a DreamHow do dreams die?Elegy for a Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Do they simply fade away,
Like fog after a rainy day?
Do they go out with a bang,
Like a shot heard around the world?
Do they go out with a whimper,
Like a wounded animal dying in a hidden hole?
How do dreams die?
Do they change until they are unrecognizable,
Like the evolution of life?
Do they corrupt and corrode,
Like death and decay?
Do dreams kill other dreams,
Like people kill other people?
How do dreams die?
Can they die with a person,
Never shared or known?
Can a dream become reality,
Before it dies?
Can reality be a dream,
Before it dies?
DenialIn a quaint little home, a woman puts up the last of the dishes. She looks into the living room where her two children sleep in front of the television. She carefully carries each child to their bed and tucks them in with a kiss and says "I love you". The children remain silent.Denial in Short Stories More Like This
The woman goes to her room where her husband is. He lies on the bed quietly, waiting for his wife. The woman smiles lovingly at her husband as she slides beside his cold form. He'd been sick for a month and required extra care now. In fact earlier that day she had helped him bathe and remove the filth from his body. He was always so messy.
Kissing her husband deeply she tells him goodnight as she pulls the covers over their cold bodies.
In a peaceful little home, the woman finish's the last of the morning's dishes. Then there came a knocking, knocking, knocking on the door. The woman answer's the door. A man in a blue police uniform stands.
"Excuse me ma'am. We've received a missing persons report for your husb
Fade to BlackI don’t want to dieFade to Black in Free Verse More Like This
To fade to black
In a whisper,
I want to leave my mark
And be known,
I want to do something great
To inspire others,
As I have been
By those before me,
I want to create something
That will mark their hearts,
To make them feel
When they remember,
I don’t want to be another life
I have dreams
I want to make real,
If only for a little while,
I don’t want to fade to nothing
When I die,
I don’t want to fade to black
ErasedWhat would you be if you erased your sorrow?Erased in Free Verse More Like This
What would you be if you erased your pain and hurt?
What would you be if you erased your embarrassment?
What would you be if you took it all away,
All the negative things in your life?
What would be left without those things?
Would that leave you pure as a child?
As weak and defenseless as a child?
What would you be if you erased your happiness?
What would you be if you erased your joy and pleasure?
What would you be if you erased your pride and confidence?
What would you be if you took it all away,
All the positive things in your life?
What would be left without those things?
Would that leave you as corrupt as an adult?
As cruel and harsh as an adult?
If you erased anything about you,
Would you be you at all?
Post-ApocalypticOur waters are taintedPost-Apocalyptic in Free Verse More Like This
And our crops are blighted
Our population is cut
And our births are few
We wanted to live
We wanted to kill
And now we’re dying
And so are you.
Our land grew tired
And oceans stagnant
Our terrestrials grew ill
And our aquatic vile
We harnessed the elements
We harnessed the forces
And now we’re worse
Than when we began.
Our tech rendered useless
And leadership crushed
Our sun sent storms
And our moon abandoned us
Our stomachs are bloated
And our bodies hunger
The air is poison
And our flesh burns
We thought us great
And now we’re less
Our homes are dust
And our hope is gone.
Perhaps life will return
In a million or two
But we know it’s too late for us
And you too.
Koi FishWhatKoi Fish in Free Verse More Like This
Musing colorsWhat color would the seven sins beMusing colors in Free Verse More Like This
If they could be seen?
Only a devil could tell with glee.
Invidia and jealousy share the same shade of green with bitter resentment,
While Avaritia prefers to horde the colors of yellow, grey and green.
Luxuira love to wear shades of lushes red,
while Ira baths in red and wears black and white,
Acedia is buried under blankets of blue and grey,
While Gula is busy indulging on brown and orange,
All the while Superbia wears robes of royal purple,
And demanding that all bow down to its will and none other.
Death DealerDeath lingered behind his eyes,Death Dealer in Free Verse More Like This
ruthless his lips edged up
in a killers smile,
it was the moment
while his prey
lie blissfully unaware.
a heart beat
was the only sound,
while the shadow
prepared to descend
with the swiftness
of a falcon.
Blood paints the darkness
of the night, not even a scream,
it is true what they say
you can die within your dreams,
for what was he
but a phantom unseen,
a death dealer who will
take flight with your life
while you sleep.
He is gone
even before the very last
breath can be drawn
but he never leaves a doubt
none escapes from his
Sleeping MorteNightshade adorned the forgotten graveSleeping Morte in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where she slept away the fading day
within her crypt bedecked in rose-gold,
yet to time she remains a slave.
With nightfall she rises from her grave,
by moons wan light she appears fay
draped in voluminous lace of old,
upon your soul death's name she'll engrave.
From ivory lips a kiss none can save,
an elusive bloom that won't stay,
her love yet remains ever so cold,
death will be all you have to crave.
As she returns back to the grave,
to her memory the lost ones pray,
slumbering amid decay and mold,
vigil kept only by the brave.
Silence is DeathVoiceless and bleeding at the end of my ropeSilence is Death in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
chocking upon words which remain unspoken,
with jaw unhinged I may find a way to cope.
Lock myself in with all the pieces broken,
how can I find the right moment to tell you?
I try to deliver some secret token.
These trails of blood would make sense if you knew,
this silence is bound to be the death of me,
I am stuck and don't know how to make it through.
I have to close my eyes in order to see
and I know only I can set myself free.
InhumanYour lies are so much more beautifulInhuman in Free Verse More Like This
than the truths you attempt to tell,
how I dislike the efforts you make
to be noble, it ill suits you
and your goodness holds no interest to me.
Why must we play that game
of pretending to care,
it is the moments of brutality
that spark your eyes which arouse my interest.
I prefer to think of you bloody
not draped in white,
you see with you I don't have to
masquerade as a better person.
There are times, frightening and sublime
when I feel I could throw it all away,
and walk the savage war path
without ever looking back.
But you hesitate and falter,
I do not believe in your guilt,
but at moments you are lost to me
when you want to wear the facade
of still being human in some definable way.
What is humanity to us?
Only a speck of dust,
wash your remorse down the drain
let us not play the tortured soul game,
I have no apology.
Rise to the occasion
embrace the hunger which consumes your soul
tremble not before them
but let them drink from
Pharaoh and His WifeBeneath the ancient skiesPharaoh and His Wife in Free Verse More Like This
two lovers, hand in hand
walk together under a vastness
of the stars.
a world of uncertainty,
on the cusp of everything,
where power ripples as the sands
beneath their feet,
to dissipate at any moment.
To each other they cling,
to hold it together,
they stand tall bearing the weight
of the world upon their shoulders.
The gods watching above,
with critical eye
expecting to mold the divine
within mortal flesh
in their earthly representatives.
And rise or fall in time
they will become immortalized,
captured in one stolen moment
as but two lovers beneath
an ancient sky.
SilenceYourSilence in Free Verse More Like This
silence kills me
more than words
While I am held
waiting and wondering.
Each passing day
rises new hope
which steadily declines
and leaves me wanting,
I wake to another
you must break this fast
upon my heart
and at last speak.
The Soldier's WifeScarcely was it time enough to breatheThe Soldier's Wife in Free Verse More Like This
a moment they were given which felt stolen,
making it all the more delicious
and yet still so much the bitter.
She savored this body,
miraculously still whole
with a beating heart inside,
but she wondered at moments
stealing glances in his eyes,
Her love was tempered with
momentary bursts of fear
that left her trembling in regret,
though she knew that heart
full of holes as it may be,
belonged still to her.
But this body that she would
hold onto for dear life was not
hers to keep, she knew it belonged
to them, and he may well have
signed his soul to the devil
for it was buried somewhere
in that arid earthbound hell.
They were mocking in their generosity
of restoring him to her again,
knowing they could without question
summon him back, and next time
they may send him back by piecemeal,
would they than still allow her to have
his heart when nothing else was left,
after they stripped everything else away?
My Beautiful DisasterBroken boyMy Beautiful Disaster in Free Verse More Like This
with your coffee
I should have been
forewarned to stay away
but your lips
curved in a cynical smile
and your eyes
saw the bitterness of the world,
I longed for your artist's fingers
to give me a caress,
I see you smoking in bed
among twisted sheets
while we for a moment
forget the pain of the world,
but in the end we are
destined to destroy each other,
it was never love
that drew us together
but the beauty of your mind
and the languid litheness of your body,
the cracks in your heart,
and despair in your soul,
but I was never the one
to give you what you require,
you are an ideal
I desired to posses,
and I was there when you were lost
so I became your latest form
while you made me forget the void
yet never could satisfy its emptiness,
we took each other to oblivion
only pretending to be saved.
Demon InsideWill you love the demonDemon Inside in Free Verse More Like This
inside me? I know there is a darkness
in my soul that sinks down into the abyss,
and my heart beats callously.
I cannot pretend to be an angel,
I don't aspire for Sainthood,
I never have presumed that I was good,
and never sought to be better than this.
Will you tremble at the sight of me?
Revile within the truth of me,
do I repulse you so?
Or might you glimpse something
beyond all the insanity,
can you see past the nightmares
of my dreams?
Understand I am not seeking
to be saved, I don't want to be led
astray from my twisted path.
Don't come to me if you believe
you can purify my soul,
but I want your willingness
to dare to enter the labyrinth with me.
We could learn to destroy each
other beautifully, we will not live
in petty lies, and falsetto hopes.
Our lives may derail in time,
but they will be entirely ours,
the wreckage of truth which
refuses to be denied.
Do you have enough
faith in yourself to risk
all your safety ground,
for the perilous position