Open DoorsYou stumbled back inOpen Doors in Free Verse More Like This
like you were drunk and late
to a party, car keys in hand,
rain drenched hair clinging to
You took a step through the
threshold and stepped back
through eons, rain soaked and
The door stayed open but I
never asked you to leave,
I let your steps echo in me
and reverberate through me
until I was a child waiting for
my dad to come through the
door and into my arms
I let you soak me like the first
girl I ever kissed in the rain
and let the droplets slip
between our lips
I never wanted you back, but
the door stayed open and you
never closed it behind when
you stepped back into my life
ClockworkShe took my hand,Clockwork in Free Verse More Like This
bony and blood stained
and held it to her shattered breast
She told me
"This beats only for you"
and I felt her heart tick inside
her like a clock
ConnectionsI love youConnections in Free Verse More Like This
Remember them all
Everytime I say it
It's a piece of me,
I give to you
I see all you are
And you're beauiful
You're worth it all
I'd give it all
All the inside ways
Things no one knows
Our private communication
In plain sight
Like the penciled bats in heaven
You're a star in my mind
And the angel on my shoulder
These are all the things that remind me of you
You're all around me
Everywhere I go
In everything I see
You're forever in my heart
Forever in my mind
And I'll love you
Until the end
FateTo loveless marriages andFate in Free Verse More Like This
the men and women who
tore our hearts from our
chest and our heads from our
Toast again to pristine white
dresses, the tight neckties
and collars of God.
Women dressed in blue and
black, throwing flowers,
catching flies in honey and
throwing them back to the
world without wings
To the shuttered offices and
$300 hours where men and
women sit with knives, ready
to carve out their own fortune
from a dead bloated carcass
lying still on the paper.
Discarded bands and small
tan lines sing of years
forgotten and the acids yet to
To the children that fate
forgot, clutching to any hope
in their darkness, holding onto
any remains of a crumbling
household. Revolution spins
in their heads, tied tight to
betrayal and hate.
Fate never forgot you, so hold
on tight, you'll fall soon
UntitledIt can kill us and claw usUntitled in Free Verse More Like This
and destroy the walls we built so high,
the ones to surround the grave
we dug deep into our hearts and heads,
The place where we burried our lives and pain
along with our hopes and dreams.
I was always told:
"A day will come when you need them back;
when you need your pain to wear like armour
and your life to give to another,
you'll need the hope to blind out the night
and your dreams to make you live forever"
I never believed it.
I still don't believe it.
But today I'll drag every stone from the walls of my sacred fort,
raze the prison to it's bloodied knees
in the names of gods and men
I'll dig tooth
until I bleed
and the dirt of my sins
are one with me
Because no one deserves to be alone
in their sorrows
and no one ever thinks there's another soul lost in a pit,
So I'll find my box filled with it's troubles
and lend it to them,
I'll give them all of me,
and show them where I came from,
to show them what I am now
Dream StateKiss you in darknessDream State in Free Verse More Like This
The sweet embrace of your arms
The sweet embrace of your lips
Never forget her smile of meeting
Never forget her face as you left
Hooded figure in the land of heat
The meeting place of dreams I never knew
Escape and but don't say goodbye
Escape to the airport
To wake up from this beautiful dream
Realise a thought never known
Leave with a smile of an attraction
Built on longing for meetings between souls
Never forget her smile of meeting
Never forget her face as you left
Don't forget that feeling of waking
I'm not a poetI'm not a poet.I'm not a poet in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just a random guy
from a random corner of the world
who spills thoughts and self proclamations
like a child spills milk
mother always said
don't cry over spilled milk
I'm far from elegant,
even further from sane
and further still from a wordsmith who has tuned
His mind into a symphony of neuron pulses
or the aristocracy of art who spill sentences
from their hearts like conductors on stages
I'm not a poet.
I'm not broken.
I'm just a boy who hides in the corner
while his world screams stop
Let goJust let yourself goLet go in Free Verse More Like This
Pretend all you knew was true
And just let go
Know it's true
Feel it's true
But surrender to something more
And forget all your securities
Just let yourself go
Fall into the echoes
The haunting silence
But never be afraid
Because all you know,
Was once unknown
Reflection of an ImperfectionI'm scared to look in the mirrorReflection of an Imperfection in Free Verse More Like This
For fear of what I might see
I might see me
The real me
In life without reflection
I can control what I see myself as
But when I open my eyes
To the perfect reflection
I see all my imperfections
I see this stranger staring back
This stranger I wish I didn't know
I see the stranger
I see this stranger is me
Angels pure as mudMuddied water stains the cloth of angels,Angels pure as mud in Free Verse More Like This
Seeping into their flesh and bone
Admist the green smoke
Devils lurk in silence
Choking these angels
Betraying them to cancerous life
and ill lasting ecstacy
They work in silence
Their actions repeating sin until it's all that's left
She's been taken
From the outside in muddied water
From the inside with cancerous bindings
This angel is dead
And the devils move on
ObsessionYou are my obsession.Obsession in Free Verse More Like This
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
Now You'll SeeNo words come out;Now You'll See in Free Verse More Like This
Trapped in my head.
What am I feeling?
It doesn't stop.
I'll make it stop.
Can't do this;
Only one option.
No way to explain;
You'll never understand.
Now you'll see.
How I SpeakPoetry is how I speak.How I Speak in Free Verse More Like This
My communication is weak.
Sorry if I don't talk back.
Social skills I do lack.
No understanding of what to say.
Dealing with it everyday.
So when I just say nothing,
It doesn't mean anything.
What to say I'm not sure.
My short responses do bore.
Only understood when I write.
A difference of day and night.
Take this as my apology.
It's not you. It really is me.
Only MeWhat would it feel like,Only Me in Free Verse More Like This
To just disappear.
You wouldn't know,
If you just weren't here.
There is no feeling,
Because you can't feel.
You can't interpret.
You just aren't real.
It's so lonely here,
Where you used to be.
I look around,
But it's only me.
More Than Anyone BeforeThere's never been a loveMore Than Anyone Before in Free Verse More Like This
Like the one you have for me.
I'm floating; I'm surrounded.
Your love is all I feel.
I just can't comprehend
Why it's bestowed upon me.
I don't deserve
Everything that you are.
But even so
I know that it's true.
You'd do anything for me.
You've already done so much.
I wish so much I could say
My love is the same,
But my hearts been broken
By a lover before.
There's so much
That I would do for you.
But I can promise you
I love you
More than I've loved anyone before.
Meant To BeTake back some of your love.Meant To Be in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not an angel for above.
Of all the flaws that you see,
Not a single one you find in me.
You're in a circle of self hate.
Can't you see that I inflate?
What I'd do to make you smile;
I'll try it once in a while.
Kiss and hug is all you could ask.
So I make up a destructive task.
Cut you open, make you bleed.
I'm the poison on which you feed.
Somehow I'm amazing to you.
Does it even matter what I do?
Self esteem is way too low,
But punishment is all I know.
Trying to curb my sadistic ways
Or you won't survive many days.
Why can't love just be easy?
Are we really meant to be?
My BoyfriendCan't wipe the smile off my faceMy Boyfriend in Free Verse More Like This
My heart jumps and starts to race
I love when I'm around you.
My new favorite thing to do.
I am so into you, boy.
This honeymoon phase is pure joy.
When this phase we have is done,
What will our relationship become?
I've told you what I hold inside.
In you it seems I can confide.
Will you always want to see my smiles?
Will I still want to drive those miles?
I think the potential is great,
But to see we'll have to wait.
Hope this never comes to an end.
So glad I can call you my boyfriend.
Across the RoomAcross the room, it's you I see.Across the Room in Free Verse More Like This
You look elsewhere and don't see me.
For the first time I lay eyes on you.
Your beauty is something new.
I watch you for a little while.
My lips can't help but form a smile.
So perfect your long hair.
Your skin is oh so fair.
Your body is rounded just right.
Your smile makes the room alight.
You get excited and voice raises pitch.
Sounds like a song with melody rich.
Then embarrassed you start to blush.
I wish I could console with my touch.
Wondering if I should come near.
Rejection I really do fear.
I don't even know what I would say,
And chances are that you're not gay.
I watch until you walk away.
Maybe we'll meet some other day.
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Honest Psychiatrist in Free Verse More Like This
Take a guess at what you got.
It's needed for your medication.
Label shouldn't cause frustration.
Guess at what pill to take.
So many that they make.
Don't know about your brain.
Could make you more insane.
Effects are usually small.
You may have none at all.
We warn just so you know,
Your pain may just grow.
Your brain isn't fried.
Just another to be tried.
Patience is what I need.
I promise it isn't greed.
So here's another pill.
Maybe now you won't be ill.
Two Sides to Every StoryCan't believe you're not here. | Can't you see I'm still here?Two Sides to Every Story in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you were my fear. | Being silent is my fear.
Now I just want you back. | I'll always have your back.
I have to keep this on track. | I will keep it on track.
I'm sorry that I hurt you. | I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm not sure what to do. | I wonder what you'll do.
A slight buzz is what I feel. | My thoughts you barely feel.
I wonder if you're real. | I promise that I'm real.
I'll never forget the pain. | I'm sorry for all the pain.
You drove me so insane. | You're not really insane.
What if it happens again? | It will never happen again.
How can I call you my friend? | You are my closest friend.
I just want to be happy. | I want you to be happy.
Can I still be me? | Can you accept me?
Don't let her fly away... She needs to be found,Don't let her fly away... in Free Verse More Like This
To be captured and held on to...
She runs away,
Ignore her but never see the beauty in her eyes,
Or the words she writes...
She found you,
In everything you do,
In everything she does and thinks.
Hear her quiet actions and not be blinded by her scared voice.
If you do aything at all...
Believe in the girl trapped inside her.
Give her the chance.
Give her the first word of a conversation.
Let her trust build in you and see more words tumble out of her sweet mouth.
Let her laugh give you a warm hug on a cold day,
And her kindness and support help you out of bed in the morning.
Just give her the support once you found her and the beauty within,
And she will be like the butterfly that never...
I'll Never LeaveI have died.I'll Never Leave in Free Verse More Like This
But I do not shed a tear.
My soul is captured all around.
I am the trickling rain.
Born from my tears.
I am the night mist.
Unknown and mysterious for so many years.
I am the break of thunder.
As I cry but can not be heard.
I am a flower,
drowning in a flooded world.
I am the dead soul,
That is still alive.
I am the world.
Captured in a mind.
I am the gentle hum.
A sweet silver tune.
I am the warm sun,
there to wake you up.
I am the cool wind,
to tangle you up when I pass in a hurry.
I am a word, a sentence.
An expression, a sound.
A laugh, a small remembrance.
A ghost of myself.
A fragment of a memory.
Sharp and painful.
Don't let it hurt.
For it is what was forgotten.
A forgotten world.
A forgotten place.
A forgotten happiness.
Don't let me be forgotten.
Just Lie To MeTell me that love is over rated.Just Lie To Me in Free Verse More Like This
That it isn't want it is made out to be.
That it is painful and hurtful.
Tell me that love isn't what I want.
Tell me that I shouldn't fixate on this dream.
That a relationship will suddenly fix my imperfections.
It won't fill the void that depression has caused.
It won't give me the courage do things.
It won't heal the scars I've caused.
Tell me love isn't want I need.
Tell me I'm selfish for wanting it,
Selfish for want to make a person love a girl who wants to be dead.
Tell me I shouldn't fall in love.
Tell me I'm not hurting anyone that way.
Tell me that there is no one that could ever match the man, the person who saves me in my dreams.
I thought I'd given up on love,
But I keep missing that romance that has never, and never will be there...
I'm missing that life I need...
My Dying Wish...I just want to cry,My Dying Wish... in Free Verse More Like This
To give up;
I hide my scars,
Yet I want them to be seen.
That way I'll be confronted;
Instead of having to speak up.
I want people to know.
But I don't want help.
I want, just, want people to say goodbye.
To agree with me.
That won't happen.
I'm helpless to myself,
And those around me.
Isn't there anything I can do?
To stop feeling so bad?
How did it begin today?
I Cut myself.
How did I go from good to bad?
I wanted to isolate myself.
How did I fall so bad?
Because how can I not be sad.
My bullies are sleep and comfort.
Torting me. Confusing me. Mocking me.
Laughing at me. Laughing at my scars.
My stupid way to escape the days.
I feel pain.
I feel anger.
I feel lost.
I feel hurt.
I feel worry.
I feel happiness.
I feel hatred.
I feel fatigue.
I feel drunk.
I feel depressed...
I have to cry and deal with it; cut myself and deal with it. Because the world won't allow my dying wish:
Goodbye...I don't think I love you anymore.Goodbye... in Free Verse More Like This
I have loved you for a year and 10 months and you never noticed.
I hope it isn't just because I haven't seen you in ages.
I really hope so.
Because if it is.
As soon as I see your face all of that love will come rushing back.
But with love comes pain.
I must be over you.
Because I've fallen for a man created in my brain.
Who cheers me up.
Who holds me when I cry.
Who talks to me when I'm alone.
Who helps me when I've hurt myself.
Who loves me for me.
Who understands me.
And I know he doesn't exist so he can't be you.
I don't think I've let you go though.
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Hell Doesn't Even Know in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'm happy,
Maybe I'm sad.
I feel so alone,
Yet I've been with people all day.
I feel so unloved,
Yet I know I have people who love me.
I can't talk about these feelings.
I can't open up when the door is locked.
And the key is lost.
I want to inspire,
But I just recieve empathy.
I want to die,
But I keep on breathing.
I feel so confused, lost and all alone.
The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.
I don't want someone to understand.
I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.
And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
2 Years...2 Years... in Free Verse More Like This
This is a girl.
Who doesn't cut.
Doesn't want to die. Yet anyway.
Who didn't fast or count calories.
Who didn't have panic attacks.
I Was just sad.
But she had her friends.
And on this day.
The 9th December 2011.
She went out to celebrate her friends birthday.
And she had her lows.
And she had her highs.
And it was fun.
And she remembers going home so happy.
Can you believe that only a month or so later she considering suicide?
And then fell down from there.
And a year later at the same friends birthday party.
She was triggered by that massive cake knife...
That picture was the begginging.
I was young. I was happy.
I was worth living.
In just. Two. Years...
EverythingEverything,Everything in Free Verse More Like This
Is just one big mess.
It hurts and I'm lost again.
I'm back to the beginning.
I've fallen down again.
But not to the bottom;
If I had,
I'm quite sure;
I wouldn't be here right now.
Everything becomes good,
But at the same time not.
If it isn't a heavy feeling,
It's a mean thought.
I know there are people worse off;
So why am I feeling this?
I have and am nothing,
A pathetic girl with
Unique, silly scars
But it's true.
But I shouldn't feel this way.
I can't control my feelings, and
I can't control my thoughts.
I want to runaway
Like I always do.
But I'm stuck;
The Dead GirlSomeone is screaming. Always screaming.The Dead Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Crying. Nightmares on repeat.
There's the bitch. With swear words and insults.
The drunk. Crying in the corner.
The addict. Craving pain. Craving food.
The puzzler. Finding a escape.
What to do in the future?
Will that happen?
Will this happen?
Why? Why? Why?
The scared one. Shivering and shaking.
Rocking back and forth.
Arms clasped around her head begging for silence.
Worrying. Crying. Thinking. Analysing. Waiting.
The dying one.
Nothing to eat.
Weak. Hopeless words and cruel dreams of peace.
Of death. Of an ending.
The screaming. The nightmares.
All the thoughts blurring over again and again.
The fucked up one.
Trying to escape the maze of thoughts.
And rocks back and forth staring into the distance.
Covering her ears to block out the noises in her head.
The fucked up one,
who's in a room with all the people above.
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 1Olivia Goes West - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Green River, Utah
One Year Later
"Wake up Olivia, we're finally here." came the thick Scottish accent of Hiram Flaversham, stirring his young daughter awake as she leaned against him, the two of them riding beneath a wagon with their belongings in a smaller mouse-sized replica.
It had been a long journey to the land of opportunity, where the streets were paved with cheese. Here he would find his fortune in the toy business, and make a better life for his daughter, far away from any danger. Even with Ratigan dead (though no body was recovered, chillingly enough), after having suffered such an ordeal, Hiram could never have peace of mind living in London again. He didn't feel safe. Perhaps it was the nagging thought that maybe, somehow, Ratigan was alive; though he would never admit to that fear, even to himself. He had to believe Ratigan was dead, for the sake of his daughter. How else could he calm her fears when she woke up at night screaming, having dreams that her father had
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 2Olivia Goes West - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The train station at Green River wasn't very busy. It was merely a short pit stop along the route from New York to San Francisco. The train only stopped for ten minutes before moving on, passengers were told not to leave the train unless disembarking there, or they'd be left behind. The gold mines which had kept the town alive and thriving had dried up over a decade ago, and the railroads, which used to refuel here, now got most of their coal and water from the next town over, Helper. Neither human nor mouse had much of a reason to disembark here, at this lonely, decaying desert outpost. Nellie Brie's reason; her latest, and hopefully last, undercover report for the Daily Nibbler.
The legendary New York reporter stepped off the train, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and carrying an umbrella to protect her from the desert sun, and was followed by her appointed assistant, Vartan Mookian, a teenaged paperboy who Reed Daley had found sketching pictures on the job, and natur
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 9Olivia Goes West - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So they just kidnapped you in the middle of the night, right out of your rooms?" Tiger asked in astonishment, after Fievel and Olivia told them what had happened later that morning, outside of Tony and Bridget's house when he and Fievel came to pick her up.
Fievel nodded, "It was one of the scariest things I ever had happen to me. And they said we have to keep quiet, or else they'll find some way to get rid of us."
"Hey buddy, not while I'm around, I may be chicken but I'm no coward." Tiger said.
Olivia couldn't help but giggle a little.
"I'm glad yer on our side Tiger. Ratigan ain't the only one who can have a cat fer backup."
"So uh, want me to take you to your usual spot?" Tiger asked.
"Not yet," Olivia answered, speaking lowly, "We're gonna check out the mine today, remembah?"
"Yeah, I even brought a canteen for the trip." Fievel said.
"Oh right, I forgot!" Tiger said, "But um, are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean if we're caught..."
"I have to know if me daddy is the
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 20Olivia Goes West - Chapter 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, Tanya was silent at breakfast. Things had been rather gloomy in the Mouskewitz household since Fievel's disappearance, but even then, her parents noticed something wrong about Tanya. She'd tried to cover it with some make-up, but she had bags under her eyes, and they were bloodshot. She hadn't had any sleep the night before. She'd spent most of the night crying, or staring out the window.
"You didn't stay out all night partying vith zat Ratigan fellow did you?" Mama asked sternly.
Ratigan. What in the world had she seen in him, she wondered. Sure he was handsome and charming, and he acted so kind to her but it was all a big lie. Just like Waul was.
"No Mama, I promise I went straight home after work," she answered, "I just didn't sleep well last night."
"Maybe you should call in sick tonight so you can rest," Papa said.
That didn't sound like such a bad idea. Thinking about what she'd seen Waul do almost made her sick on cue anyway.
"I might," she sighe
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 10Olivia Goes West - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tiger panted heavily and collapsed in front of Fievel's house, wheezing. Olivia had her arms around Fievel's waist to tightly that he was having trouble breathing.
"O-okay we're back in town," Fievel said.
"Okay, th-that does it guys," Tiger panted, "That definitely does it. We're in over our heads we need some kinda plan before we try and take them on, marching right into their hideout it was a dumb idea."
Olivia rested her forehead on Fievel's shoulder, shutting her eyes.
"I'm sorry you two," she said sadly, "I'm causin' ye all kindsa trouble. An' now Ratigan and Waul are gonna be comin' fer all of us "
"Helping is what friends do Olivia," Fievel said, "Maybe we should have been smarter, but we had to do something about your papa, and Wylie."
Olivia just wanted to cry, but she held it back. She hated crying in front of Fievel.
"You guys just stay outta trouble," Tiger said, "I don't know if they'd ever buy it, but if something happens and they catch you, just
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 6Olivia Goes West - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint smell of cheese casserole drifted from the Mousekewitz home as Olivia and Fievel walked up to it.
"Ye think I still have time to make cheese crumpets?" Olivia asked.
"I dunno, we got back later than we thought we were gonna." Fievel answered.
"Well I could wake up early and make them for breakfast then."
"Okay. We have to see if we even have all the ingredients." Fievel opened the front door, "Mama, we're home!"
"Ey, look what da cat dragged in." came a familiar Brooklyn accent.
"Tony!" Fievel exclaimed excitedly.
He and Bridget were sitting on the sofa, as Yasha and their daughter Aisling, a red-headed little girl in pigtails who looked much like her mother, played with dolls.
"Hi Fievel, hi Wivvie." Yasha said with a grin.
"Wivvie?" Olivia giggled, having never been called that before.
"So is this the little girl Olivia we've been hearin' so much about?" asked Bridget in her Irish accent.
"Y-yes, me name's Olivia." she said, grabbing her tail and fidgeting shyly around the
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 23Olivia Goes West - Chapter 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nellie and Basil sat beside one another on the sofa having some morning tea, Basil wearing his robe while Nellie was still in her night gown, her hair undone and down to her shoulders. It was still dark outside, they were taking some time to relax before going to fetch Tiger in the next room so they could go on their expedition. The two of them were looking over their old letters, reminiscing on the years past, going into more detail on their reportings to one another.
"And such a simple device was enough to make all of New York think there was a 'night monster' after them?" Basil asked with amusement.
"Hey, they fell for Warren, and Waul later on," Nellie said, sipping the warm tea and leaning against Basil with her legs curled back as he read, "But need I remind you plenty of Londoners were fooled by Ratigan's robot queen at first. We aren't the only gullible ones."
"Yes, but that was actually an impressive piece of craftsmanship, this 'night monster' was little more than a buzz saw
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 26Olivia Goes West - Chapter 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chula and Fidget both hobbled into the saloon at sunset, neither of them overly thrilled about having to deal with Nellie Brie, and possibly Basil. But, they were deputies now, it was time to live up to the title. Fidget had a revolver at his hip in case things got nasty.
"So this Basil guy, pretty tough cookie is he?" Chula asked as they sat down at the bar.
"You've got no idea," Fidget sighed, "The guy's some kinda super genius. He finds his way out of anything. I think he's the only guy I know smarter than the boss."
"Hehe, I bet that's because your boss is too stubborn to just shoot him."
"You're probably right," Fidget gave a short chuckle.
"Heya boys, what can I getcha today?" Tony Toponi asked, coming over to them after pouring someone else a drink.
"Has the Rodent's Delight come in yet?" Fidget asked.
"I ordered a couple cases from England yesterday, but it'll be a few weeks."
"Ah phooey, just gimme a whiskey," Fidget grumbled.
"I'll take one too." said Chula.
"Alright, be righ
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 15Olivia Goes West - Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dear friends and compatriots, we are here to mourn the losses of one Fievel Mousekewitz and his little friend Olivia Flaversham, who were taken from us far too early."
There were sobs and noses being blown in the small crowd at the Green River Cemetery just outside town, where Ratigan stood between two freshly carved tombstones delivering a eulogy to the very children he'd tried to kill. With no bodies recovered and thus no need for caskets, the tombstones merely served as memorial markers. Fievel's tombstone was even customized to be written in both English and Hebrew, and sported a Star of David at the top. There being no Rabbi in town it was yet another compensation gift courtesy of Waul, who paid the undertaker extra for it. Having made quite a bit of money at the saloon since retaking it, Waul and Ratigan spared no expense in keeping up their ruse.
"It is with a heavy heart that we lay the souls of these dearly departed children to rest," Ratigan continued, "Wherever they may be,
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 29Olivia Goes West - Chapter 29 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You're an atrocious madman, Ratigan," Nellie said, struggling against the spider web she was wrapped in as One-Eye carried her, Fievel and Vartan into the dark recesses of the mine. Chula followed behind, with the two orphans.
"Oh you shouldn't flatter me so, you might make Basil jealous," Ratigan answered, his gun pointed into Tanya's back as he forced her to march, "Though I suppose I do have an irresistible charm when it comes to women, wouldn't you say so Tanya?"
Tanya scowled, but said nothing.
"Now we won't be harming the diva herself, will we?" Waul asked, still bitter over how the rally had went, brushing the dust off his nice clothes after running to the mine on all fours.
"I admit this goes against our agreement, but it was the only way to gain the advantage. Now the plan won't work without holding her hostage. We could have used the kids as bargaining chips like we'd planned if your minions weren't such idiots."
"My minions are idiots? May I remind you that none of my minio
Life (acrostic)Living in HellLife (acrostic) in Free Verse More Like This
I want to scream
For this is no life
End this, somehow, I must
Within my mindWithin my mindWithin my mind in Free Verse More Like This
You can find
Stay away you must
Myself I don't trust
Leave me alone
My soul is already gone
Hope never diesHopes beat fast as we lookHope never dies in Free Verse More Like This
Onward past the hurt and pain
Pieces of this harsh life stay behind
Efforts to make it better are always worth it
Now we are living in the present
Enjoying life when we can
Entering a new stage in life
Restarting and leaving the past behind
Death we'll never fear
It's just another adventure
Endless days in this life but
Somehow we'll find a way.
MedsThey're supposedMeds in Free Verse More Like This
To make me better
To solve my problems
But they're nothing but drugs
Drugs to control me
To keep me docile
They only make me
Numb and tired
They make my life
Dull and boring
A chemically induced illusion
That doesn't solve a thing
Mad stormA world felt but never seenMad storm in Free Verse More Like This
A storm raging within
About it, nobody cares
Fight it, nobody dares
I can't stop this
Broken, my will is
I'm simply powerless
To stop this madness
BloodBloodBlood in Free Verse More Like This
Through our veins
Down our limbs
To the floor
As we suffer
A beautiful scene...
The way outDeath feelsThe way out in Free Verse More Like This
Of my pain
My only way
Out of this
ChangesI used to dreamChanges in Free Verse More Like This
About saving the world
Now I only want the world
To leave me alone
A lightBlindedA light in Free Verse More Like This
By all the lies
In a nightmare
For a light
For a way out
LifeI'm not livingLife in Free Verse More Like This
I'm only surviving
There's so much to do
And so little time
I'm always in a rush
Trying to keep up with life
Without a moment to rest
Without a moment to think
There's no joy in life
Being here makes no sense
Sometimes it comes to me
That I should put an end to it...
TattoosTattoos are evidenceTattoos in Free Verse More Like This
that sometimes we love something
we forever want it embedded
And even if the colors fade,
and the lines become wrinkled
Or even if we form a strong abhor;
an everlasting distaste for it,
the thing we loved
will forever be part of us
For like the ink it's written in,
true love lasts
CrimsonThe secret of beautyCrimson in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lies with a rose;
Its aesthetic brilliance
Its deep crimson hue
is adored by the eye;
Its external presence
is never passed by
But when it is touched,
the finger, it pricks
The blood trickles softly
as it drips
And one thing is seen
from this new point of view:
The same crimson beauty
is internal too
Young LoveI was so youngYoung Love in Free Verse More Like This
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage;
my toothpick bones
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage;
my metal bar bones
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel,
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to get damaged in the process of being loved).
Get Lost"Get lost," they said vindictively:Get Lost in Free Verse More Like This
A knife stabbed through my soul
And being young and ignorant,
I took these words so cruel
I swam through roaring oceans,
and I trekked the mountains high
I spent time on deserted land
with me, myself, and I
And as I wandered aimlessly
across these untouched places
I realized to get lost,
you must seek a destination
TrustLook how the EarthTrust in Free Verse More Like This
aimlessly follows the sun;
Running in circles
to end the same place
365 days later
for the sun is older,
the sun is bigger,
the sun is hotter
And maybe this is why
we blindly follow
these kinds of people too;
We look up at the sky
and trust the sun too
Sticks and StonesYou heard if sticks and stonesSticks and Stones in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
were ham-handedly tossed,
the bones may break
but the person would not
You heard words could never hurt,
so you tried throwing them too,
what the person had been through
And you continued tossing
not realizing you were wrong,
until one stone remained
when they could no longer hold on:
SocietyThe creative ideas inside our headsSociety in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
unfortunately will go unsaid
for society has removed them all
watching proudly as we fall
almost as if
they were never there at all
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,Bad Habit in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
ShipI missed you todayShip in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I regretfully say,
My feelings are tides
moving every which way
The image of you
shall be washed apart,
As the shore and the ocean
do gently depart
And the way that my feet
left prints on the sand,
Is the way that I felt
when you held my hand
But it's time to move on,
this ship's found new land,
The anchor is sunk,
and I will withstand
TryingDoesn't it make you sadTrying in Free Verse More Like This
How your pearl earrings that shone in the moonlight,
and that silk gown that swept the ground,
Were sold with your tears?
And how your white satin heels,
and the diamond ring you always wore,
Were traded along with your soul?
And didn't it shatter your heart to pieces
when you finally realized
you couldn’t buy happiness,
yet you were still trying
Bite Your Tongue Till It BleedsBite Your Tongue Till It BleedsBite Your Tongue Till It Bleeds in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Speak now or forever hold your peace,
Or is it piece?
‘Cause if I hold this piece of my mind,
To myself, there will be no peace,
Only an explosion of the mental mine
That riddles mine.
I’m no man, I’m a mime,
Holding his hands over his mouth,
Biting my tongue so these words have no way out,
With my eyes half-lidded, the other half brimmin’,
With tears near the bottom half of the rim,
Ready to fall like rainwater races down a windowsill.
Angry to the point where I wish I could control the skies,
Rain down Hell and fury that has built up inside,
And watch my furious vision destroy the night.
But this is not me,
This not how I am,
Nor how I will ever be.
It’s just that I’ve been holding my peace
For such a long damn time.
Now it just seems the only “peace” I’m holding,
Are pieces of my mind.
Killing The Self (Drawing On The Surface)Killing The Self (Drawing On The Surface)Killing The Self (Drawing On The Surface) in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you can’t draw on your stem cells,
Or place wings to your frontal lobe,
You can’t force yourself to be okay,
After feeling so low
For so long,
You can’t just climb Everest,
Nor ever rest.
You can’t stab your flag
On the top of the mountain,
If you’ve shoved it in your chest.
The apex supposedly eventual,
But you concede victory
Before you even begin towards the pinnacle.
You’re at the bottom,
Like seaweed stuck near the ocean floor,
Washed ashore, shine down,
As the tide takes your life
As you hide and drown.
From the words
That swallows your breath
As you speak of them.
Choking yourself on your damnation
Before someone else stones you.
You slash your self-conception
With the jagged edges
Of cold contention,
Stuck in an old dimension
Convincing your perception
That you are unessential.
Drawn on your mind
CurrentsCurrentsCurrents in Free Verse More Like This
Some men yearn to clasp
The edges of stars by their fingertips
To at least hold onto the debris,
That creates golden iotas
In midnight oceans;
And whispers of olden tales,
Singing of a microscopic sphere,
That twinkles within the vastness of emptiness.
But I yearn to hold wind in a jar,
Capture the oxygen
And never let go of its essence.
Carry it with me.
Take it to a place only she and I know of,
And cradle the edge of her hand,
Into the wrinkles and crevices
Of my solemn grip.
I’m not big, nor very strong,
And I don’t have the power
That could protect you,
From all of the injustices
That could befall you—
But what I do have,
Are my hands to hold yours,
To feel the warmth of my palm,
Meld into your grasp.
A body to shield you from the
Debris of falling dust,
And descending storm.
That can cushion gusts,
And quell hurr
ManiaManiaMania in Free Verse More Like This
I have a lot of fears.
You know the cliché,
Afraid of being alone,
Afraid of being forgotten,
But I’m already alone
And they can’t help but not forget you-
And everything in-between.
I feel like this doesn’t make sense.
But I’m afraid my paranoia,
Will seep through my eyelids,
As bands of streaking colors—
Every color that refuses to mix well.
Turquoise, brown green,
Burnt orange and lilac pink.
I’m afraid I’m in too deep
Of the waters of another human—
Not afraid of intimacy,
But the thought of being so open,
That honestly worries me.
And I’m afraid I’ll spiral out of control
And way too into love.
Just to be pushed out.
And I’m afraid I’m too paranoid
About being too paranoid.
So caught up with not being so,
I am too much.
I’m so afraid of a back stabbing,
That I’m worried about being shot
From the front. I’m afraid of being afraid,
SeclusionSeclusionSeclusion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes you need seclusion to reclaim your mind.
Blacken your vision and close your eyes,
Plug your ears from the outside,
As you fall back, back inside of “I.”
And not “we,” “he,” “she,” but me.
Sometimes to find myself,
I must lose everyone else.
Languidly Losing LifeLanguidly Losing LifeLanguidly Losing Life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
blended by burning bacterium;
of once owned objects,
about all actual activity.
MalignmentMalignmentMalignment in Free Verse More Like This
You're so dramatic,
hot and cold in the
same fractured sentence.
You frustrate me;
like a picture frame
that isn't quite centered right.
Left hanging by a thread
that maybe it'll look okay
from a different angle
or a different light.
But us, no matter what angle,
or day or night,
we were like puzzle pieces
that didn't fit.
And it drove me crazy to see
those two pieces
just sitting away from the game,
that we had a misaligned frame.
We were never on the same level.
You, you were a constant
temptation to insanity
with your ill-chosen words,
protestations of 'I love you'
and whispers beneath the sheets.
The road to your goodwill
stretched out to forever,
and I grew so tired of
trying out configurations;
the countless positions
that never quite seemed
to startle my senses,
although they always
Your tongue was a cliché
But it wasn't the polished edge,
I was most concerned about.
It was t
Eternal VisionaryEternal VisionaryEternal Visionary in Free Verse More Like This
And what is darkness,
When your soul is the fire,
That lights the internal cavern.
When the soul controls things
That could never be seen,
You will always be a visionary
As long as you have pneuma,
Breathing throughout your being.
And the soul never dies,
Never loses its sight.
It is plain as day.
Obvious as the night.
It is forever a constant,
It is the seat of our actuality,
With legs of unbreakable fortitude,
Arms of eternal comfort,
And the back of immortality.
And you shall live forevermore
In the seat of infinity.
You will always be a visionary.
CaliginosityCaliginosityCaliginosity in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to write for you again,
Titled the piece “Pour The Ink,”
Playing with metaphor of a broken pen
And the cliché of a broken heart.
I wrote again.
The other dubbed, “Tornado,”
Scribbled on it blindly,
All of my blinding emotions and pain,
But of course,
I threw that one away,
Because I’m indecisive,
But more than that?
It’s truly poetic
And fit to form
‘Cause I liked that piece--
No, I loved it.
But it was too painful to read,
I’m still not where I need to be,
Because you’re not here with me.
You’re not here with me,
And that stings,
Stabs, jabs, cuts, slices,
Chokes, squeezes, and strikes.
It’s striking me,
Right in between my ears,
And all in the cracks of my smile.
Your absence drying my tongue,
(Which explains the lack of words)
The corners of my mouth sore,
And my lips are breaking, chapping.
And the middle of me,
Right in my thoracic
Scavengers of LoveWith savage abandonScavengers of Love in Free Verse More Like This
the vulture devoured the segments
of those poor, withered hearts
she fed him from the palm of her hand,
swallowing down the remnants
Her eyes were like a moonless night,
semi-sweet bitter smile turned upon
her lips, she had a soul cold as the grave
on a winter eve, and where her heart
should have been there was nothing
but an endless void.
This was as close as she ever came
to feeling something almost human,
while at first, still warm, alive,
frantically, as a frightened bird
it beat within her hands.
Pressed against her face,
she breathes it in, the taste of blood
still fresh upon her lips,
spreading like liquid fire
through her deadened body
in these moments, she transcends
into something more than just a statue
But too soon, that cherished treasure,
the once beating heart becomes still,
dead within her hands, nothing
but scrap meat for carrion feeders.
She sighs with repressed rage,
quaking despair, she craves another,
all those poor lost broke
Black Smoke and Bloody WallsMemories are parasitesBlack Smoke and Bloody Walls in Free Verse More Like This
festering upon my mind,
gradually your smoke rings
turn tar black, oily they
seem to drip to the floor,
but I do not want to gaze
into those depths any more,
I feel your fingers stretching out,
wanting to reach inside of me,
and pull out tendrils of my soul.
The walls begin to weep blood,
like watching myself bleed
all those years ago when you left me
upon my knees and I believed
you were a god, all those years
I squandered in the dark when your false light
was lost, I can still hear your voice,
filling me with hate and fear.
I gnawed upon the bones,
and cut myself open,
I believed I could dig you out
where I knew you had lodged deep inside,
but treacherously I realized I was only
destroying myself, and I knew
amid the blood soaked walls,
and the tartar stained ceiling,
you were laughing.
Your laughter was as oily
as your plague black smoke
that, tapeworm like had wound
itself around inside of me,
there is nothing left
but try and regurgitate it out,
hoping by no
Monsters Inside UsThere are monsters in the darkMonsters Inside Us in Free Verse More Like This
you can hear their heavy
breathing if you sit alone
with the lights turned off.
They are hungry
and they are ruthless,
they are whispers,
thoughts, and deeds,
parasites that burrow
deep beneath your skin
unseen, gnawing upon
your bone marrow,
hooked into nerve-endings.
Vacantly you draw
the knife blade across your skin,
numb to the pain
you watch with strange wonder
the blood so red against
your pale skin,
and inside they laugh,
thirsting for more.
You begin to contemplate
the taste of glass,
light the ends of your hair
on fire, you don't even feel
the shatter of bones
beneath the weight
of the hammer.
And the monsters grow,
bit by bit consuming
your organs, as you lose
more of yourself
but a walking shadow.
Death/LifeDeathDeath/Life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he watches with
deep, dark soulful eyes
which see future and past
awaking strange beauty
I feel it quaken in my heart
his shrouded presence becomes comfort
and I would slumber within his embrace.
a soul caught in a glimmer of sunlight.
I feel the quiver of every cell
upon my knees I cry out for it
a lover's breath on your skin
like dancing in the rain
and yet there are
Snake DreamsNever forget the snakebite,Snake Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
taste of venom on the lips,
like a drink from the Shaman's cup.
I saw the serpent in the grass,
like a blade caught in the moonlight
so into the darkness I followed.
You were standing under the
Tree of Knowledge waiting in the shadow,
in your arms I found myself until
you began to squeeze, hear the sound
of my ribs begin to break as the dream
The snake was watching me with hungry eyes
and a strange sort of love it could not disguise
while I struggled for breath like a hand around
my throat, it only smiled and pulled me down
Into the darkness I was swallowed
falling into the primordial womb,
with a smell that reminded me of the tomb,
I could close my eyes and sleep forever,
like a taste from the River Lethe.
But the snake always sheds his skin
and what dies must live again,
I found myself in the middle of oblivion
but the walls where thin and wh
Love is a Funeral PyreHe nearly took my breath away,Love is a Funeral Pyre in Free Verse More Like This
left me bloodless,
dangling upon the edge of soulless.
peeling away the layers of skin
to try and find the remains
of myself buried inside.
He sliced away parts of me,
and stitched me back together
in forms I no longer recognized,
silently I watched myself
begin to disappear.
I counted the scars
like scratches left engraved
with flesh and bone
on asylum walls.
He built my cage
with barbed wire words
and razor kisses,
tearing me down limb by limb.
I withered away by degrees,
drinking the Nightshade he fed me,
turning me black and empty
while a fire still burned inside,
scalding its way up.
I felt the slow death begin
to devour me,
love becomes a funeral pyre,
as he would render out the essence
of me, for it was only a thing
he could call his own that he wanted.
Beauty of MothsFew people understand the beauty of moths,Beauty of Moths in Free Verse More Like This
ghost-like they drink upon our sorrows
sipping the nectar of the moonlight,
messengers of Morpheus they carry dreams
Memoir of a LeafFor only a whisper in timeMemoir of a Leaf in Free Verse More Like This
the beauty of death
bursts into awe inspiring vibrance,
but too soon it already
ebbs away into gray.
The GrinThe lines between wakingThe Grin in Free Verse More Like This
and dreaming become blurred,
I have nowhere left to turn,
because everywhere I look
I see him watching, waiting,
in grotesque serenity,
his eyes remain cold,
obsidian, distant, untouched,
but his smile,
makes my blood freeze,
my heart begin to palpitate,
and all I want to do is run,
but as soon as I turn around,
he is still grinning
from ear to ear,
like he is ready to eat my soul,
pick his teeth with my bones,
and I can no longer remember
if I want to scream myself awake,
or close my eyes and try and go back to sleep,
there is no wishing him away,
he lurks within my consciousness,
because he knows he has all the time in the world
I know I was doomed
from the first moment I laid eyes upon
his slashed open grin
it would now
forever live within my mind.
HadephobiaUpon bended kneeHadephobia in Free Verse More Like This
on the cold stone floor
he puts his hands together and prays,
hot tears sear down his face,
like liquid candle wax
melting his skin,
(No, not this, anything but this)
So much of life forsaken,
so much sacrificed,
so much denied
to evade this terrible
now it cannot be
but he can feel the fires
starting to burn
around the edges of his robes,
and the putrid stench
of burning flesh
begins to flare in his nostrils,
to a horror, he realizes it his own,
the darkness descends,
and the candles shudder,
his heart rate accelerates,
he throws himself prone upon the floor,
lips moving furiously
(No! No! Nooo! Please! Save Me!)
The sound of laughter
is the only answer to his prayers,
and in terror he realizes
that it may be his.
His his eyes open
seized by fear he waits,
at first there is nothing
and he feels the first wakening hope
(A Nightmare! It was all a Nightmare)
he rises from the floor
he swears he can smell
Fear the LightFear the LightFear the Light in Free Verse More Like This
On Light and Darkness
Your parents used to warn you
'Do not fear the darkness'
A flip of your room light revealed nothing
Yet you continued to be scared
You surely knew better--did you not?
My race fears the light
Then keep it off the next time you enter
You will get your lifetime chance
To meet me
Before you die
For Love Beyond DeathFor Love Beyond DeathFor Love Beyond Death in Free Verse More Like This
"till death do us part"?
Sir Gerald had a fine lover
For many years they did love
Then, one eve, he found her library
And therein a curious book
It scorned the way that men and women met
It scorned how they vowed to love after death
The author averred that she lost the will
Until she learned that, beyond the grave,
A love existed unbounded by time
Then she sought death and the beyond
Sir Gerald had a fine lover
For many years they did love
Then he found her book and, beside, a note
His lover had taken her life
Sir Gerald lives alone, these days
He neither reads her book
Nor longs to love again
High Above the Common SoulHigh Above the Common SoulsHigh Above the Common Soul in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
High above the common soul
Where their feeble minds never tread
In a sepulchre of finest wood
Lying peacefully, blissfully dead
Dreaming of a time long past
When men had not yet ruled this world
And the only life that dwelt thereof
Stood more than 6 feet tall
He waits the moment when all he dreamed
Will one day rule again
That day will come to signify
The end of all common men
Life forms taller than 6 feet?
I mean no dinosaurs
They have been compared to Atlantean kings
And strode on two legs, not four
They bore names known to just a few
And great Cthulhu
Names and firms that would make ye shudder
With fear and with awe
They would make all mortal souls dread
To waken these sleeping dead
The Wailing WindThey say, beyond the town,The Wailing Wind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That the wind has a voice; it wails.
As though to announce the death of a man.
It never seems to fail.
They say too that whoever hears the wind
Will be the next to die.
Indeed, some who heard it cannot be found;
And nobody knows why.
Two days ago, the town taylor went outdoors;
The wind was moaning, as I have said.
The taylor heard it plainly then;
He is rumoured to be dead.
Although they searched within the town,
And without, he could not be found.
But his kin certainly have tried.
Those left behind try their best
To feign deafness to the wind.
Lest they end as the taylor has
With bereft kin left behind.
King of WingsKing of WingsKing of Wings in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met a traveler from a faraway land
Who spoke of the Valley of Kings
But his words were not of trunkless legs or heads
But of strange creatures with bat wings
And tentacles like beards from dark, pointed chins
And eyes that sightlessly gape
He said these creatures could spread a woman's legs
But she will never report a rape
The traveler said with icy tone
That those creatures ruled earth long ago
They left their heritage in a dark black tome
CamouflageEvery place that I have beenCamouflage in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wondered if I might change my skin
But its hue is still the same
A leopard cannot conceal his spots
Indeed they are all I've got
So I end as the same
China or India
I have found
Though I may tan
I'm never brown
No matter how I play the game
I remain the same
I only camouflage my mind
Perpetual IllnessPerpetual IllnessPerpetual Illness in Free Verse More Like This
Things get worse before they get better
He lay in his bedroom upon a sheet of fine cotton
Soft nd smooth like satin or silk
Alas he could not e joy the feel
He had long fallen ill
His physician analysed at first the flu
Then he reported vomiting up his food
Oddly, the touch of a hand did not reveal
A high fever
Influenza comprises nasal problems
Possibly fever, shivering cold
He said only that he could not use what he ate
When at last fever overcame him
He lay still on the bed as though he died
Dreaming of things like cells active in him
He phoned the physician to report
Unusual mitosis like cancer
He was sure that the cells were in his stomach and lungs
How long before they would spread
To his heart
The physician summoned him
For a new examination and x ray
The new session disclosed more than they both expected
There were cells indeed
But they were not human cells
The physician could hardly find their origin
Medicines only treat known human illnes
Rain FallingRain FallingRain Falling in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rain is falling, falling down
In the forest and in the town
And people are running everywhere around
But I look at them all and laugh
Rain brings flowers to the field
It means the harvest will have good yield
Rain has a natural appeal
So I watch them all and laugh
Nobody warned them to watch the sky
They seem to regard life with a blind eye
They may be blind until they die
So you have to stay aside
Watch them all and laugh
You will laugh at them out loud
Users ManualUsers ManualUsers Manual in Free Verse More Like This
Precious / semiprecious stones need to be polished
Use a small soft cloth and scrub gently until you see luster
No need to run under water
Unless the surface is dirty
Then place in a safe box on a medium shelf
For good access
Heart of woman needs no polish
Just tender care, lots of warmth
And of course true, sincere love
When she cups her hands over her chest
She means, as does Puabi,
"Take my heart and all my love"
Then take her heart carefully
Keep it safe and clean always
To clean a woman's heart,
Let her cry in your arms until she stops herself
Hold her tight
Kiss every part of her face
Let her feel your heartbeat
Be sweet but sincere like Clifford Rogers
"I am here for you always,darling"
When she smiles
When she looks into your eyes
Loose your hold a bit
She will never run away
The Non-AlignedThe Non-AlignedThe Non-Aligned in Free Verse More Like This
A shaman of unknown tribe
He stood gazing o'er the field afore him,
From the window of his room
The clouds gathered o'erhead, not far from thence,
They gave't an air of doom
He watched them gather
From which tribe, which sect or cult,
Nobody could know for sure
He left them scanty time to doubt
The air was thick with gloom
He raised a thick-bound book in his hands,
He uttered a phrase from't or two,
The clouds blackened in the wink of an eye,
Then all hell seemed loose at once.
When the air had cleared at last,
Only the shaman and the book remained.