Debt to My AncestorsIn the book of LamentationsDebt to My Ancestors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have hid my secrets well;
Of red-and-golden heritage,
But not enough to tell.
My footprints on the ashes
Make the loyal insecure,
Make the faithful plead insanity,
Make memories obscure.
Still weeping in the city,
There the widowed woman cries.
A thousand people pass her.
They were once friends in her eyes.
But no one stops to comfort
Jerusalem in sickly health.
Somehow still, I'm wallowing
In pity for myself.
J1R's PoemYou shouldnt believe what the world has to sayJ1R's Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Its always deceiving
In its own un-predictable way
It throws things at a person
So harsh that you feel like you cannot ever fix it
But you have to believe that
Always there is a pathway lit
Already its trying
To make you drown
Trying to trick you into backing down
Ignore its blasphemous lies
Keep fighting, never give in
I cannot teach you
But hear my words
Though I know not if they are wise
Always believe in yourself
If everyone else fails
Do not despair
Follow your own trail
The Last of Us (An Aftermath)The Last of Us (An Aftermath) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We're dancing, dancing, in the ashes,
dancing, dancing, all alone!
So darling let your hair be twisted,
come with me and seize the throne!
Where towers stood, the flowers rose now,
and lynxes have their morning-play!
Hunting in the dusts of fallout,
'Absurd?' you ask, 'Maybe' I say.
Arise! Arise! Arise from mourning,
our sun shines bride and just for you!
Hark the songbirds and your heartbeat,
forget the pain we pushed through!
Now think of grass, and not remains,
remains of our grey bleak life,
old worlds are shattered, burned, buried,
Fill your lungs with air! Alive?
My little blackbird, shall we dance now?
Cracked streets'll be our stage,
put on some scorched summerdresses,
spread some laughing on your face!
On Devil's playground, we shall live now,
on coloured fallen shards we walk,
drinkin' wine from broken bottles,
and gone is now this heartsick talk!
Please bloom again my little flower,
celebrate this all new world!
Gone are these dreams in which we're dying,
happiness now rules
If I could..........If I could.......... in Free Verse More Like This
IF I COULD.......
FOR HIM I WOULD..........
I would kill Judge Turpin, Beadle Bamford and anyone who gets in his way..... if I had been born and from that time I would kill them all..... and I would protect him......Let him know that his beloved was alive..... Tell him what really happened.... Not let Mrs. Lovett near him....So that he could be at peace..............
Protect him from all and everything.......
Be his anything his everything his world.....
Be there be here be where he needs me.......
Never leave never......
Unless he wanted me to........
I would say this.....this message down below to anyone.... I would shout this from the mountains the tree tops.....Anywhere....
"I am the devil incarnate. You will all suffer for what you did. I will kill you all. No one will escape my fury. Sweeney Todd shall be avenged! He did not deserve what you did to him. You and all your descendants will suffer! Sweeney Todd shall be avenged! I will kill you. I will kill you. I. will kill. you all
Pinky PromisePinky Promise in Short Stories More Like This
Kurt sat by the bar, swishing his non-alcoholic drink around as he smiles amused by his friends attempt to talk up other guys. His roommates were as straight as rulers but were convinced they could flirt with anyone and still come back with a number. He shook his head and laughed loudly when one of the roommates got completely rejected by a red head. He turned around on his stool, facing the bar. Kurt didn't really feel like being here but his friends insisted that he should at least experience a New York club, once in his life.
Not that he was a prude, but he still didn't feel comfortable with underage drinking and he just didn't really want to experience the New York club life without his boyfriend.
Speaking of which, he starts to fiddle with the ring on his pinky finger, something he does subconsciously whenever his mind starts to wander back to Ohio, or more specifically to McKinley where Blaine was. It's been almost a year since he left for New York and three months since he's las
Little Celtic Warrior GirlLittle Celtic Warrior Girl in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She stands alone in the face of the wind,
Counting her courage on the edge of the cliff.
Not to jump but to dream - dreaming of flying.
No time like the present. No time for the dying.
She lets the Winter wind ruffle her hair -
Those Auburn of curls that toss without care,
And in this moment she is as happy as life will allow her to be.
As happy as a caged sparrow on the verge of being free.
She surveys the ocean with her eyes of The Storm,
And in the depths of their blue, a fire is born.
But in her heart seethes, a great,unsure sorrow,
Whilst dreams and reality conflict for tomorrow.
But in The Wind she can hear one, single voice -
The voice of The Wind that rides above noise,
And in herself she knows that she will find the strength,
To overcome death at any length.
For she is the Celtic Warrior with autumn flames for hair.
The eyes of a guardian. The face of a girl.
But mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why is this warrior girl all forlorn?
What is the thorn in her side?
And what is it tha