AddictAddictAddict by malphasloveshisfries
Addict Addict Addict
A few more cuts
One more slice
A few more drops, a little bit deeper
Crazy Crazy Crazy
To get off on your own pain
You can call it poetic
But at the end of the day
I'm nothing but an addict
I know...I know I failed,I know... by RecklessMonstrosity
i know i didn't
do anything that
you expected from me,
i know okay!
so please just
stop looking at
me as if i'm the
as if i'm ruined
please just stop,
it hurts more
than my blade
it haunts me
your eyes and
look, just please stop!
I know I failed!
I know, you've made it
crystal clear and
burned it into my
mind that i failed
i beg of you just
stop, i know what
you say behind my
back, when you think
i'm not listening.
i know that you
want to say it outloud,
but your eyes say
more than enough.
i know it loud and clear
i know i failed
so please just stop!
SlenderBetter keep moving,Slender by Caylee-Slansen
Evade his deadly grasp.
His long, tendril arms
Inching ever closer.
Nothing will stop him.
Darkness hides him,
Obscured by the vast
Unknown. But he's always...
CelestesYour breath sweeps light into dark cornersCelestes by Rosary0fSighs
an ocean moving beneath your lips
in soft waves.
Light refracts into hollow depths
a lullaby speaking grief into deep blues
and long boats whispers sighs of love
against the hull of you
the streets step lies over our tongues
repeating as each sole meets asphalt
and treads shadow into black
each word falls over the page
or the gentled sounds of love
echoing in a silent grenade
the soft soliloquy of us
shapes under a new world
it murmurs into space
and speaks satellites
into black holes
|I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.|
Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,Serendipity and Snowfall by Sammur-amat
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.
I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.
With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you watch me as I molt my flaws away under the wondrous,
I shall soar,
from my axel I shall spiral sublimely on the outskirts of onlookers' smiles-
as well as my own,
& I shall skimpily,
glide through the snowflake strata unto the star-studded shangri-la.
I find my freedom in a winter only world.
Let me lease into my
Pride of a Nationfear coalesced with doubt, crystallizing in the pit of herPride of a Nation by LightOverpowers58
stomach—intestines rotting with hatred, she prayed as
the men passed by, eyes tightened against winter winds
while drums beat to a somber march…her heart dropped,
cerulean blood pooling around the soles of her feet, hidden
from the oxygen filled air none of them could help but breathe
as the torches’ fire filled the sky and knapsacks overran with
precious goods…flee the city, they all did, with the pride of Russia
behind them, their homes lay as ashes and towns known only by
their wooden signs…snow shrouded the land and covered the people
born in a winter only world—she took a single breath and turned away
facing a new fate, one buried in snow no different from where she came.
Dear Big Brother,Sister cried three days straight,Dear Big Brother, by RecklessMonstrosity
Mom couldn't say a word,
and kept on cleaning saying,
"You've hurt this family enough.
I don't want you back in this home."
Big brother I miss you,
I'm wondering how things went wrong.
You were so strong and
turned away from all the bad in your life.
Big brother it was a slap in the face,
to realize you weren't so strong,
That even you could fall.
We love you and wanted the best,
but big brother you won't see.
The pain your causing to yourself and to us.
Big brother Vicente misses you,
Rolly asks where you are,
and we can't tell them the truth.
All we can do is lie to them,
Tell them you were busy.
Please don't push us away,
please big brother stop.
We want you happy and not yelling.
You won't listen to them,
so please listen to me.
Big brother you can't see,
Your girlfriend doesn't care.
Please just hear my pleas.
Big brother I know you're strong.
You've done it before.
Now you went back and I'm wondering,
if we'll ever have you back.
Big brother we m
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla by ArthurCrow
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
The Last DanceI am a glint in your eyeThe Last Dance by shelleypalmer
from the light we briefly shared,
I am a dance in the dark,
when I told you I cared.
I am a snippet of time,
caught in perpetual whirling,
I am something held close,
in hidden dreams unfurling.
I am a butterfly touch lingering
in the small of your back,
I am a crease, a fold still there,
in the dress you wore of black.
I am a whisper, lost in music
brushing past your ear
I am soft words with meaning,
but the sound no longer clear.
I am a listening presence
still listening then and now,
I am ever by your side,
if you can but this allow.
I am a name on a plaque,
in a garden of remembrance,
I am tethered to a memory,
of when we had our first dance.
I am not there in your future
I am only in your past,
For when we had our first dance,
that first dance was our last.
The StorytellerAs the Storyteller tells his taleThe Storyteller by shelleypalmer
in evening’s calming hush,
clouds streak and leave a misty trail
quite breathless in their rush.
Stars vacate and leap the moon,
which wanes in velvet sky.
And all that’s left is emptiness
that leaves me wondering why.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
he strokes my weary head
as it sinks into my pillow
and I’m sleepy in my bed.
I listen to his words and wish
myself beyond my fate.
Yet I think not of tomorrow,
for I know it is too late.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I hope it will not end.
He leans in close and whispers
softly to me as a friend.
He tells of joys and sadness,
highs, lows and inbetweens.
He paints a picture with such words
More vivid than my dreams.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I watch him turn the pages,
Slowly with a wisdom
as of one who’s dwelt in Ages,
where many sagas lay forgotten
in their resident abyss.
The final page he turns and then
gives me a loving kiss.
I linger in the empty sky
Modern Morality: A GhazalWe possessed the book of nothing that would matterModern Morality: A Ghazal by sandzen
To those with magazines on the same matter.
The protester who faces the dark cannon
can't imagine what it means: his sprayed gray matter.
We emerge, clean as a chef's clean dishes,
Steaming, hot, sanitized against certain matter.
The scope could be infinite. But for now
It's built to scrutinize the dark matter.
Mother, only ever meant for decomposition,
Had worms made an entirely different matter.
Even the victim can't help asking
The voice in her head, "What's the matter?"
"It changes to survive," said the philospher,
"When it's done changing, it's the death of the matter."
as we drag our feet to non-existent sandMany took for grantedas we drag our feet to non-existent sand by LumenArtist
a kind heart to a gentle hand
guided to misguided places,
a keep sake,
was a crescent moon
to a fertile land.
where we fell to loss and victory
we tied this noose
to tomorrows forgiveness,
as we drag our feet
to non-existent sand
the message we drew
had washed away;
are we bound to a moment
a fingertip on time we planted
while staring to forever
are we the breath of confinement
those stole out wishes.
I saw sadness in life,
do we grow poor or grow riches
memories; we treasure
DescentOneDescent by dressagelover101
I slowly descend
these steps with no end.
Haikus for the LandHaikus for the Land by tommyboywood
safari heaven nile's seRpentine ways
take me home o country roads amazon to my village
life in the outbAck ganges for a dip
then they we
TapestryShe, the departureTapestry by Monocephalized
Marble rolled on tapestry
Felt the woven loving fine
Of the way she built for me
With longing loom
Comb the coat I wore by day
Dirty with the soiled ground
Felt like leagues I used to stray
Made a world for me
Like the finest picture I was
Left to marvel at her trait
To let the world come home to me
Like a rain of cleansing flame
Wrapt in silk and warmest fur
Fore the fire held me tight
Like the children that we were
Span with treeless forest call
Where the rustle should have spake
To the birds I am devolved
She, a woman of the wise
In a nothing far and wide
Shelter naught a fear of any
The purest love she held inside
Made a home for me
Every log and stone
Travelled longer than I breathe
So more stronger than my bones
Told me stories with her weave
All the shade she caged in cloth
Through the single window pane
Like the light when I run off
Her long embrace
Hands she clasped were shaking still
With the cold so soon to come
Chasing feathered distant tri
Patrick and PatriciaYour mirrored facePatrick and Patricia by CarryPhoenix
Looking straight at you
Not from the looking-glass,
But from a human too.
We're not the same when it comes to the heart and soul,
Told we are similar in our picture whole.
Two names, one word,
Pattern's holy thing.
No winged or wingless,
Cut and shredded every wing.
There had been talents which required earth or wind,
Now not so needed, and erased every hint.
He's Pat, she's Pat,
Patterns of a man
Who had decided
It'll be equal from just then.
Equal in gender, which does not exist for now
In the official writings made to rule the crowd.
The firmest lock
Sealed till end of time
And is considered
To be the hardest crime.
Two hands of opposites on each other firmly hold,
Custom so useless, because thousands of years old.
Two shades are banned.
Guess which. Blue and pink.
Together sealed in kink.
No more two Patterns, oldest words swim out to air,
Two other versions from those who do and dare.
Newspeak shrinks down,
Meanings are not gone.
ObsessionIt’s a fine lineObsession by GreyAreas
Between love and hate
Between for your, and for my own sake
Between I need you and obsession
It’s just a step,
From perfect to
It’s gone so wrong
From a thought to an expression
From you’re the only thing I have
But you’re not gone away from
You’re not leaving only
UninkedYou used to print your nameUninked by fableweaver55
on the lined sheet of my soul
with those coal eyes of yours.
Unfortunately, the ink has run out.
(I'll wait, while you go and get a new supply.)
Kindred EnemiesMy soulKindred Enemies by fableweaver55
(We must have been at each other’s throats in a previous life.)
Transmission ErrorYes, there was a transmission error.Transmission Error by fableweaver55
I failed to receive your bullshit.
Can you please try again?
(I wish this could work in real life.)
dear depression,(master of the umbra)dear depression, by RoseScarlet
i hate you.
broken whispers, lonely promises,
you are the worst of lovers, owning all, but
never seeming to be satisfied
even with your name branded scarlet into my wrists.
i am no longer the golden songbird as when you first met me,
you still hang onto me
raking across my heart like
my pen ripping across the bloodstained page, like
lightning across the skies, (vengeance
raining down from the gods i used to believe in)
"don't let them catch you,"
you breathed into my ears.
an ounce of life, in exchange for a cloak of darkness (i thought i'd only stay one night)
the fog was sluggish and deep.
so blinded, I hid
in the shelter you offered me
(i still hear those echoes)
my rib cages are my prison bars, my heart bound by these chains...
you chopped off my wings and left bleeding stumps
and told me i was never bound for the skies.
(shattered glass, lifeless eyes)
Set me free.
FrustrationFrustration is a rough young girl,Frustration by mii-sama
Alone she stands, dressed all in black, a bruise on her face, her shoulder against a steel lamppost.
She has a pungent odor,
A mix of unwashed clothing and to much perfume.
The lamp is not lit,
Instead it flashes on and off, on and off, illuminating her grubby appearance.
Others pass by and look her way,
Their heads turning like robots, almost in unison.
She glares a warning, a dynamite stick sparking.
Suddenly she screams,
Tears streaming down her face,
And then in a flash,
She is gone.
Her old, black, patched up bag still sits next to the lamppost, a promise of her return.
BarbieI am hollowBarbie by Joshybean
Empty, as they say
I am hollow
I am lifeless
more and more everytime
I am lifeless
much less than a sinful crime
I am not unique
for i strive to be somebody
I am not unique
for I'm only someone's copy
I cannot change
my plastic exterior
I cannot change
my lifeless behavior
I was meant
to be controlled
I was meant
to be played and toyed
I am depressed
behind this ardent smile
I am depressed
But it only lasted for a while
I am now dead
emotionless and numb
I am now dead
sick and tired of playing dumb
Lavender BlushShe was as elusive as snowflakesLavender Blush by YellowBeast
Melting through the hands that grasped her
She was as cold as ice
Glistening with deadly beauty
She was as beautiful as a winter cardinal
Her voice as sweet as birdsong
She was as enchanting as snowfall
Just as quiet, just as soft
She was the winter night
A whisper of a dream that slipped through moonlight
She was grey hues of dimmed candlelight
The liquid shadow that watched people sleep
Yet she was just as fragile as any glass
And as hard as any rock
To her no hearth held any warmth
Color and emotion never graced her
But for now she’ll allow the caresses and teasing
She’ll sleep in the bed of the one who cares
Lavender blush will fill her face subtly
Until she vanishes in spring
My dear illusionMy dear illusion by Bncourt
Ideas come as flames at dawn
full of pain that floods the deep sleep
with stubborn feelings that burst with drowning insomnia
sprouting as screams the sweet breath of the body.
I try to think what passes around,
inside the body,
in the beating of the heart,
that doesn't allow the mind to rest
or ease the tension.
Repression ideas collapse in each inner corner
hidden desires powdered by time
but not forgotten by the beating of our hearts.
Pathetic are the forces
that finds a grieving creature
for the failure of a moment that has not seen light yet
it just got lost with the night
gently dancing to the beat of the fog.
fleeting moments full of pain
dying with deep fantasy,
exhaling forbidden passion
pursuant to the beat of the clock…
I thought I could forget it
I thought it would heal someday,
but I may be pursuing a mislaid love
who got lost in the night
Faults(But) who has the words to describe this voidFaults by disaster-quest
An empty heart cannot feel
It cannot sympathize enough to concoct potions of similes and anaphora to convey meaning
(I) cannot disguise the ugliness of solitude
I (cannot) discuss it unless I expose the bluntness of pain and loss
It’s easier to face the earth and hope that it will accomplish what I am too petrified to do
Begging and pleading, the concrete pavement will split open and swallow me
The planet will break on its axis and even gravity will have enough patience to cease for brokenness
I will fall off this forsaken body of land and all will (stop), all will end
The treacheries of betrayal and the knife you lodged in my spine will all be forgotten
Ever (loving), ever choosing to care was my greatest mistake
It has been the death of me…it has been the most startling freedom for (you)
I am in ruins because of you, there is no beauty left here
I breathe blood; I’ve run out of tears
I watch you laugh and it breaks my
HomesickCalista climbed easily over the rusted, wrought iron fence. She waited for her mother to do the same and they trudged toward some houses in the distance hoping to find something worth scavenging. Calista used a machete to cut down the tall grass and weeds in her path. She jumped as her blade hit something hard, her arm stinging from the impact. Moving closer, she discovered a large polished stone. It was sticking up out of the earth, engraved with a name and two dates. Taking a moment to look around she noticed the stretch of land between the forest and the houses was filled with these large slabs of rock.Homesick by prettyflour
“What is this place?” She asked her mother.
“It’s a graveyard.”
They paused to overlook the gentle rolling hills dotted with tombstones. Calista shivered at the sight. The land ahead of her seemed so lonely, abandoned and sad. She thought of her mother's stories of a time when the dead were buried in boxes, headstones marking their grave
Shiver In The SnowThe small icy needles pricking my cheeks,Shiver In The Snow by LovelyZ
The brushing of wind,
Making me shiver with delight.
The snow falls.
The white crystals cling to my hair,
I brush my cheek where a flake has clung for life on.
The ice slips and cackles under my feet.
It's a silent night.
The bright moon glitters above,
Stars shine brighter as the small snow falls slowly,
The night is perfect, beautiful, incredible,
A shiver in the snow awakes my senses.
The shiver is released.
fallsnowi remember when it began, a snowflake trapped in eyelashesfallsnow by photosynthetichuman
waking up to find my feet cold and buried white
the window menacing as crystal fangs grow
it fell faster, stalking, none the wiser but me
as the supermarkets grew slippery
and offices turned to caves made of ice
even under the sun, an avalanche
gushing like a river, the frozen powder covered all
children and birds became paper puppets in play
how odd to see the snowpeople alive
i walked, just a ghost
as it fell, and fell
but nobody saw
and nobody cared
it's not that bad
just me and the snow
and the blizzard finally blinded me
only winter left in my mind
A Passion Named DecemberThere's frost on the ground.A Passion Named December by ThomasInTheClouds
It creates for my heart a wintry crown.
Lady Winter runs her fingers through
My hair and leaves lip imprints of blue
On my cheek.
Intrepid eyes of my pallid lover
Lead me through frostbitten paths to discover
My soul is chaotic as a blizzard.
But in your chilled breath, I am delivered
With your song whispered meek.
Scintillating in the thawed skies,
Crystallized blessings cascade down to baptize
Me in this snowy throne room.
Together, my sorrow we entomb.
I adore your flawless physique.
December, I pray your reign never end.
Even still, your impression will never descend.
Down to my marrow, I feel you forever with me
I hope you can see
You have left in me nothing bleak.
The Slow FreezeUntethered spheres spin to a halt,The Slow Freeze by Psi-Kick-D
bored from fires long since put out.
Sighing melancholy tears into the new void,
they lie and wait for a friend long since lost.
Spring had come in a fiery explosion,
and summer slowly slipped away,
hidden somewhere under the monotonous tasks,
issued in stone by unseen guardians.
Only the cold whisper of lonely winter signaled the irreversible time passed.
Stay the NightSleep, my perfectionStay the Night by carmennge
and I too will shut my eyes
like the moon mourns the light of day
so it can slip away
into a union with the sky.
Then the stars will wink at us from above,
privy to our not-so secret love,
and our slumber will resemble
the softest of waves as they tumble
into each other with unbridled joy.
As chilled air seeps into our shared dreams,
we will nuzzle up and burrow deep,
inhaling the scent of the freshly laundered
before the hours are quickly squandered
by a sun that swiftly draws the night away.
Yet fear not, my love
for we have learnt to allay the dawn--
when it cajoles the night to retreat,
we smuggle the stars in cottony sheets
and covet the moon with our kisses.
And the night will never feel as young
as when our bliss has sung
the lyrics of a life now lived as one.
My CaptainO Captain! My Captain!My Captain by Sithwolf-07
May you rest in peace
And the world will never forget
Although now you are deceased
The gifts that you've given us.
You made us laugh
You made us cry
But most of all
You made us feel something inside.
Thank you Captain
For now you may sleep.
The world must continue
Without our Captain.
May he rest in Peace.
He always use to say.
Let us seize the day for him.
For he taught we're not perfect human beings.
Far from it.
But he did teach that through our imperfections
We can be our own imperfections comfortably.
Our captain did say such things.
We loss something that day when he passed away.
Real loss, something that did matter to us.
Our Captain, may he be now asleep.
Because now forever, he is free.
For you Robin Williams, anything.
Aspergers SyndromeHave you ever read a bookAspergers Syndrome by ninthlion
Where the hero dies
Have you ever seen a God
With tears in its eyes
Have you ever heard a song
That's a huge contradiction
Have you ever died
Thanks to some restriction?
Could you ever know
The pain that we feel
Have we ever known
What's fake and what's real
Would they ever even stop
To acknowledge our fears
Or will they continue
Drinking our tears?
The social rules perish
The stigma dies
Because in our world
We have nine lives
We're hard to get rid of
Just you wait and see
That it's not about 'I'
It's more about 'we'
We will fight for the future
And we'll fight for today,
But we know they won't get it
Not straight away
We'll continue to lose
We'll continue to fail
Ignore us, and into the coffin
Goes the nail
We have all these thoughts
About how we are naught
That's a lie we've been fed
That's a lie we have bought
We don't fear the unknown,
We fear the past
We fear the pressure
That to us, has been passed
How could it be that
Come first in busin
near sightedI've always thought she is perfect.near sighted by prettyflour
A beautiful combination
of two people
who loved each other beyond words.
I stared into the sun
silently asking for answers,
so blinded by the light
that I had no choice
but to close my eyes.
A flash of black
then a vibrant pink
that I latched onto
and asked for guidance.
She was so upset at the notion
of her own imperfection
until I confessed that humans are often flawed.
She is ten years old
and her tears flow because…
and it breaks my heart.
How do I explain
that her vision isn't what it seems?
That with glasses her focus can be improved upon?
Innocence is fracturing
beneath oblong corneas
and blurred vision
that she inherited from me.
Astigmatism is what I have
and her father does too.
I tried to tell her that's it's not her fault
and for the moment…
all she can do is blame me.
for something completely
out of my control.
I did the on
Dear CassandraDear Cassandra,Dear Cassandra by SimonSayzz
The idea of writing to you is very scary. You and I are essentially the same person but your entire existence is a piece of paper.
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
How flappy are your arms?
Do they wave in the wind
or jiggle at a touch?
Are they life like,
or flesh like
or are they just paper arms?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
how thin and lifeless are you?
Do you wither in the rain
or crumble between hands?
Are you life-like
or are you just a paper heart?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
how graceful and perfect are you?
Do you parade around in fancy clothes
or wear those Jimmy Choo’s?
Are you life-like
or are you who I wish to be?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
How different are you and I?
Do you have weight
or is there only air around you?
You are life-like
but not flesh
who I wish to never be,
for the simple fact that paper self,
I love me for me.
~Alter~~Alter~~Alter~ by Xaviorzion
I'd change the past,
To alter the future,
Differ from the moment of which we're in,
Where would life begin?
What would happen if the past was changed,
To alter the future, that changes the time,
to which is current, of the moment I'm speaking,
You already know, You've been there,
Hand in hand, regrets in mind,
Wouldn't you want to alter time?
Each memory we have shared,
Wether it's happiness or not,
It always doubles,
Sometimes causing an uprising,
Or possible defining others, in which we hold,
What more could we do?
What would the future have in store?
We're stuck, We're in the present,
Our future is unknown,
To alter time, Taking a trip back down the road,
Where would we be now?
What would you change?
Differences in each other,
Make similarities much more brighter,
Our common interests and goals,
Would shine like the sun,
But our faith falls to the horizon,
We don't know what we want anymore,
Are you even there?
It's so dark; So dreary,
The faith is gone,
scraps and sacramentsyou,scraps and sacraments by intricately-ordinary
beautiful siren girl with melodies
entangled in her hair: you are
shell-shocked and sea-struck
even though you cannot stand
the sensation of sand beneath
you have fingers for prying, picking,
pulling at your skin and nesting
in that hollow space between
your bones. and if anyone asks,
you will swear there are monsters
sleeping in the concaves of your ribs;
there are ghosts beneath your tongue,
embittered, and you are not the words
they say there is an answer, little girl
(sometimes you begin to believe you are
a scarecrow on the border of reality
begging people to turn the other way;
and the mirror will agree)
how far have you gone? a feather in
the breeze who won’t promise to return
again; there is a wandering warmth in
the hesitation of your harbored fear.
where will you be in six months when
the future has become itself and you
are still astray? little one, no one is like you
in the way you sway to the cadence of a
dissonant night. no one knows your
Freedom in Introspectionmusic—overwhelmed with passion thrummingFreedom in Introspection by LightOverpowers58
through veins loaded with life’s elixir, heart pumping
tha-thump-tha-thump within a torso pleading for
release from earthly confines such as the pain of love
and killed dreams dreamed in the moonlight’s glow
and under starlit ceilings…whirring thoughts
click—click—click—click pen tops prey to nervous
habits born of a too busy brain…voices cavorting
through the air, slipping into eager ears from headphones
small and ineffectual yet loved all the same, mimicking
sounds of eons long and gone past…
You Heard The Man You Love (A Cento)we unswaddle the wrapped furniture:You Heard The Man You Love (A Cento) by tiganusi
photos of boys whose names are lost
together like - let's say -
a school of silvery fish
come back as our heartbeats
stored up for phantom children;
small timid voices we can't locate,
one deep vowel of horror,
a word dissolved.
why such deep mourning?
say it plain;
we turn maudlin,
we hiss at them:
the hurt child will bite you,
will creep around at night
through one night after another,
after decades of being virtuous instead:
oh blackie, named bluntly
at the age of - my guess - ten,
you spent this morning among the bloodsucking,
those black sweaters, those tatters
or fur or feathers, whatever,
because you didn't think
the way you did.
the audience was squirrels
the colour of dried blood;
they speak words i think,
what is it they claim to know?
but sing on, sing on,
an ancient custom.
join the applause:
this was for others.
is it about sex?
you've lost your splendour;
it's like watching somebody drown.
if you could only find your way
:: This Little Equinox ::The warm emeralds:: This Little Equinox :: by MadxRhapsodyx17
transcend through the winds of change;
cooling and falling.
An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem)The writing is nothingAn Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem) by StrikeTheMadness
When everything feels wrong.
Awake at night.
Blind eyes wide open
In search of sleep,
Don’t pray for me.
I’m not a child;
The memory of who you wanted me to be.
Sorry, I’m not perfect.
I’m only human,
Ready to fall
Down, down, down,
(Even buildings eventually collapse.)
If you are drinking to forget,
You might just end up remembering
The woes of the world.
No big deal.
Don’t be ashamed of who you are.
Sanity is an illusion,
Tragedy is beautiful.
The Free-form Poet's SedokaHow does one conform?The Free-form Poet's Sedoka by StrikeTheMadness
Act how everyone else does,
Never standing out.
Why would one want to?
If we all write the same way
No one is special.
No Such Thing as Luck HereLuck is nothing,No Such Thing as Luck Here by StrikeTheMadness
Action is everything.
It wasn’t luck that kept me
In the hands of an unconcerned lover.
It was insecurity and adolescent dreams
That made me stay
After trust was thrown away.
This is not a disgrace to me,
People’s actions only reflect on themselves,
What you do after that
Is on you.
Luck never made my decisions,
My experiences sway me more.
If I were to forget them
I would only repeat the mistakes
That I’ve made before.
Things that some would call shitty luck
And then go on to hate
Are the things that make me strong today.
UntitledIn sun-freckled frame, amber eyesUntitled by Blyddyn
Dance with inexaustable energy,
As russet hair performs
A last spiral dance
With wind-wild joy.
Where is the Love?Where is the Love?Where is the Love? by Michel-le-fou
Your heart wonders
Where is the love
I know always where to look
He is tired to speak
But he tells me every day
Through his touch, his kiss
His constant care
There is the love
WeakSatan preys on the weakest of us.Weak by VioletRogue
He plagues the minds of the broken.
We who are torn in two
That is who he plunges his fangs into.
sense of goodbyesThe light of ideas soon to blossom tragic;sense of goodbyes by LumenArtist
as the lasting sense of goodbyes
to a sudden sense of softness,
as ever so suddenly we shy
our self-sacrifice was ever so tragic
as what time had worn
in your absence, had since dried and wilted
as we reach purely to our taste,
that breath that takes us to a slumber
surely, what we had admitted
purely in our hearts;
replaces blood-shocked memories
as we wade though that invasive dark
inconsistencies fight-less, evasive,
bathed with forget me nots
so we pass through a golden light
a carriage, so brave
as quiet your absence wears me
as sentiments had since forgave forgot
subdued as a destined home
we pollinate the sweet fragrance,
as we sigh away from cowardice
as we all cohere the happened twice,
to wash away fear from all
as courage that was brisk as white.
Blitzen's lamentBlitzen the plain old reindeerBlitzen's lament by 16woodsequ
Had a very normal nose
And if you ever saw it
You’d see it’s as plain as it goes
All of the other children
Used to know Blitzen’s name
Then along came Rudolph
And ruined all their games
On that fatal Christmas Eve
Santa said to him
“Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”
(Which is illogical because really, Rudolph’s never driven the sleigh before,
and it wasn’t even that dark, and we nearly ran into three houses anyways...)
But never mind
Soon all the children loved him
Though they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red nose reindeer
You brought on this misery!
Bread and WoodLoaf of bread, piece ofBread and Wood by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Wood: May you have enough to
Eat and heat next year.
Fir-tree in the ForestOutside it is bitter cold,Fir-tree in the Forest by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Frozen I trudge through the forest.
Untouched, innocent, white -
A bare forest-aisle shines.
Once stood the child’s dream
As a green fir-tree
At the great white place.
This, now as a Christmas treasure –
I am missing badly.
Every year, quite solemn,
I went away on Christmas Eve,
Away from my home.
Hurried quickly to my tree
That was my Christmas dream for me.
Kindled a light -
There my prayer was made.
In the midst of the peaceful forest
I felt only seldom cold.
However, this time it is lacking.
Christmas Eve is empty now.
Sadly, I trot back,
Weeping for lost happiness.
Dear Christ child, tell me why
Are people so stupid?
They murder my fir-tree,
They kill my Christmas dream.
MailanderliI loved the lemon cookies best -Mailanderli by miserabel
butter and sugar that melts on tongues,
a sweet symphony in baked goods.
Mother loved us more than baking
(or cooking, to tell the whole truth)
and while she claimed not to be fond
of standing in the kitchen for hours,
for us she rolled out the cookie dough,
and let our childlike enthusiasm infect her smile.
The kitchen smelled wonderful
in those December days,
and I can't help but miss it dearly,
so these years, in the December days,
I roll the dough out myself.
It's hard to be sad about baking together
having ended up staying in the past
when the kitchen fills itself
with lemony-buttery smells.
I love the lemon cookies best -
how could I not? They're childhood
and memories of when christmas
meant nothing but magic to me still.
Light My FireLight My FireLight My Fire by MichelxPuabi
"In the Name of Love"
We lie together upon my bed of oak;
Our hearts are surely flames of desire.
The longer we linger, the hotter they grow;
Still, she lights my fire.
Outdoors, the sky grows dark for the night;
Indoors, there is more than electric lights;
The fire she lights is burning higher..
And higher..and higher...
"Darling, set this night on fire!"
12:01convoluted rhythms and12:01 by itselliegasp
we dance like disjointed
marionettes trying to
play grown-ups, but
at night our
baby tears just don't
dry on their
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