Suicideis not theSuicide by RecklessMonstrosity
killing of yourself,
no far from it,
suicide is freedom
from the world
death is merely
inevitable, and we
are not patient people,
freedom from pain,
from the world that
shuns us and
makes us suffer,
a pain that no
one should go through,
that chains us...
suicide is light,
freedom from this
the chains that
bind us to the
torments of reality
besides, we are already
dead from the suffering
dead from the chains
dead from the world
that shows us hate,
when all we want is
for the pain to stop.
can't they see?
we were already dead.
suicide just breaks
the chains that bind
us to our pains.
we didn't kill ourselves
the world already did...
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!
|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
Winter SkinIn Romania, the gypsies wanderWinter Skin by penlender
the streets, cold and weary.
Seven times the gypsy boy asked me
for the scarf I wore, haggard and old-
the weight of diaspora is heavy.
Each time I refused. His poverty
made him beautiful, and in the cold
of that December I let him freeze,
to wait for bird songs in the ceaseless din
of city noise in winter skin.
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
BoundThe world is a beautiful placeBound by pytryseck
when you can enjoy his embrace.
He is the one who makes you thrilled,
who makes you strong and fully healed.
The universe shines like diamonds
when you share with her the silence.
She protects you gently in her arms.
You feel overwhelmed and charmed.
The dusk brings happiness and joy
when you no longer feel like a toy.
Your sweet love flows all around.
You both are softly to each other bound.
To the Steady Rhythm of the Record PlayerYour hands locked in mine;To the Steady Rhythm of the Record Player by Alabaster-Lucanus
In the light of two candles,
United as one.
Heart of the Woman IIHeart of the WomanHeart of the Woman II by Michel-le-fou
What will glow like fire every night?
What will shine like the stars?
What will glimmer so brightly
That one will see it from afar?
What will have value more than precious stones,
More than silver and gold?
What has a price so dear when bought
But never should be sold?
Men, if you don't know, then ask your wives; if they don't know, then ask Puabi.
In my own WorldYou're beautifulIn my own World by FryxLeela4eva
It makes me cry
You're so light
In my own world..
I wish I was important
Because I love you
I'm a monster
I wish I was handsome
I wish I had a soul
I wish I was your prince
In my own world..
I love you
I'm not important
I'm a monster
Finite RideFinite RideFinite Ride by Ohreemamma
I kissed them goodbye
My parents and my sleeping little sister
Forgetting to pray but not my allowance
With which I bought a ticket to life
I sat by the window
After careful thought
On which side the sun won’t hit me
Because I’d hate to draw the blinds
Afraid to miss all those beautiful things outside…
I loved the fields and the man-made fish ponds especially,
The glass panel was so big…
But it’s a tour bus, so that’s normal
I didn’t think I’m going on a tour though, I have a destination.
I was wrong
As I always was
Thinking where I was headed to meant my happiness
School, the city, the future, where all my dreams would be.
A heavy backpack on my lap
In there’s my paper for the term
My laptop, phone and my uniform
My shoulders have become stiff carrying them around for years but I can’t put them down yet.
The music in my ears is a screaming man
Whose voice sounded so nice
Some of what he said I got, the others bl
Tears on the SerengetiTears on the Serengeti by tommyboywood
the freedom to roam
the birth of a newborn cub
weeping for the slain
masai mara's endless plains
life here is pleasant, serene
freedom and joy, protected
our brethren are hunted
why do they keep shooting?
the wind whispers their secrets
the killings are uncovered
why is there not an accounting?
they vanish, one by one
who is watching?
who is aware of this genocide?
and yet life on the serengeti thrives
shall we shut our eyes?
shall we pretend not to hear, to know?
we weep for you, our brothers and sisters
our hearts our heavy, our spirits crushed
we will wait
we will wait and we will remember
the time for relief, is it not near, my brethren?
there is a word, a word that we cannot b
Night and DayThe dark night sky endlessNight and Day by PennyDiamond
A lone pine tree friendless
The earth with dew dusted
Finger nails dirt crusted
And I drift through the night
Always an Aspen tree in sight
Moonlight woven through the skin
Walking where, worlds begin
The jeweled sky, shining
Leaves, silver lining
The flowers, glowing
Hidden stream, flowing
And I spin through the night
Glowing, pulsing, what a sight
Moonlight gilded on my skin
Dancing where, worlds begin
The dust sky lightens
The warm earth brightens
Rust red burning
The whole world turning
And I step into day
Golden streaks of woven hay
Drops of sunlight on my skin
Waking where worlds begin
My awful eyesThat's what scares me the most.My awful eyes by PennyDiamond
The thought that you might recognize
this fear inside my eyes.
That for that one, perfectly wrong second
Everything will connect
And you'll see.
You'll see what lies ahead
To think my eyes will tell you.
To think my eyes will fell you
To think my awful eyes will kill your perfect shining hope.
The seeds have already been sownWatching the happiness leave you, breaks every inch of my heart,The seeds have already been sown by PennyDiamond
And the pain in your face when I'm with you, cracks my soul apart
Your eyes are ridden with sadness, an infectious disease of its own,
And I can't reassure you or save you, the seeds have already been sown.
The Kiss or the Mind?OkayThe Kiss or the Mind? by Regal-Pinion
What I just did
Play the disguise
What were my motives?
How could I
Use my heart
Where's my mind?
What I just did
Play the disguise
What were my motives?
How could I
Use my heart
Where's my mind!
Out of character
What did I do?
I'm rarely affectionate
So why you?
I pride on my logic
And my crass wit
So analyze where I
Screwed myself a bit
And way back
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.
ten seconds earlierthree eyes watch from the wallten seconds earlier by madameshadowenn
as the tower rises by the window
a roar in the distance
a butterfly in the corner
College ImpressionsAutumn arrived early this year,College Impressions by SeaPlume
suddenly—within the matter of three minutes—
a sucker punch
that couldn't afford to last.
Summer's efflorescence still bloomed
on the first day of classes
as the white magnolias filled the quad
and the denizens of the red bricked buildings
returned to their labors.
too many to quantify:
in the bustling pastel swaths of students
and the cool white dimness of the lecture hall,
hours of freedom
after the endless summers
of lethargy and monochrome
that fade with the last remnants of childhood...
curled midst the neon chairs and cushions
carpeting the floor.
3 AM board games,
the plastic rainbow of pieces
blurring through my exhaustion,
shuffling weary home
before dawn breaks pale on the horizon
past the last of the party rabble
slurring profanities that echo up the stairwell
chasing me to bed.
Black and gold banners
snap in the chill air<em>
AnonymityLast train to who knows whereAnonymity by SeaPlume
Glides past in a bumpy, jostling line of cars
Like schoolchildren waiting in the lunch line
Or filing in from recess.
The haunted whistle of the train’s alarm
Pierces the night like a screech owl’s call
As the carriages race past, a continuous black shadow
Against thin moonlight streaking the rippling river water.
Every scene along the track—
Families in living rooms, late-night bar patrons,
The dairy farm stretching for miles along the line—
Are merely blurred moments to the denizens of these rushing carriages
Traveling through the blackness in their private tunnel of train light,
Heading for destinations disconnected from the rails they ride,
Unknown to fellow passengers and carriage workers alike,
Gone before dawn tips the trees.
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
Christmas Contest: Frozen wastelandthe Darkness is everywhereChristmas Contest: Frozen wasteland by r1kk4
all I can you see is the frozen wasteland I once called home
all I can fell is the cold wind
all i can hear is my slowly heart beats
Where did the light and the warmth go
why can't it be like it used too be
Why am I left behind, by all.
I may be lost in the darkness but I will allways find you
in my dreams and every beath I take is for you
but will you find me in the darkness
or must I fell in sleep forever to be near you?
the Darkness is everywhere
all I can you see is the frozen wasteland I once called home
all I can fell is the cold wind
all i can hear is my slowly heart beats
can you hear me when I call your name
will you see me when I am near you
when will this nightmare that we call reality end?
They Can Open DoorsThey Can Open Doors by Myrethy
Behind the wall, a silhouette seen
The Jell-O trembles, the shadow moves
They widen slowly, eyes of green
Open like doors to let fear through
Then running, past the silver glow
Perhaps they heard-perhaps they know
They see the trail and smell the fear
Nowhere to run, to hide-they're here!
Stumble past the lights now dimmed
Moments, seconds-whispers heard
At the door, they hiss a hymn
"It's inside," it's been confirmed
The door's unlocked, the heartbeats tick
First... click, click
And then... doom, doom
They opened the doors to let fear through
'' might as well. ''did you ever want to see'' might as well. '' by miserabel
beyond the stars?
(he saved lives,
flew straight into the sun).
it's a call
( " you know that's a one-way trip ? " )
( " save the rest for the turn " )
you were beautiful,
magnificent, and so, so sad.
never regret thy fall
save the world,
a quip on the tip of your tongue,
your wings glued together with hot wax,
you are beautiful and much too close
Cry of the JackalsCry of the JackalsCry of the Jackals by Michel-le-fou
Those who have traversed the Sahara along the Egyptian stretch and wandered through the Valley of Kings might have chanced to hear the occasional cries of jackals. They sometimes hang out near the doors of the tombs. When this writer was at the nearest resort, a traveler such as I mentioned arrived and told me and a few others that he had seen or heard a clutch of jackals at a particular tomb. Naturally, someone inquired,
"Which tomb was it? Akhenaten? Ramses?"
"I am not really sure," he replied, nervously. "Neither did I see a marking nor did my guide know."
An unmarked tomb. An unknown mummy. Something very strange was going on out there. However, I was still on holiday and had no intention to investigate. So the inquirer, Edmond Tulley, an amateur investigator who occasionally worked with Scotland Yard, felt it was incumbent to go. The journey was about two days by rover.
When Tulley arrived, he and his guide, a native Egyptian, camped and checked provisions. Cert
CollaborationThe spatter on screenCollaboration by carmennge
unfurls around the edges
of swelling twin flames
that flicker and gleam,
my quickening heartbeat
with an incandescent cresting.
My fingertips rest
on your smooth shaft of creation
as your fingers enfold mine
taking me to the brink of elation;
your grasp is as firm and sure
as your love is sweet and pure
and your clasp a tactile deviation
from the concave artifice I call my life,
from its mundane vexations.
And so we compose--
the liquid dreams of a new furnace
burnish our collaboration
and vacate our days
of the prosaic and pedestrian;
our passion consumes us,
distilling our fusion into embers
that irradiate our creative consummation.
African-American Horror StoryNo one ever thinks,African-American Horror Story by alovesongofinsanity
“She's beautiful, so there
must be centuries of wreckage
Inside her head.
Buried somewhere, under
all that glitter.”
She is the generation that forgives.
She is progress, so you
continue to underestimate
the fuckery she endures-
And inertia is a concept
you have yet to master.
She slips back, because
You think you've moved forward.
Every day, others reject her
and her ghosts;
call her damaged goods
before they know her.
Write her off.
She is still contemplating
the purpose of a slow, painful life.
The Beauty of the Flight OneOh bird,The Beauty of the Flight One by sammyxfreak
oh how I envy you so
with your wings so delicate
but has the strength
to fight and navigate through
the ever pushing winds
your sharp and fine beak
an open even
the hardest of words and nuts
to provide the proper amount of food
for your beloved nest
You work so diligently
looking around for signs of danger
to later take flight
if it comes to that
but staying to fight
if your nest comes to harms way
Your call expresses many emotions
that I myself sometimes feel
the purtrid cry of sorrow
the beligerant screech of anger
the prepossessing song of love and content
Oh how I envy many things
of your careful, free life
I still know of the great dangers
that you constantly face
and I will always admire
how dutefully you deal
with all the troubles
that come with being a bird
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.
Caged InWho would have thought the years being locked in a cage would be the happiest time of my life?Caged In by prettyflour
I used to dream about gliding- my wings spread wide as I rode the breeze over a horizon that went on forever. I would wake in the dark and scream out in frustration, hoping that someday I could sing my real song.
The nights became longer and the dreams became unwelcome. You see, when I'm too caged in, fantasies are more like nightmares, taunting me, teasing me; a blatant reminder of what I can never have.
It was all I wanted. It was everything.
I escaped the first time the opportunity presented itself. Barreling through the unlocked door, I ran down the table and leaped through the open window with wings unfurled. I sang then, the sweetest noise I have ever made.
Until I fell.
I had never truly experienced the sensation of falling. It wasn't as peaceful as I imagined. It was terrifying.
I thought flying would come easy. I thought I would simply beat-be
Battling Bard of Death and BeautyOf battles and wars she may sing,Battling Bard of Death and Beauty by LadyRavenClaw
Of love and romance she tells in spring,
Of fairy tales and magic she dances with faes,
Of horror and suffering she prays,
She is the Battling Bard
Of Death and Beauty
Tis her duty
True and hard
Of evils she fought
Of love she felt
Of wisdom she sought
Of wrongs she dealt
Her heart on her sleeves
Her scars adorn
Her fragile body like leaves
Her expression forlorn
The Battling Bard is she
Of Grace and Destruction
She sings of many a plea
To end pain, her voice a seduction
To many a listener her heart soars
As she tells and dances of magic and love
The words like silk in the rain as it pours
From Red Ruby lips like heaven above
The MachineGears spinning wildlyThe Machine by TheGreenDragoon
Steam coming out of pipes
Clashing and Clanging
The Machine works wildly
Yet all of it in sync
If there’s one small slip
Crash! We’re all sunk
It operates our world
The one that we all live in
We oil it, clean it
Keep all the cogs turning
We tighten all the screws
When the warnings on
Yellow means it’s bad
Red means it’s worse
If all the screws are tight
Then green light shines out
Mechanical arms funnel fuel
Through all the tubes
We are drilling ever deeper
To get more kerosene
We have buckets of ice water
In case it overheats
One day, we all know
A spring or bolt will break
Then everything will break
Everything will stop
And this mad, constant spinning
Will come to an end
When that day comes
We will all die
But by that time
We will be ready
For the final gasping breath
Ready for the end
Of our own Machines.
Take It All Away.There’s a tear between each smile and a fracture on my heartTake It All Away. by Invoking
And a thousand feelings breaking me and tearing me apart
Knowing when it’s over I may lose my sanity
Embrace the mess I am and the storm inside of me
In the dark I have a chance to fight away my problems
To ignore them all away instead of trying to solve them
All I saw when I looked back was a mass of insecurity
Laying waste to who I am and ripping at the seam
Lowering my already non-existent self-esteem
And I couldn’t help admitting I’m a self-made failure
Walking a broken path as a second-hand savior
And it all adds up to nothing; me in a nutshell
Yanking on the chain that tethers me to hell…
For Love of SelfDear self,For Love of Self by Moonlit-Muse
I love you,
Can you tell?
I sing songs of your grandeur:
Singing praises of your thoughts,
Full of foolish romanticism.
Singing proudly of your heart,
Carved roughly from stone.
Telling all of your successes,
That matter only to yourself.
Swearing earnestly of your fealty,
While you betray your truest self.
Your lips curve quick,
Into a smile full of danger.
Your eyes are bright,
Glinting with contemptuous amusement.
Your skin is creamy white,
The sun scorches you like hell fire.
You have the body of a woman,
Yet you're stupid like a child.
You're gushing with cute innocence,
But your heart is a black hole.
You give so freely,
But you take until there's nothing left.
You're so open with your life,
Yet your words are sly secrets.
You're an addiction,
A walking plague to all around you.
I love you.
Your grandeur is exposed.
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
a seraph in the stormBeneath the shimmering surfacea seraph in the storm by prettyflour
a thousand pieces
all in white
are the angels who can't fly.
the moon's scars,
the fallen angels
are stitching seems-
little hopes in the stormy sea.
A wicked wind blows
into a new dawn
where we can walk together
in the last shafts of sunlight.
Two Circus Love BirdsTwo Circus Love Birds by 19andMugsy
from what i saw,
the scene was set on fire.
but like a bangle tiger,
i knew i had to jump through
the hula hoop.
for her it was a dream come
true, as for me i simply
came to her rescue.
but unlike a fairy tale,
i am real.
i made a boat, to persuade
her to sail across the broad
seas, into the open, then,
she will be hoping,
for when she can depend on me,
as a friend.
April 13, 2011
The Blade's Summer - Fragments of InsanityI have seen, into my dreams,The Blade's Summer - Fragments of Insanity by SuomaSonja
A dark seer reckon my liege,
An empress will behold my shield.
As I carve my name upon her seal.
Cursed I was by her own will,
To become the restless sin,
Shed I was into her stream,
Unforgotten for my shear.
Legions I raised upon the kings,
As a woman i deceived,
Broken shards of my past bleed,
Upon my crusted steel.
Dark shades slither me,
Into the notorious abyss.
Last into the tombs of greed,
I buried my mind and flee.
Frederika Grimm (Copyright 2014)
:: 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.
wishesi am not a flower,wishes by RoseScarlet
a piece of me,
halfway between cracks in the sidewalk,
it will only die.
our lips fit together
all the broken pieces.
[maybe it was just a dream.]
. pavement .. pavement.. pavement . by Amanda-Graham
“… no way to know no way to know …” The soft sounds of her voiced repetition, chanted on the wind and in her head and down in shallow echoes through the alley. They have followed her only since the corner, picking up her trail and watching to see if she’s worth the trouble of a mugging, or just another one to beat down and run from; an addition to his game score. “… so quiet now how am I supposed to, all gone, all gone …“
She’s a broken brain bitch that’s for sure; but she’s not in rags, got that black too large coat and black shiny fabric bag that looks weighed down by something good. “… where’d they go … so quiet …” ‘This bitch has to go.’ Suddenly the short female figure, bundled against the spring cold and the light rain,
buy yourself something sweet or bury yourselfconstellations andbuy yourself something sweet or bury yourself by creativelycliche
could have been
so much more
and we both know
enough about physics
to remember how this ends,
how you will break
and I will bend;
and take me
is not a timepiece,
and this is not a wedding,
no, this is not
your brand of
this would hurt a lot less
if you'd just give up
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.the only letter I've ever wanted to burn by littleblueraccoon
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
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
don't forget to let me go(the worst thing I’ve ever beendon't forget to let me go by intricately-ordinary
is an accident)
my words have no filter and I am
too many apologies bound
together by the stringent belief
tomorrow is worth more than today—
remember that summer when I was
beautiful? all covered in amber fog
and delivered like a dream. I was
a porcelain promise, a lavender
whisper, a breathtaking cancer,
and so many other precious things
I just want to go back to that
time where I was unmolded by
mistakes and words unsaid
(it was never you
I have spent too long trying
to drain out every tear from
the ocean, my love,
simple tasks are for the
weak of heart, it was
I am still beautiful at night:
a perfect collision on a road
going nowhere, (please
do me one last favor
and remember me.)
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
Nine1. I took you for granted
when I knew no more of Shakespeare
than Romeo and Juliet.
I was a fool and you were a liar,
but we wore it like love.
2. You are a pretty face
that appears every two years
to trace the waistline of my jeans,
whisper that you still think I am "The One,"
and say you will survive without me.
We did not love each other,
but there was always something so honest
about the way we both failed Chemistry in high school
when that's all we ever had.
3. I have not seen or heard from you
since the day you asked about my broken headlight.
You were trying to make conversation because
I refused to sit in your lap while we waited
for someone to divorce my name from your phone bill.
I told you about being blinded by the morning
Object(ified) PermanenceI'd rather wear bruises on my neck
than panic pinned to my chest,
where it can prick me at will
(and it will, it will)
to draw practiced calm
from my veins;
there's a reason I don't
donate what little sanity
I've held onto,
butterflies jarred by
my sick need to
be on the other end
of the needle,
never again being
pressed into glass
like the girl who learned
to rely on the pain—
who found pleasure in
having her wings plucked apart
and her organs organized
until she met the sweet suffocation of resin
that decorates hopeless devotees.
She's over there on the shelf,
where he refers to her as "still life"
as though there is still life
in her loyalty.
(There's no pain I can't endure
with teeth inches from my pulse,
threatening the existence I lost.)
Untitledhere you are,
holding weight in words
that won't wait for me;
how was I to know
the first night you said you loved me,
you were saying goodbye.
you sent the deadbolt home in the name of self-reliance,
but I never once doubted your desire to see me fight.
I spent four months with my hand on the handle,
talking through a door adorned with struggles of my own:
rivers carved in wood with chewed nails
after I promised you I could adjust;
I kept the word "affirmations" on my tongue
until chameleon-colored survival kept my word.
eventually, I stopped scratching at the door
and curled up beside it, because at least you were there;
(sometimes) (when you wanted to be)
I convinced myself that was enough for me.
but when someone else saw my trembling hand
and steadied it, you peeked from behind the curtain.
now the door's cracked and I'm not where I should be,
so you convince yourself that I'm untrue;
I can't possibly love you, it must have been a ruse!
tell me again how I made a fool of you.
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