SelfBefore there was him there was no me.
Legitimatly speaking I was undefined.
An emptiness walking along steps instead of stones.
Following what was the line of living...
He breathed meaning into my soul, and made life burst before me.
He began to paint color into what he called 'our' world.
His arms remained around me through my days of bliss, and there was no sweeter sound then him whispering what became my name.
The Jazz he would play on his records while we sipped our coffee on the couch became our theme songs.
The smell of sweet cream and strong beans became familiarity.
Poetry would spill from his mouth in slow syrupy words. Addicted I would watch every form his lips would transform, listening to every note his voice would reach.
He filled me with himself.
Only once he was gone did I realize, I had no name.
Once 'our' world became 'my' world, I no longer knew who 'it' belonged to.
My feet turned to the stairs this body walked before, but my hands habitually grabbed a record to play
call my nameIn your last days
you must have called my name
a hundred times,
You needed me so much.
Now I´d give anything and everything
to hear your voice
call my name again,
just one more time.
by Suzanne Karbach august 2014
NamesMany people have been called names,
Many different names have hurt people.
Names can't, and won't define us,
Just us our birth given name does not.
If I were to have a child and name her Ariel, does that suddenly make her a mermaid?
No, it doesn't, and if our given name won't define us, the names we are called certainly can't.
Why is being called ugly or worthless any different from that?
Just because we are called that, it won't automatically make us that.
It's all about what you believe.
You believe you are ugly, and you allow such silly little names to hurt you.
Have you ever called someone a name and not meant it?
If you call a beautiful person ugly, does that make them that?
If I called you Cinderella, are you going to turn into a Disney princess and ride off into the sunset?
The answer is no, because only who you are and what you do can define you,
No name, no words can change who you really are.
YOU can change who you really are.
A Name?A Name?
"I have many names."
I have been called many names
Not all of them fit me well
I know too well that I was levelled blame
But time will always tell
Some words were screamed at me in rage
By angry sires
In one word I experienced a hell
I felt the raging fires
The worth that burned on their tongues
The heat deep in their hearts
It induced me find the way to separate
And live far apart
renaissance.jpega name like mine
lies, for it wishes to hide its
but that particular pattern of
has long since been
pulsing tissue and
... describing your life... given a birth name
Their expectations burden
what you will be called
rests on how you live your life
your birth name carved on a stone
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The name I call myselfI etch my name into my skin:The name I call myself by HereLizaKnight
Funeral arrangements per the family's request."Don't send flowers. They'll die, too."Funeral arrangements per the family's request. by everystupidstar
Defy the StarsI will defy the very stars in the sky to be where you are.Defy the Stars by EnthusiasticArtist
Mere gravity could never keep my soul at bay.
With thoughts of kissing your lips no distance can be too far.
Not even the four elements could keep me away.
Fate may form a different story at hand.
Destiny is silently seeking a tangled way to keep us apart.
No true love can ever been planned.
I will stay true to the course as long as you keep me in your heart.
My love hold on to what we have and what can be.
As long as there is hope I will not let go of what the future brings.
Someday for eternity you will be with me.
Yearn for tomorrow I will come to you on love's delicate wings.
MezgraphyIn Halloween, I ate my first biteMezgraphy by Mez3rika
And where I first saw the moonlight.
Do you know when Toy Story released?
And where I live in Middle East?
I will give you a hint; but think well
Next to Red Sea, is a shell.
The sea's mermaid, is what we call it
Overrated, I must admit.
A plus in blood type, and in my school
Can you guess my favourite tool?
In all types of papers, it is used
Easily erased. Still confused?
You would often find me looking down
Without a tear or any frown.
My busy eyes, strolling left and right
As I lay down, in pure delight.
HertzThe human ear can perceiveHertz by xxdraxx
Frequencies anywhere from
20 to 20,000 hertz.
Our song vibrates
At less than 3 hertz.
Chance the Rapper taught me
Not to write love songs,
Instead, I’m writing ‘you’ songs.
I’m not in love.
I’m in you,
I am so in you.
I amI am an old autumn tree losing my last beautiful golden leafI am by Supach
and a tiny baby bird who fell out of the nest before I could fly.
I am a desert parched and dry, waiting for the first drop of rain,
the tiny cloud slowly dwindling away before your very eyes in the powerful sun.
I am the lonely cry of an eagle as it sails across the sky.
I am a vast ice tundra cracking and breaking
crashing icebergs into the sea that float away and dissolve.
I am the last moonbeam on the edge of the ocean
silently fading into dark
I am..... missing you.
Written by Suzanne Karbach September 2014
Fabric SkyTapestry with cirrus woolFabric Sky by Monocephalized
Cold white snatched and shorn
From the back of the gemstone beast
That swallows every sunrise
As the tusk winding round
And hairs of black entropy
Woven paths so different
Clash in artificial replica
Patterns made by an eye
To mimic the one spawned forth
And shook the fabric out
Along with the weaver's curiosity
Nimbus goats ride the field
As tufts in its spanning hide
So speckled to keep the focus
As funnelled in their rain
On the ground facing up
Like those whom create from memory
Take shape the paper ink
Develop phenomenon again
Rows for a naked sky
Develop changed motions
So now will none be able
To understand the species behind
Gravethe Grave is my last homeGrave by Seaxwulf
it is a place I was taught to fear
but as I stretch my leaves to Sun
my roots itch for that loving place
to feed the ground beneath my feet
which my feet so often now have tread
and push up daisies with a smile
where in death my life shall shine
here I know I don’t belong
there is little left to bind me
so I pray to loving Gods below
for endless ages keep me
TimesTimesTimes by Michel-le-fou
There will be times
When a man cannot determine
Between the howl of dogs
And the cries of men
Perchance he shall find
That the criers have thick hair
For they scarcely have the minds
Mid-evening in September
Alas I must always remember
I took a walk about my ground
The sky was dark and tense
The neighborhood lay silent in suspense
But soon the air was pierced by
What I mistook for the howl of hounds
When I wandered near
The howling fell in my ear
But seemed to have the voice of men
I beheld a strange sight
Which I pray I may never see
A pack of dog-like men
Sitting at the crossroad of a lane
EffectShe hurt him again...Effect by WrittenInRaw
I raised my palms in offer.
To answer his confused refusal I repeated my request,
this time grabbing a pillow.
"As hard as you can to let your frustration out"
He ran his fingers through his hair letting his head fall back with a heavy sigh.
"I can't do that I might hurt you"
I held back my sarcastic laugh filled with irony and disgust.
"That's why I grabbed the pillow. I hate seeing you like this because of her."
"You're so kind, but I don't think it's a good idea"
I began shoving the pillow against him nudging and urging to let out his anger...
He rose, raised his arm,and I braced myself for the impact.
His lips always made a pained cringe when his heart was being tormented.
He once explained to me it was because she owned most of it, and it ached when she wanted it to.
'Why would she ever want...'
His fist slammed into the soft cushion again and again.
He was so strong.
I gripped it tightly, so glad to be helpful,
An ideal flitted across my
ScaleScale of opened fingers clutch in their earnest what be measuredScale by Monocephalized
While arms as pillars rise staked in a pyrite jaw
The bones are eggshells save the palms that steady
To catch in empty strength whom one treasures
Come out from teeth that silent breathe
The satchel coarse and carefully homespun
Inside is faith perhaps misplaced
Perhaps better to leave
But they rest
Put to test
As weight of sins
Make the dead air crackle
While they keep their holding sway
The stardust poured in a forgotten din
Once the bones have found their final thrones
A final verdict ruled by whom the jester becomes
The one with a glimmer like its feet held high
Or the one which stinks with the blood and burning ozone
Friends Unmetall my friends are really out thereFriends Unmet by Seaxwulf
waiting in the wings
the ebb and flow with going winds
and in the gales I hear them call
and sometimes when the winds are fair
I hearken unto my own lungs
give faith to all my breath
as out to them I call
and if luck travels by the seas
the voice will carry true
and there somewhere across the way
the voices are not sent in vain
a beacon, plea and prayer
we shall draw the distance
and build upon our breath
so begins the kindling hearth
Gran Mal.....It was the most afraid I have ever been.Gran Mal..... by WolfsoulPhoenix
Watching as you fell to the ground,
And didn't rise....
All in the space of an eternity,
Wrapped in a heartbeat.
Eyes of emerald and agate looked only into
your own mind,
Leaving only the whites to see.
I threw myself to the ground.
While, inside, my soul gibbered in fear.
White hot panic stole my breath and
burned my heart
As your body went rigid as stone.
All thought fled the moment the tremors started.
Building to violent, explosive earthquakes that
wrenched your body to and fro.
All I could do was cradle your head as you thrashed,
Desperate to keep you safe.
One thought burned deep, refusing to be swallowed
"I will NOT let you go....."
A lifetime passed as you tried to breathe
And nothing but pain would pass.
Muscles locked and nonresponsive, ignoring your
burning lungs' plea.
The best one under the sunWe know someone who´s so sweet,The best one under the sun by Supach
from her snow white hair,
down to her petite feet.
She´s quite shy though,
doesn´t like to cause any fuss
she can tell you off and shout a bit,
well at least at us,she does.
She always has our best
interests at heart,
our troubles are her troubles too,
she´s cared right from the start.
She can cheer us up easily
with one caress of her warm hand,
tells us she loves us ,
just make´s us feel so grand.
She will sometimes fight our battles,
is always on our side
and each of our triumphs,
they fill her heart with pride
we will love her forever,
the best person under the sun
think about her always,
cos she´s our lovely Mum .
By Suzanne karbach 5th September 2014
The Last Lemon DropAt the first fair I was sevenThe Last Lemon Drop by Kanade-Takasei
Dressed beautifully in neon Lights
I held two hands
entwined with my brother and sisters
between our Parents
on either side of the street
we stretch in front of the river of people,
a tiny Bridge of children.
We come to a halt at the candy shop
excitement like Static Electricity
sparking in our Veins
Daddy slides his magic square over the counter
and the candy man holds out our prizes
the kind of lemon drops that tango behind my eyes
and echo between my ears
warm, sweet, summer melts on my tongue
and we ran through the streetlights
joy Riding in our Steps
Even mommy Smiles
The hands of time moved Too fast
now my steps are Heavy
the candy turned to Ashes in my Throat
A cliff opened and a house divided
We children didn't build enough Bridges
so the glass house cracked and fell apart
I use my own credit card now
Sliding it across the counter to the same candy man
"How much does Happiness Cost?"
siren my faithless lovesiren by YuriRenard
my sleeping prince
of broken glass and broken dreams
listen to the sirens of all open seas
how they roam
how they rage
how they weep
in the name of they wayward sister
in my name
just for me
draw me a tragedy
with your scarlet lips
for my sea sisters are rising from their depths
and you'll drown
paint me a dream
of lilac storms
I've never seen
for my sea sisters are coming waking all waves in their ruthless haste
and you'll drown
play with my hair
of sea foam and shell
with the venom of your kiss
before the oceans come to
take me home
leaving behind just a hiss of lilac foam
right before the storm
soon you'll drown
soon you'll wake up in my embrace
to the lull of my siren song
treasure seekerRule I.treasure seeker by YuriRenard
what breathes and moves through the deep, belongs to the deep
you walk and darkness follows
bleeding like rain
of dusty shadows
from the highest ceilings
from their weeping slots
of bone and broken
you walk fast
and yet nothing else
moves in the dark
but that ghastly
of your hopeful
my treasure dreamer
everything is dead
deep under ground
even an echo
even a sigh
did you forget?
do not turn back, treasure seeker
do not turn around
my greedy soul
it's too late
far too late
there is a demon
with eyes like
pits of ember
and he won't let you go
how he laughs
like a fierce hellfire down down
in the deeps
through the underground
where nothing lives
not an echo
and he won't leave you alone
Back From the CampaignBack From the CampaignBack From the Campaign by Michel-le-fou
The lone warrior
Armed with the weapons of justice and love
Returns to his tent wounded but proud
His triumph that he can be left in peace
To love his lady
She awaits within
He strolls in and falls at her side
She searches him for wounds
She finds only bruises
"My lord has fought so bravely to defend our love."
"My lady is always worth the struggle."
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. There were times when he needed stillness and peace. And to let his mind relinquish all to the power source, that appeared to hang so tantalizingly close. It was a secret place, that also held his hopes for the future - but of late these had been swamped, struggling to rise above the murk and mud, constantly suffocating every thought that struggled to breathe in the light.Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flow
TraitorYou are a traitor,Traitor by ArtsyAmbassadorArt
Vile and a hater,
Who had my trust
Now crushed to dust!
What is your motive,
What did I not give,
To secure our bond?
Was I the one conned?
Well I really think
That YOU broke our link.
In the end YOU lied,
Cast our ties aside!
I offered up my all,
Was behind your every fall,
You mostly did the same,
But it was just a sick game!
You are the traitor,
The vile hater.
I’m no longer serving,
Ditch someone deserving!
about friendsi. don't trust anyoneabout friends by DynamiteHearts
bitter and condescending
not willing to open up to anybody for any reason
people will always just break your heart in the end.
ii. pouring your heart out
mi familia son mi amigos
which means once i care about you
there's no going back.
iii. relying on them
they are the reason you get up in the morning
and why you don't kill yourself
and why you want to.
iv. betrayal can be inevitable
sometimes you're just never good enough and
sometimes people can wake up and decide
they don't love you anymore.
v. healing is hard
you get so sick of trying all the time
shaking when you pass them in the hallway
but you have to get over it.
vi. then the cycle
Loss and Gain From MisunderstandingsDon't worry, because I still love youLoss and Gain From Misunderstandings by Takamakamori
Wipe away all those tears
Please don't hate me
I don't hate you, and I never want to
All this time I was worried about it:
You hating me for what I did to help
Turns out we were both agonizing
Over something that neither of us felt
For a long time I cried over it
Sorry for how I let things end
I'd rather have never met you
Than feel the agony my mistakes caused
Things that I have done
Have affected more than just me
And seeing it affect you
Nearly made me breathless from shock and horror
You aged tenfold
Your eyes sagged with tears of untold number
We live far apart
So the communication was somewhat flawed
I agonized in the confines of my mind
A friendship made and then lost in a whirlwind of emotion
Both sides dying slowly of the loss of a loved one
Yet not quite sure what to do with the misdemeanor
Finally, though, contact was made
Apologies were crafted from words unspoken
Sunlight crept into the dark recesses of our wasted relationship
ALL NIGHTFar behind, on the whistle of a trainALL NIGHT by lady-of-the-quill
Trembling, ethereal matters must remain
We will party in the garden
till weariness turns us sordid
The trees will have a tall time
taking us to the moon to sober up
and when the sun strikes midway, on the other side
our gowns will dissolve
into the river's dark blue waters
then, back at the surface,
we shall take tea
with milk and brown sugar for you
the bitterest Earl for me, please
Another Lost LoveLost love lost again,Another Lost Love by cattservant
Elusive love is hiding.
Not wanting your touch!
Nobody AwakeElectrons gone dead,Nobody Awake by cattservant
Sensible people sleeping.
A good day to all!
*Maybe*Knowing how, easy*Maybe* by Delice1941
Getting it done the hard part
GrandmaI miss you GrandmaGrandma by Seaxwulf
e’er I pass through Gorham’s hills
the very same I passed now long ago
when I was just a lad
then my mind was full of wonder
and still today it wonders yet
if a part of you there lingers
in the land we both have shared
is there part of me I ask you
across the Seas of time
that lives itself out as a child
who wonders with you still
Cake ObsessionThere is a house magnificentCake Obsession by Mez3rika
With marble floors and satin drapes;
Yet the owner has a bad temperament
Which twisted his face into ugly shapes.
His life was filled with loneliness
He knew he made a mistake
To prefer work over love
He had missed his mother's cake.
He does little work yet he earns gold;
Yet if you watch his life unfold,
You'll see the pain he had as a child
Because his plans of stealing cake were defiled.
His past was filled with nonstop pain
And seconds passed in sheer disdain
Because his sister stole his cake
And threw it into a murky lake.
Evil plans are strolling his mind
All for the cake, so he could find.
He took the knife, and went to her
Willing to attempt a murder.
Too young, the little fellow was
But hatred sprouted with sharp claws,
That is where his life had begun,
Catching bullets for his new gun.
He found his sister in her room
And approached her with evil doom.
He stabbed her ruthlessly
And she screamed agonizingly.
Soon, around the world, his name
A Change of Mind!The small arachnid, I called Fat Sid, crawled across the ceiling;A Change of Mind! by shelleypalmer
Its size was disproportionate to the fear that I was feeling.
It jogged its hairy, leggy way, and passed the ceiling light,
Glancing down at me disdainfully, in my immobile plight.
I couldn’t move, was hypnotized, with glassy eyes did stare,
As Fat Sid suddenly did speed and went to God-Knows-Where.
I searched the room, with trepidation, the chairs I overturned,
Looked in the smallest nooks and crannies, whilst my stomach churned,
My legs were quivering, I was shivering and then suddenly felt hot,
I wanted to find Sid, to get quite rid, but then part of me did not.
He couldn’t help his eight-legged form or hairs that grew abundant,
But the fact he would not hurt me was of little or no comfort.
I shook the curtains and cushion covers, but the blighter was not there.
Then I went into the hallway and searched thoroughly each stair,
And all this time, I thought of questions. Was he as scared as me?
I was a raging
A Riddleit comes and goes but never leavesA Riddle by Seaxwulf
at least until it finally does
but even then it lingers still
if only in another place
but places have no place in here
for one is bound up in next
and all is reckoned in the fall
as the distance draws in by the rise
it often frames the silence
and so it carries all the noise
it gives us life
and takes us from it
so what am I that riddles sing?
WaitingWaiting, waiting, always waitingWaiting by Seaxwulf
such a lovely, bloody game
like a Pauper for his God
I’m waiting just to hear your voice
speak, now come and speak to me
for I’ve waited on my shorn down knees
just to hear your singsong voice
yet silence is your only word
am I wretched, am I crude
so repulsive and so wretched that you swindle me?
you told me we should speak again
but ingendered me to silence instead
alas I am a fool but here I loyally wait for you.
Notes on Being Mentally Ill and Fully Aware Of It1. she felt guilty for the things she feltNotes on Being Mentally Ill and Fully Aware Of It by mwezii
and the times that she couldn’t control it,
hands clasped together
asking god for freedom,
her empty body;
do not pray for salvation,
2. “go outside and do something,”
says her mother,
as if sunlight would burn away all
of her sorrow;
happiness wasn’t so easy as just
passing through an open door.
3. “a butterfly can’t ever see the beauty of
her own wings,”
they tell her.
“thank you,” she says,
“thank you for telling me i’ll never know
Soul of WoodCoffee, steam and candlelightSoul of Wood by Seaxwulf
the Moon outside arrayed in Stars
in my house, my Castle still
I sit quite still and pray for you
I feel your Soul as if my own
and ache your flesh to follow
what is your scent, I long to know
are you salty or are you sweet?
in the Woods our feet would carry
we children of the Elder Pines
by the stream our thoughts would wander
stopped not even by the sandy dam
and there in safety our bodies meet
where so long our minds had kissed
I would take you by the waist
and press our bodies into one
the Moon gives witness to our union
two skins like driven snow made one by Stars’ delight
like Gods with reins to travel worlds
so would we in rapture go
now I pray Gods make it so!
We EndureAutumn nightsWe Endure by SilverWynd
we walk among the trees
upon brittle leaves like brittle hearts
fragile lovers uncover hidden wells of strength
discovered lying deep inside each other
intimacy shared in quite groves
limbs twined like tangled roots
All I needYou carry a piece of my heartAll I need by ennailaughter
In your pocket
And I never feel quite right
When you're not around
I feel so incomplete
You take my breath away
Every time I see your face
And my heart rises into my throat
Every time you say you love me
In your arms I'm complete
And at peace
The only time I can relax
Is when you are beside me
So baby hold me please
Because you're all I need
You take my breath away
Every time I see your face
And my heart rises into my throat
Every time you say you love me
I want you to be the one to take
My breath away forever
I can't think of a person in the world
Who is better for me than you
just like the starsstarsjust like the stars by YuriRenard
so far away
countless diamonds scattered across the skies
silver-eyed and peacefull
if you watch them from afar
just like you
if I love you from afar
you are just like them
in your embrace I am burning
slowly dissolving in torches of your
and I have no one else to blame
Leaves in Westbrookthe leaves are turning in WestbrookLeaves in Westbrook by Seaxwulf
as the city turns in her living grave
frowning faces, downcast eyes
all along the cracked concrete
we may all be going down to Hell
but at least we’re going together
and we know that when we’re gone
the leaves will keep on turning
the green beside will overcome
the wights we leave tend the buildings as they break
then Westbrook will be ours again
and even Angels will sing our song
Winter Dreams Of SpringWinter Dreams Of Spring by cattservant
Hard hungry living
Strong cold fronts and pale sunlight
Winds rattle the trees
Many are sleeping or gone
Escaped to survive
Death waits watching for mistakes
Or only bad luck
Short days and long nights
Carry time away
In her cold comfortless sleep
Winter dreams of Spring
A wisp of vapor in the morningA glimmer of whiteA wisp of vapor in the morning by SweetlyC
frosts the night
as dawn approaches
till it shines
trying to break the fog
But it's no use
as you cannot see through it
too thick to lift
And the frozen ground breathes a sigh
it slowly closes it's eyes
as night turns into dawn
Homing PigeonThe night befallsHoming Pigeon by Majikku7
The city of fear
As a wave of shadow
Dances through the air,
Bringing dreams of insanity
And tragic nightmares.
I lay by the window,
Watching my message soar
Into crystalline oblivion,
Carried by a meek rock dove.
She dips between buildings,
Towering, menacing figures,
Ignorant to the villainous world
As iron shrapnel flies around her.
Her only thought is to return home;
She follows the song
Emanating from your heart,
An invisible path ingrained into her memories,
As she has done countless times before.
Nobody Asks (read the notes)nobody asksNobody Asks (read the notes) by BlackBowfin
whether you have
the right to wear money
on your sleeve
on your car
to stamp dollar signs
on your eyelids or
tattoo it on your soul
whether or not
to be robbed
or if you liked
the taste of fear
of your wallet having
a mind and want
all its own
because that dollar
is sacred enough
that the facts
are all that matters
Truth Of ProtectionBy sword or by shield,Truth Of Protection by HowToBeRadiant
by man or by bulwark,
the future stands like the past;
a monument of war and pleasure.
Behind thick walls,
peasant and noble both stand protected,
if only forever,
if only forever...
SocietyWinners-Society by Paddywoo98
happiness, prideful, cheerful
saddened, jealous, envious
wanting the folly of others-
-Nigel Crippen, 1859
The literally Cold WarTo Kronstadt, to attack alleged White GuardsThe literally Cold War by Skargill
While in the streets workers waved crude placards,
They manned the garrison there, mysteriously
Where we used to sneer imperiously
There demands Workers' control, soviet power
And stop nicking are bloody flour!
What could we do? Abandon the fort
After losing the cities support?
With it state power, given to the revolting masses?
Let them win and we'd lose our conference passes!
No: we would take a stronger, firmer grip,
And bail out, our battered sinking ship!
We marched to conquer fortress Kronstadt;
Beating them as we beat the real Whites
before they could show the world we were hypocritical shites.
We marched to conquer Fortress Kronstadt:
Under their guns across the ice-clad sea
Taken full advantage of their naive mercy
Went Congress delegate and soldier elite;
In that order too (when in retreat)
Their cannon smashed the ice on which we stood;
After we repeatedly spat on their attempts at brotherhood
After, when our bodies were reclaim
The Heathen in Your Midstdo not mistake his presence as a prayerThe Heathen in Your Midst by Seaxwulf
nor take his poise as an act of attrition
that he sits atop your pew
does not make him one of you
this Heathen in your midst
he has no guilt left to give
and whether you wanted it or not
is no longer a concern of his
he traces fingers along the stone
and makes your Virgin a proud young Mother
the seed of Annikki becomes the blood of Frija
such is his wicked Heathen craft
your symbols do go back in time
where neither Jew nor Christ have breath
symbols of the harvest to be reaped as you have sewn
sigils here are those that touch the Heathen’s heaving heart
do not be offended as this wicked Witch takes your church away
for were you there upon its silent pews
than he never would have come to bother you
Explorations into the SpiritExplorations into the SpiritExplorations into the Spirit by Michel-le-fou
Beyond our gaze
Yet not without
Lies a place that few may know
And seldom ever go
The research claims that both extremes
Lie within this place alone
Yet common men point without
They seldom look within
Explorers come and go
Men like Robert Louis Stevenson,
Who experimented with his soul
So he led me on to explore
The realm within my soul
The first thing I found was darkness
It was a hazy setting
Like a misty sunset
On the summit of a hill
But although it was heavy
It could never be so deep
Because even the twilight sky
Is illuminated by stars
So there must and will be
Long before modern minds would know
The Chinese found the truth
They called light Yang or sun
And darkness Yin
They are a pair
Like male and female
Then neither is complete
Without the other
Not My Cross to BearNot My Cross to BearNot My Cross to Bear by Michel-le-fou
Who errs must ask forgiveness
Who sees will forgive
I walk this earth as he had then
I ask merely Let me live
The right is always mine
Their errors are ever theirs
Not ever my cross to bear
They haven't right to make me bear it
I have my own cross
And I wear it
To whom it concerns:
Bear thy cross by thy self
Mourn Not the PassingMourn Not the PassingMourn Not the Passing by Michel-le-fou
This world is not more than a bridge
It is a fleeting illusion
Created by our wavering senses
I mourn not its passing
From my youngest age
I have never belonged
Those in the next world knew
They await my coming
They have sent to me a sweet messenger
With the name and the shape of my love
Soon I will be with them
Mourn not my passing
Shrouded MiseryCruel, calculated, callous.Shrouded Misery by disneynumber1fan
Those snatched looks across the classroom,
sniggers that grind through my flesh.
But oh, so painful.
Fists that don’t collide with bone
but stay motionless by their sides;
Fingers that don’t pinch skin
but curl around your shoulders
False kindness; manipulative.
Cat calls and laughter
heavy with malice, dripping with venom.
Sizzling the facade of my being
with instant, blinding
barely scratching the surface
but boring their way deep inside
clutching at my heart.
Tearing me apart.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their valuesMy School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant) by Raevenous
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
A Mask for a ShieldA mask for a shieldA Mask for a Shield by Kingsnightmare
He wades through battlefields,
that look strangely like hallways
Taking stray bullets every third step
Never sure where the next is coming from
He holds high his mask, as it is the only protection he has.
Behind it he cowers
Reminiscent of Tolkien’s Gollum
Clutching to the one ring
His salvation and his damnation
His mask. The lopsided grin of the unfeeling.
Scopophobia and School (commission)Tiny eyes glare directly at me,Scopophobia and School (commission) by xXWitherXx
I better hide so they can't see.
I start to shiver and start to shake,
My tiny heart begins to ache.
I stand in the hall as my head starts to spin,
Their tiny eyes see the pain I am in.
I freeze in a corner as they all glare,
I feel like im dying as they all stare.
They can see my terror, see my face;
They can even see my scared mind race.
I hate it when they look my way,
Why must I come here everyday?
They mock and tease the pain I'm in,
They laugh at the fear I have within.
The teachers then just make it worse,
Make me stand to say some verse.
They make me quote some famous book,
I shake and cry as people look.
And then they laugh as their eyes burn,
My bed at home I start to yearn.
The looks and glares drive me insane,
No one understands my pain!
This place is just not meant for me,
I can't stand places where they can see.
They can see my terror, see my face;
They can even see my scared mind race.
Their fingers point, they laugh and tease;
Make the st
Kicking Up Her HeelsKicking Up Her Heels by cattservant
Oh Mieuxty Mieux Hoo
You're such a Woo Woo!
Such a frisky Cat
You know where it's at!
Late night jump and zip
Bring out the Catnip!
Oh Mieuxty Mieux Hoo
Yes we love you you!
[Old Lady Tiger
Asleep in her fur.]
Oh little birdHere you areOh little bird by 16woodsequ
Mended wings remain furled
Because if people saw
They had healed
They’d simply crush them
Ink MountainIn past tenseInk Mountain by Monocephalized
Will the day behind me-
-Look clearer than mud
All makes sense-
-From the fool's surroundings
-Are the thoughts beseeching
That light behind me is a dud
A goodnight to blanket-
-To wrap up all its guard
As busybody fireflies are stars
Twilight seems in this diamond casement
Worth waiting for the trip
Pipe cigar smoke skyward-
-As embers hug for warmth
The light's a boon-
-But a pulse it does not harbour
-Melt to unmistakable blur
And in the gauzy cloud come memories forth
Where the mountains once were-
-Now climb into the air
-From a fall of needle fur
All the ills-
-That my mind has buried stir
As upon the pressing woe I stare
Stones have smoothed
And a stream in sadness-
-Is born a child devoid
The smallest traits grandfathered sole employed
A shadow of the one I lived in joy
Whom sheltering had soothed
Black as pitch
But the previous colour-
-Bleed through into the night
Until the sti
Too Close to TearsIt used to be we had so much to sayToo Close to Tears by vsyo-vremya
I always thought that love would last
And time would slip away
But now I'm only longing for
Those endless Summer days
As they fade to black
Wish I could have them back
It's funny how a day can change your life
Suddenly you realise
There's nothing left inside
No body wants to say the words
It's easier to hide
But I think you should know
It's harder to let you go
Now it's too late
We've gone too far
We lost it all along the way
There's no way back from where we are
One day I'm gonna laugh about it
Maybe I'll write a song about it
But I'm too close to tears
Too hurt to talk anymore
One day I'm gonna see you somewhere
And I'll look back without a care
But now I'm too close to tears
It's too bad we lost
I don't wanna talk about us anymore...
Destroyeris it possible the one you call DestroyerDestroyer by Seaxwulf
is the one who was already once destroyed
that the harm his vengeance brings
is the turning of his memory
evil is the absence of good
or so the Catholic Greybeards preach
as they choose twixt evils material and spiritual
I have an altogether different answer
good and evil are sides of a floating coin
my friend, you are the rim between
motivated by recollection of pain
your mind becomes a spear
you throw yourself against the barricade
like some Berserk from the lore
but so sharp the Raven’s kiss
you lose all sight beside
and so it is you become the inverse
of all you fought before
as you bleed out from the balance
and answer questions since forgone
“why do we always hurt the ones we love?”
Domestic DisputeI will now wage war with my own selfDomestic Dispute by Seaxwulf
the only foe quite worthy of it
as it goes my God will the victor crown
and leave the vanquished in the dust
all my sin and strife and vanity
hatred, wrath, and enmity
they block the way to lasting Judgement
and set up toll along the Ghost-Road
keep me from my self
and it keeps the self from you
so above and so below
I ask you, do you hear me God
I know that I am coming for you
I will rob you of your secrets
and with them all tranquillity
distil the ethers to sweetest mead
I’ll give to all who thirst
a Robber-Barron I shall be
unchain Prometheus from his stony bed
then fly on Raven’s wings to your stead
where I pray that I shall find you
come what-ever there I should find
The Same Old Story.It was a claustrophobic den that stunk,The Same Old Story. by shelleypalmer
floor littered with all kinds of junk:
bits of the past and biscuit crumbs.
Bored - twiddling my twitching thumbs.
Hated it, I sat hunched and huddled
thoughts clouded, brain befuddled,
And next to me sat Uncle Dan telling his usual story.
He won the war alone I think,
wedged in a trench with putrid stink.
No comfort food, just basic ration.
And all was grey, and stark - and ashen
his comrades faces - framed in fear,
thinking of their families, dear.
He tried to cheer them up with song or with a story
And all around were scattered shells
Men scattered too, in limbless hells.
Minds, arms, and legs: fear made them numb.
They thought of home and dear old mum.
Wrote letters, longing for a link.
Wished for an alcoholic drink,
To aid the bloodied battle, and see limbs severed just for glory.
I could hear explosions – yes,
hear the cries and see the mess.
Yet unmoved, I often fell asleep.
His sorry tale, I knew would keep.
Not snoring but with sil
Mommy, why is the sky orange?Mommy, why is the sky orange? by tommyboywood
holy land or holy terror who can really say
fighting over dirt means there is always hell to pay
mortar shells leave acrid smells as bodies rot in streets
who will win the battle and just who will see defeat
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you once were proud and true
the temple of Jehovah and the holy prophets too
the Son of Man once preached within your hallowed city gates
apostasy caught up with you and thus did seal your fate
little children playing in the streets and alleyways
innocent as doves they laugh away the nights and days
eerie sounds up in the sky and soon their play is done
little arms and little legs now scattered on the ground
Prince of peace we look to you to end all hateful wars
the faith of those who love what's right can open once closed doors
the battle of Megiddo will soon cleanse our planet earth
then and only then will every human life have worth