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Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place

A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity

I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied

Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my paHomosexuality Bites5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

I Feel Your AbsenceWe will not be sharing a kiss tonight
And no one else’s lips will ever do
Patience is a virtue, not a hindrance
It will be a pleasure waiting for you

Though I’m in love with your body and soul
And dream of a shared passion between us
I’ll wait to hear your body sing my name
There can indeed be innocence in lust

Alas, I cannot dance with you tonight
As we find ourselves many miles apart
But still you dance around my cluttered mind
Quickstep to the beat of my hollow heart

Though I’m in love with your past and present
I shall slowly remove the hurt and hate
Replacing it with a loving future
In accordance with my belieI Feel Your Absence1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

You Are The Writer"You Are The Writer"

Speak to me through works of gallant poetry
Tell me of your fears and woes; goals and misery
Let syllables flow through use of rhymes and words
Let your voice be raised a pitch to sounds you never heard

Tell me of your troubled times through the use of fiction
Mask the pain in metaphors, prayers, and benedictions
You are the writer and the soul of the one you've come to know
Why not give your tale a happy ending before it's time to go?

Through the use of monologues, you can tell a ton
Like how you stunned the King or how your race was won
But maybe you prefer to give your tale a twist
The frog doesn't have to be a prinYou Are The Writer1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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Fads and TrendsWhatever makes them popular today
Will be the death of them tomorrow
With looks like that they can say anything
And their insecure flock will follow

Run for your life, break away from the flock
Grow a back bone and do your own thing
Fear not for the adverse consequences
Living a lie brings much more suffering

What these people consider ‘scene’ today
Will of course not be seen tomorrow
Image is just a temporary façade
And yet these blind fools seem to follow

Run for your life, break away from the flock
And sing only from your own hymm sheet
Form your own ideas and opinions
Don’t recite someone else’s beliefs

Fads and Trends1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Suicide Is Not An OptionI find myself weaving the final stitches
Of a noose I have been working on for a while
I swore I’d use it by the time it was complete
If me and my sanity hadn’t reconciled

Each thread representing a flawed emotion
Which tightly woven together makes up my life
If you’re the one to cut me down from the rafters
Love, patience and understanding must be your knife

I find myself with a gun in my right hand
With only one bullet left in the cold chamber
I hand the loaded pistol with safety off
Blindly in to the hands of a complete stranger

Does this represent me opening my heart
And risking a life of abject, dismal sorrow
This GoSuicide Is Not An Option2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Can't Find JoyI stole the smiles from both of my parent’s faces
The very same one I was responsible for
On the day I was delivered into their arms
In a cloth, from the beak of a black feathered stork

From the very first day with my very first breath
Though I was not able to speak a single word
It was evident as the nurses bowed their heads
That this boy with the dilated pupils was cursed

Everything I’ve ever grown to love and desire
In one way or another I have now destroyed
Yet still I have the temerity to question
Why it is that I can never seem to find joy

I stole the smiles from both of my parent’s faces
I would do anything at all Can't Find Joy3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

TemponautSundays: no one's butterflies are
going to affect the wavelength
of the sun magnifying ants
(nothing will happen anyway).

Rewind, the air wrinkles into
sundays: no one's butterflies are
stuck on weeping quicklime (not yet)
that doesn't hesitate; floor it.

High-pitched tires are slashed by the
hissing water, parked sometime on
sundays: no one's butterflies are
run over by broken sunshine.

One last time to make this right, keep
blinking back - stop flapping its wings
'fore they reek like pelting rain from
sundays: no one's butterflies are...Temponaut3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Ordinary Day“Ordinary Day”

Somewhere in this town are the sounds of gunfire
Certain people live while others expire
Across from this scene a truck has just delivered
Many groceries to a store located by the river

Dozens of families flock to buy food for their kids
Completely unaware they could be the next to go God forbid
Their children are in school sitting quietly in their seats
While the headmasters instruct because they have so much to teach

Elsewhere an organ bellows signaling the beginning of a mass
While a man’s car on the highway has run out of gas
The sun becomes masked by clouds as rain invades grass
Someone robbed a jewelOrdinary Day1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

UxoricideI find myself stood above my sleeping beauty
Her perfume fragranced pillow clenched in my hand
I’m counting each of her breaths down from ten to one
Then I’ll smother my silked skinned lover as planned
It’s for the best this way as no blood shall be shed
Just that of my erratically beating heart
My feelings I dismiss, I plant a farewell kiss
Upon her furrowed forehead as she departs

Oh my darling, why did you weave this web of lies
And why did you bring in to question my trust
Catapulting us from the innocence of love
In to such unbearable levels of lust
How on earth do I maintain this downward pressure
On your winsome faceUxoricide2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Galaxies And Seas"Galaxies And Seas"

We exist to wonder
About the galaxies and seas
Solutions always vague
About how they came to be

We ponder the Egyptians
The sphinxes and their marks
How the earth can rotate
Why there's night and dark

We ponder over mountains
And the cracks that fall between
Serenity and misery
Nothing's ever like it seems

We lay our heads in beds
And over-thinking brings
Love and hate and remorse
And why we feel such things

We live in speculation
In fear of the unknown
We blindly make decisions
And then reap what we have sewn

Fires burn like cancer
We contain the treasures
Space exceeds forever
Still we find no answer

We are alwaysGalaxies And Seas3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Angels With Cut Off WingsMy angels with the cut off wings
And the wounds which still bleed
You're suffering from the stings
And the causing evil deed

My angels with the cut off wings
You're yearning for the sky
The melody of your pain sings
To me, like a bird unable to fly

My angels with the cut off wings
I tried to stop the running blood
Wanted to dry up sorrow's springs
And to lift you up from the mud

My angels with the cut off wings
You mistook me for an angel like you
But I'm just human with faked things
On my back, who will fall down, too

My angels with the cut off wings
I want be your support, not your stress
Yet, I want your trust without strings
So here IAngels With Cut Off Wings1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.

I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.

I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat

I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.I Am a Writer2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Moon of Neptune: A Villanelle You're my ocean eyes and my atlas hands
I'll swim all seven seas and search their floors
I'll find a way to reach your merman lands

I'm body-soaked in brine and seaweed strands
While deeply longing for the sight of shores
You're my ocean eyes and my atlas hands

We've a love that surpasses all known spans
You're as mine as I'm eternally yours
I'll find a way to reach your merman lands

Your name's a melody I sing on stands
I'm your panacea for all cold sores
You're my ocean eyes and my atlas hands

Lulled by suffused sunsets and glowing tans
I dream of you opening heaven's doors
I'll findMoon of Neptune: A Villanelle1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

whirly, twirly,swirly clouds
in a liquid sky
mother says be careful dear
have some tulip pie

mongrols, thieves, and vagrants dream
life beyond the sun
daddy says he's coming home
war was so much fun

cats and dogs and lizard things
raining all around
grandma flying toward the moon
won't stay on the ground

truthful lies and purple eyes
chaos at the door
people crying, pigs with wings
search for evermore

comets crashing people flee
rivers turn blood red
candy canes and chocolate drops
everyone is dead

dreams and scapes and vision quests
reality a blur
am I sleeping or awake
wish I could be sureSurreality1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Drowningi
am
at peace
when my lungs
are filling with water
and i drown deep beneath the wavesDrowning1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

It takes One SipOne sip is all it takes, to deligate our saints.

After all our fates, with Heaven or Hades, but I say,

Two sips it may take,
to make this world quake, make our spirits forsake,
all our vows we undertake.

But to shine light on the way,

Three sips it takes,

Making night into day, make April into May.
Spring chaos forth, in our gluttonous wake.

It takes only one to pray,

for the foolish, near sighted one not to partake. It takes One Sip1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Pretty FlamePretty flame, pretty flame,
You shine so bright,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
I love your light,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
People stare at you in fright,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
But I know it's right.

Pretty flame, pretty flame,
Don't burn out,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
That's what it's about,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
I don't have a doubt,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
I'll try not to shout.

Pretty flame, pretty flame,
It burns like hell,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
It burns my shell,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
It takes me from my cell.

Pretty flame, pretty flame,
Don't fail me, my dear,
Pretty flame, pretty flame,
Please take me Pretty Flame3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

One Last TimeWe’ll never be able to explain why
Explain to our kin why our elders die
When the time comes to say a final farewell
We crumble, our bodies become a shell

Like my fathers before me, the time draws near
To say goodbye, a last time, to someone I hold dear
With a heavy heart I write my words
To the bravest soul who has much endured

We as humans hate that which we can’t comprehend
Such as the sorrow felt when a life comes to end
No words to construct any thoughts coherent
We spend our time wallowing in bereavement

Few words can come to ever assuage
Our ardent melancholy and our burning rage
The earth takes in the bodies we undertaOne Last Time1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

At Last...On summers wings doth heaven rise
And banish dread despair
Sweet succor in the dawns reprise
That brings faint heart repair
Purest blue the welcome herald
Burnished by that princely orb
Winters grip at last annulled
Come golden kiss, let me absorb
See, the hand of God is painting
The rainbow is his brush
An end to endless waiting
How awesome is this rush
Joy and colors bursting
My soul at last is free
With love my eyes are gazing
Such miracles I see
Life from death is springing
Green shoots and petals red
Sights that start me singing
At last the word is said
Spring, be thou the sacred gateway
To summers warm embrace
Bring the sweet and longed for day
Let sunlight kiss this upturned face...At Last...3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Letter to KokopelliKokopelli, mythic flutist
Does any of today's music
Hold up to your criteria?
Are modern composers worthy
Of the best praise one can recieve
Or of the most brutal disdain?

What modern songs do you enjoy?
How many infuriate you
With their pedestrian rhythms
And lack of creative lyrics?
Or are there songs I have not heard
That you whole-heartedly adore?

Do the songs of America
Sound to you, as they do to me,
To be dipping in quality?
Are you open-minded enough
To accept music's direction
As it is, forever an art?Letter to Kokopelli1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

These Poets TenI am among titans
Those whose presence frightens
I stand above mankind
No stronger will you find
We fight for our own
Although we are strewn
We fight with our pens
We poets ten.These Poets Ten3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

MelodyFrom darkness, sweetness pounces.
In the darkness she renounces,
All my vastly fleeting sorrows.
She weaves her body round me,
Heaven helps me sleep so soundly,
Satisfies me 'till tomorrow.
She makes me come alive,
Fireworks behind closed eyes,
For a while I am free.
Absorbs into the abyss,
Like a sweet and blissful kiss,
In a momentary triste,
I soak up the melody.

ravingroshie.deviantart.comMelody2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Pieces of chessKings and pawns are all the same
All but pieces in a game
A stroke of luck
A touch of ill fate
Decides in the end who will be
CheckmatePieces of chess4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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