The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,The Scarlet of Valor1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?
Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?
If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.
But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.
Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se
Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.Depression's Duel13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.
In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat
Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
Nope, NeverI do not think about you.Nope, Never15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You never cross my mind.
When it comes to you I'm deaf.
My inner eye is blind.
I don't see your lovely eyes.
Nor lips that I desire.
Not one thought about the bod
That sets my loins on fire.
The things that I would do to you...
Rumors to the otherwise
Border on defamation.
I do not look at your pics.
They do not make me growl,
Turn me into a lust filled beast,
Throw back my head and howl.
I do not think about you.
You never cross my mind.
The moon's made of cheddar cheese
And all the world is kind.
What Truly LingersAlways fearing the ever nearingWhat Truly Lingers22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Breathing, snorting noise I’m hearing
To catch me with the claws of myth
A haunting thought I can’t sleep with
As I wonder, deep under cover
Outside the rain, the wind, the thunder
I’m terrified, with my mortal eyes,
To see what lingers here inside
As the lightening, ever so frightening,
Could illuminate a horrible likening
Far in the corner, bent and hunched over
A figure in pictures of overexposure
But yet I see, nothing to the degree
Of anything that would panic me
I'm just alone, sleeping in my home
No one outside but the garden gnome
Outside I hear, ‘don’t ever fear!&rsqu