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The Rat BoyThere was a rat boy, so timid and small.
Everything in this world, seemed so tall.

To everyone, he was minuscule,
a lonely, livid, leaf, inside his school.

There came his oppressors, his offenders,
and in a diary he'd write, hidden in his dresser.

Dear Diary
Day one

They found out I was a bastard son.
Hunted me like a fox, all for fun.
I guess to them,
i'm just a joke,
with a very weak pun.

Dear Diary
Day 22

More abuse, do I deserve this? What's the excuse?
They knocked out a tooth, found themselves amused.

Oh well. You have me, I have you, what's that Diary?
I love you too.

Dear Diary
Day 43

Too tired, too weak, sorry diary lets botThe Rat Boy1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Scar tissueThe muscle can tear and heal like magic
Stronger than ever before,
I ponder the fact and I think it's tragic,
The mind cannot be restored.

Once attacked; damaged, broken, despaired,
Like cancer, can spread to the soul.
So complicated yet can't be repaired,
It threatens to swallow you whole.

No pills, no plasters, surgery, casts.
And it cannot heal on its own.
So how to protect it I must ask,
To a danger of which we're all prone?

Sin and tragedy, suffering, pain.
We must take the bad with the good.
And since we are human I question again,
Because I've never quite understood.

Resisting corruption, you'd have to be blind.
Wear a shiScar tissue1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Letter To a StrangerYou do not recognize my name
Nor am I in knowledge of yours
Though we have never met before
I feel the need to speak with you
To tell you stories of my life
And you provide me with the same

But before we start a friendship
I wish to ask you a few things
Thus, your undivided focus
Is what I need from you right now
Can you pay fervant attention
To every word that passes my lips?

In years past, I have met people
Who love surface phenomena
And fail to dive deeper than that
Refuse to connect ideas
Will you hear the depths of my verse
And perceive me for who I am?

And many of these same people
Have done nothing to assist me
With any hardship I hLetter To a Stranger3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Cher Charades: A Terza Rima Dear aurorean wraiths of past mistakes
release man from your unliving remains
cast him out of your silhouette heartaches

Overmorrows are stained with past champagnes
drunk on a once implacable fervor
amassing populace from all terrains

Eros is a cantankerous server
of all who fall into his mondegreens
while Venus keeps track like an observer

LCher Charades: A Terza Rima1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphalt
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.

Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.

And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”

The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no loveCordis Somnium*1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Masquerade at Windsor Hall

Gallant sirs and debutantes arriving at the ball.
A masquerade on friday night, down at Windsor Hall.
Cocktail's flowing, band is playing, winner takes it all!
By the time the party's done it's on the floor they'll crawl.

Silk-laced gowns and three-piece suits and faces that are masked.
Homely Archduke's daughter's there (surprised that she was asked!).
Woodford twins arrived at ten (weren't asked and so they crashed!).
Gals of Downton also came, in adulation basked.

Truth be told, behind the masks and costumes made of wool,
are rotten chaps and spoiled debs who suffer not a fool.
And if you think these words of mine are harsh or mean or crMasquerade at Windsor Hall1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

She Walks In LightShe walks in light down darkened paths
Despite the demons that hide within
She pays no mind to their siren calls
Nor a glance toward them does she send
With each and every burdened step
She knows the task she must complete
Though heavy fate rests on her shoulders
She can not stop to rest her feet
Through the shadows all around her
She must carry on
Even though she's terrified
Until the glowing break of dawn
Within us all the darkness lies
Afraid of light inside our souls
It's for us to shine that light
For us to make ourselves whole.
-Illuminate the darkness.She Walks In Light1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

They Know of Death?Look at him, smiling proud,
Holding aloft a soiled shroud.
He claims it to be of his father-
The grim dodger, lonely carver.

And she- the last, by yonder triangle,
With brothers and deceit entangle.
Upholder of the slave friend Isis,
Though helped by asp to untimely crisis.

Then the forgotten puny folk,
Who lead dark lives until they croak,
Ruled by paper; an unlikely foe,
For a century of joy and woe.

Surely they cannot know of death,
And the pathetic fatality of their breath?
How can their love and hope survive,
When every dream’s a constructed lie?

An empty plea to an abyssal plain,
With everything to lose but naught to gain.
InsThey Know of Death?3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.

I'm made of concrete.

Your the one who kicked me off my feet.

Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.

How bout
for once, you be the brush

How bout
for once, you shut up and hush.

You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.

Into fine grain, into fine dust.

Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!

I aint made of paint

I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.

We are no art scholars.

But,
listen good.
Listen close.

Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.

I refuse, to paint a picture for you.I aint made of paint1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Curious eyesCurious eyes
With wild fascination.

But would it be wise,
To squire temptation?

Instead of demise
You might find salvation.Curious eyes3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

A Mile AwayI
want
to hold
your hand and
watch this city burn.
Your eyes speak of an unknown place,
unsoiled and so far away. I hope to meet you there.A Mile Away3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Chipped awayWhen desperation trumps loneliness
Like an ace of hearts to a king,
I open myself up to another
To see what bravery brings.

But game after game I tend to find
That I have been bastardized,
And I lose a little piece of myself
And I need to learn to get wise.

One day, I will be left with nothing,
You'd think that I would have learned.
To only share my cards with another,
Like me, who shares in return.

It's going to take a special dealer
Who is able to make me whole.
My pieces are scattered along in a trail:
Chippings of my soul. Chipped away2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Deconstruction

Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shook their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?Deconstruction2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Slow and SteadyCrowds of people rush around,
their steaming coffee in one hand and phone in the other,
while they juggle their problems and all of their emotions
and claim that everyone around them is a bother.
Caught in such a frenzy, they push their way
through the slow and steady that block their path,
for they're already running far too late
to even consider slowing down or turning back.
Where they are trying to go, I haven't the slightest idea,
but even if I asked, they'd surely be far too preoccupied
ignoring everything else as they sip their cold coffee
and stare at their phone, wondering how the battery already died.Slow and Steady1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

TimeTomorrow feels so far away,
I'd rather live my life today.
But what is it about yesterday,
That makes me want to look back?
My family says it's bad for me,
"Live in the now," they say, "Honey."
Now, it lasts like eternity,
Days, so hard to keep track.
What if time could go in reverse?
Would you practice that line you didn't rehearse?
Ace that test with operations inverse?
Present that speech right when last time you cracked?
How I wish time could go fast,
How I wish I could return to the past.
Why can't the good moments in life last?
Live life now, don't look back.Time2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

ThreadsOnce upon a time
You begged
For me to never
Cut these threads.

But you got bored
And I was floored
To find
You've severed them instead.

I thought
That I would be distraught
To see the day
We hadn't spoken.

But here we are,
It quite bizarre.
But I'm relieved
These threads are broken.Threads2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Red-Eyed EgoOn a dying tree, in a forest of lush,
sat a lone crow, whose red eyes
scanned every stone, branch and bush
in that vast land.
The wind picked up, carrying the leaves
that had fallen from that tree,
which the crow strongly believed
was her only home.
It needed not a single leaf, nor
a shred of life, for all it needed
was to stand, to help the crow explore
and see everything that surrounded her.
She required no love, nor a single friend,
so long as her tree stood tall
in that forest, until the end -
all she wanted was the sight.
With her piercing eyes, that crow saw
everything that could be seen -
she saw every virtue and every flaw
that existRed-Eyed Ego1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

ControlBreathe,
Perceive
And twist the world
Around your broken fingers.
Ache
And take
The lead unfurled
To mend what falsely lingers.
Mock
The clock
To bend the curls.
They'll cease to tease you, eager.

Lies
Disguise
That which breaks you
So they won't suspect a thing.
Tend;
Append
The clash of hues
To their pretty, lifeless sting.
Tense
Defense
For you've no clue
Who will bring your suffering.Control1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Thou Sayest Unto MeThou sayest unto me with might,
“Keep but the High One in thy sight.
Of gold and riches take thee none,
Or whither in the heat of sun.

“Feed not mine Name unto the fowl.
Come Sabbath lift not hoe nor trowel.
Unto thy elders take thee heart.
Guide not thy hand to soul impart.

“Adulterous desires confine.
Thy neighbor’s pearl discern from thine.
Tear out thy brash deceiving tongue.
Envious eyes by thread be strung.”

But wake or sleep I suffocate.
Through endless days myself I hate.
Human nature yolketh me snug,
Thy Word far from the pit I dug.

Yet as hope dissipateth swift,
Sweet hands graspeth my soul adrift.Thou Sayest Unto Me1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Spoils of ExistenceMy intent, is to wring dry our earth
Wallow in the spoils of existence
Ages beyond my birth

Tender yearnings
Plummet in bushels far and wide
Rife with hunger I pray their storm does not subside

With an autumn solstice in mind
I rummage through its orchard
Treasuring, every humble relic I find

Over the rails
Is where I deal in rage
Aligned with intrigue, and the plunder on every page

Dimly lit rendezvous wilt and decay
When gleaming, streaming insight falls
I coil and softly prayThe Spoils of Existence3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

LovelikeI love you
Like the midnight moon
Loves the drifting fog
It loves the howls
Of crying wolves
Across the haunted bog

I love you
Like the thoughtful rose
Loves the lonely grave
It loves to lull
The dearly passed,
For life they cannot crave

I love you
Like the hanging bat
Loves the belfry’s reach
It loves the hymns
Of hallowed chants
Where congregations preach

I love you
Like the willow tree
Loves its weeping moss
It loves to draw
From earthen tears
And mourns its distant loss

I love you
Like the flowing ink
Loves the quill from crow
It loves these words
I penned to you—
Without, you wouldn’t know.Lovelike3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Black WingsDon’t be misguided
By what you see.
There’s a darkness in me
That wants to be free.
Yes, I’m caring
And yes, I’m kind
But you’ll be surprised
By what you find.
The All-American boy
So sweet and tender
Dreams of swapping spit
With either gender.
The calm voice
And endearing smile
Hide a sinful nature
Masochistic and vile.
Between eloquence and vulgarity
My tongue is split.
So if one line sounds
Like it just doesn’t fit,
It can’t be helped, really –
You’ll have to accept
The fact that my word choice
Isn’t so perfect.
Only my music
betrays the truth:
The punk rock anthems
Of a tBlack Wings1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

HoneyLet's skip straight to the exciting night
Holding handfuls of honey drips,
Hold them tight.

This is our prime to practice the lines
We will steal later on
When the time is right.

But inside I struggle a saddening fight.
If you must wear a veil
Then that only means
What you're doing 'aint right.

And honey I'm
Not stupid.

These belong to the bees
So I free these drips
Back into the trees,

If you don't mean your words then don't say them to me. Honey2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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