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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

From Darkness To Stardom

Every child is born into this world crying,
Little did this poor child know, tears would fall for the rest of her life.
Born into a world of abuse, heartache and pain,
With a drug addict, alcoholic abusive father and a heartless mother.
Every day was the same, left alone with only silence and darkness,
Dirty clothes, little to eat with every cry for help resulting in violence.
How could her eyes see any happiness when they had run dry?
How could she smile with cut lips and a bruised body?
At 7, her mother died from a lethal overdose of alcohol and drugs,
However, the abuse got worse as she became her father’s new toy.
Poor little girl, an object of carnal gratification and her innocence stolen,
By a man who was responsible for her protection and well being.
The effects of a dark and destructive childhood destroyed her confidence,
With low self esteem and no social skills, they mocked her in school.
Little did they know about the struggles in her life and the pain she was going through,
Bruised and abused, having to make her own lunch with no help from a pathetic father,
This was her daily routine- even hell would have been a more peaceful place for her.
But, little did the world know the girl had a hidden talent,
The voice of an angel and the mind of a creative poet.
At night when she sang, the stars glowed to her beautiful lullaby,
The ink of her pen was like blood rushing from her veins to create magical lyrics.
Music and poetry was her escape from a life of cruelty and rejection,
Her talent was hidden, so no one could help her reach her potential.
As the girl grew, her abuse never stopped, there seemed no end,
With constant memories of painful yesterdays and a childhood lost.

She used her incessant pains and struggles to enhance her music,
Writing hours upon hours of poetry and songs, self-teaching brilliance…
Deep inside she yearned for someone to understand her, to see her…
If not, but one, she would she be wholly satisfied

Many nights she would find herself crying uncontrollably, 
The darkness of the room enveloping her every being
She could see the past in her mind’s eye and be reminded of the sick present
She began to hate her father, and every brat at her school
She cursed death and life alike, and envied her mother’s eternal sleep
Everyone who spit their insult, everyone who remained silent and apathetic,
She hated them with a passion so self-destructive, it burned her raw scars...
Teaching herself to hold it in, so that on paper she could create masterpieces
And prove all of the monsters around her wrong…
In silence, she recalled the worst memories to shame further her reality.
A part of her knew that she was incredibly talented,
Though the darkness often blinded her with guilt
She felt that she did not deserve even a voice,
Her writings were but a sick reminder of demons she could never conquer
Shivering in the cold, her skin dirty and dry,
Ugly…ugly…was the only word she could live by

One night, she contemplated taking her life…
She vowed all of her suffering would meet a greater purpose,
Beyond the grave…beyond fear of hell beneath
She was dirt after all, like the kids always told her
How much worse could it be, facing the flames she was born in?
She threw the kitchen knife down and looked up at the stars above
Even Death would reject her, she knew…
In acceptance, she acknowledged her ugliness and became a stunning underdog
Rebellion sifted through her veins and her strength brought fear to her father
Bullies looked at her as if she was the devil himself
No one could tell her what to do anymore,
And nobody would ever understand her
Though that was okay…
Because that is all she ever knew

Ten years later, the rotten roller coaster continued
Though a fateful night of circumstance had led her right on the stage
Men were mesmerized by her fierceness and apathy
Not being able to grasp each significant line layered in truth
She showed none mercy as she slayed ruthless chords of wonder
Her voice rang angelically, mixed with the fires and tears of her life
Echoing beyond the grave of cold Death… beyond what was wrong or right
It was her silence that stunned the audience the most
Those eyes, having seen so much…felt so much…hid so much…
That cut mouth, with the eternal dry trickle of a bitter tear
The world was not prepared for her intolerable genius,
Just as she was not prepared for their astonished applaud…

-A collaboration by The Silent One and I : )

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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SOS from the Dream

Life is a litter of examples, and I must be true
My sister made it through school and I can too
The best example is my own flesh and blood
She was born in the struggle, she grew in the mud

My mama keeps selling me her only dream
Education is the key, child, it is her theme
So my probity is to be the best in school
The proof of my dignity is that I’m no fool.

I know violence destroys hopes and careers
I study, but can’t concentrate, neither my peers
Police cars screaming, gun shots in our ears
The violence is mounting and so are my fears

I reflect, I think back, what they did with pen
And ink, they did achieve, but now we descend
And stand at the brink. Dr. King was our friend,
Our hero, our leader, a good example to men

He walked through the bitter darkness, bold
He was undaunted, he led families and fold
Across the bridge of peace, it was no breeze
Let us be united and continue the legacy, please

Let us be like Dr. King, Rosa Parks and Ghandi
Let us be understanding, rise in dignity
Forget the color, it’d not race, not black and white
It is coming together to do what is right

Stop the violence, the hate, the destruction
Of the mind, the crucifying of our ambition
The overthrowing of our leaders and history
They paved a way, a way we can be free.

I want to live in comfort without hostility
I want to claim the prize and keep the legacy
I want my education; I am tired of the policy
That binds me politically to impotency

O we are losing our kids without making a sound
We are falling apart being politically bound
I ask myself what can I do, O what can I do
I am praying to God the dream will come through   

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Peace or War

The sound of blasts are heard all over,
The child with his innocent eyes, sees...
The wide range of people massacred,
He wonders, where is the peace... 

The child overlooks the broken city,
hoping to catch a single gleam...
An innocent child holding her doll,
Why are they shattering my dream...?

A baby laughs, when the angels sing,
But woe to the Enemies!
This baby cries when its mother is killed,
Why does it have tears instead of smiles..?

Why is there war, when there can be peace,
Why so much hatred , when there can be love?
Why do people kill one another,
When there can fly a peaceful white dove??

Copyright © Afnan Hafiz | Year Posted 2015

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Don't Fall

~Don’t Fall ~

Yet another restless night
Bad dreams every other hour
I turn on the light hoping 
It will calm me down 
Yet it takes me back in time
And there he stands
Like a shadow in the night 
Naked as can be 
Laughing an evil laugh
As he says to me
Mio Piccola Puttana
I can’t let him get to me
So please teardrops

~Don’t Fall~

I look into the mirror
I see that pasty skin
Paired with double chins
I think to myself starving won’t Even get the fat off
Fast enough
I feel so defeated yet still
I tell myself 
Teardrops

~Don’t Fall~

Looking for a way out
I feel like I am stuck inside my Past
Reliving every moment
One after another
It feels like it is happening all over Again
I feel the tears in my eyes so I say
Teardrops please

~Don’t Fall~

Now I can see him in the faces of Strangers
I feel so alone and out of place
I still force myself to get up each Day
Even though I want to hide 
It is such a struggle 
Day after day
And to add to the pain 
I have to make sure those
Tears 

~Don’t Fall~

If you touch me I might break
If you are hear to see me 
Please don’t hurt me 
That I wouldn’t be able to take
Know that I am like a dam ready To break
So if you were to hug me 
Hold my hand or touch me 
In any other comforting way
This dam may break 
And there won’t be any telling 
The tears 

~Don’t Fall~

Copyright © Jeanna York | Year Posted 2013

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Wives with Knives

Through and through though more to do-
A thousand thoughts to misconstrue!
Too long I've waited, too sad and sedated
To live a lie I declare is true...
And so it seems that in my dreams
I bathe myself in Moonlight beams
That light the night, turn black to white
And will slit my throat at any means!

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Living in a narrow world

In the narrow world of your dream home
I’m a suspicious and a cryptic man
Thoughts and feelings born in my mind
How could I plainly explain to whom you doesn’t listen

Your concrete hopes burst neither reasonable reason
My abstract dreams sway in humanity means
A center to meet together disturbs traumatic ignorance
How would find our desires to fulfill at the key lost entrance

I never oppose you to sink in your world you wish to do so
You never bear my abstract world that fight for better so
Since I live in your frame, I’m a prisoner of suffer so
The great wall that is built, blindly life, I suppose so

Mistrust grows and conflict hurts forever we realized
Disgust studs, space arrest us time not allowed
Revenge in darkness behaves hands with bomb aimed
Cuffs in hands of hearts in moral cry that never hoped

Udaya R. Tennakoon

Copyright © Udaya R. Tennakoon | Year Posted 2014

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A Vision

To dream,
Such dreams.
Such pain foretold.
Women of old,
As fears unfold.
Burning, cracking, the earth splits apart.
Warning, oh warning of my poor breaking heart. 
Losing love as it fades into black,
Splitting the earth with fiery cracks.
The starless sky, filled with ash,
For magma bursts through a glowing red gash.
Such fear, unknown, what are you saying.
Please I need to know what the future doth hold, I’m begging, I’m praying.
Am I decaying?
Such dreams,
To dream.
No more, let me sleep.

Copyright © shawnee doling-tye | Year Posted 2013

Details | Etheree | |

Two Lenses


Gas balloon was the thing I longed to buy in my childhood days. Because it could fly high in the sky taking my wishes with it to the height I'd never reach. Expedition to the world of unknown... Now, gas balloons can not enthral my mind Because, I know, how it feels at height Fears crept in to eat my dreams Terrors haunt my peaceful soul Now, I know flying is not that easy; what I used to think in my dream-filled childhood days. 26.02.16 I have used Etheree and Reverse Etheree.

Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Shadow Watcher

It always happened on a Monday
Sudden sleep paralysis,sudden lucid dreaming
His paralyzed frame in its throes of sleep
Discarded
The man suddenly free to roam the midnight
He always dressed the part
A red velvet shirt, favourite fedora,
Shiny black shoes, shiny like Monday mirrors
His dream in surreal black shine
And a trench coat for the cold night
Slung loose over his loosed soul

Floating out through his locked door
He always bumped into his cat
Fast asleep in his hallway
Heading out, the neighbours VW beetle 
Parked badly always
The neighbours were always midnight hollering
His loneliness of midnight always calling

He was always drawn to that lone street corner
Where he watched her from the shadow of souls
Where she always stood as if waiting for something
In awkward red heels, a tight micro mini dress
Blowing bubble gum bubbles and cigarette smoke bubbles
A skilled blower of bubbles, blown like the dreams
She had once known
She worked a hard hustle, of brief love muscles,
For men in cars of muscle, brief interludes for brief bread
For rolled up dolls of Mary Jane
That took off the edge and numbed the pain
She felt like a dolled up rolled up Mary Jane
Used for some brief high, then snuffed.
Maybe she should try some meth
Or maybe some stronger pain
He always saw the pain, broken, glassy eyed,
A scarred pretty made up doll face
A stranger in a strange corner
In a strange city like a rat cornered

A strange man always  approached 
In shiny glassy black shoes, a trench coat
And a shirt of velvet red,
And dressed in the darkness of midnight,
Of lonely sleepless nights, 
Of chills of a lonely Monday night

There was always a brief haggle
   "Honey I'll give you all the lovin' you want, 
   Just don't be too little,
   A girl has many needs you know", 
As she winked between bubble gum bubbles
The strange man would always laugh
And hold her by the waist, 
He owned her  for the moment, 
As he led her to the nightly lodging

The shadow watcher watched the two,
And then followed within the shadows of souls, 
Taking in the midnight stench
To the nightly lodging of eternal longings
As the strange man led her to his musty room,  
Which was always to a corner room, a corner cubicle prison, 
A nightly cell for the nocturnal sojourner

He followed them, stomach knotting and churning, 
Full of fearful trepidation, 
There was a sudden chilling cold in this hells hallway
When first came her shrill screaming
A soul crying out to the shadow
Hiding in the shadow of souls
The stranger, eyes gleaming like the devil
Like a serpent stalking a cornered rat
Then the blows, like fangs striking flesh

A torn micro mini dress, busted bubble gum bubbles,
A Mary Jane doll suddenly snuffed, this was stronger pain,
And there was no meth to take off the edge, 
The strange man was not here to snuggle

The shadow watcher would always scream
From the closet of souls and shadows
The rat would suddenly be startled, and bolt
The strange serpent would be puzzled
And left in a cage of flummox, 
His meal to hell denied

The shadow watchers soul in micro seconds
Suddenly fled to his paralyzed frame
Back to his bed
As he woke from his velvet dream
Dressed in a black trench coat 
And a red velvet shirt
Bathed in musty sweat
Holding a piece of torn micro mini dress 
And drenched in the blood of Mary Jane

Copyright © Marugu MO | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Nightmare

Blood stained eyes 
Gaze upon innocents sleeping form, 
Malevolent intent 
Spoils the promise of blissful slumber 

Beauty immeasurable, 
As naive eyes twitch with dreams 
Of purity and grace

Seething abhorrence 
Guides twisted hands 
Towards violent deeds

Warm sweet breath 
Exhales from un-kissed lips, 
Wet with remembrance and anticipation 
Of life’s wonders yet to be lived

Horror screams 
From now waken eyes, 
As an incestuous destruction 
Of one’s self is committed

And the very soul of god 
Is ripped from the now ruined vessel
Of what was once, 
Innocent’s sleeping form.

Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014