The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes.
Yet I feel so alive.
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite,
As if a searing reminder
That I'll be alright.
I couldn't resist the fiery urge
As I left this, ice cold world..
The hot coals became my host
And lava errupted through my veins.
I just couldn't quit gazing
At the flickering flames..
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see
As I saw myself falling
And as I really listened
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive.
Be aware, you must know
That I, well..
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes.
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
Come closer, closer..
I let my flames spew.
What happened to me
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two..
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap
Yourself with me
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go.
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
The shadow calls out a warning heed
Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away!
Don't hold a gaze
Into the burning dead flames.
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies
I want to here with me through the night
My heart yearns into your soul
Burning as if newly lit coal
I bravely submerg the embers
That the time I have can be spent with you
And I remember each kiss every moment
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember
So what happened was a chance for your love
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss
I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss
I lay silient in an umber
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013
You think you’ve gone just far enough,
I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again
You think you were careful but,
I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form
You think you can find a way into my good graces
I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume
You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents
You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win
Don’t underestimate me
You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing
You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down
My eyes took too long to adjust
Better late than never
It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours
My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep
Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet
Then I thought about the mess it would make
I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own
I was not weak, but I had a weakness
A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care
Now my heart is a stone so heavy
I could kill at least two birds at once
Being the nice guy is a thing of the past
Thanks for freeing me of that softness
You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things
When really I had just been swallowing razor blades
Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong
Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you
If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run
Your gonna be the one with tired feet
I’m not sad anymore
Just sick with the plague of your lies
Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss
Even angels can make themselves wicked
When we do, we take no prisoners
Still think I’m a game
This one is just beginning
Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013
Snakes came upon the garden bhour
waiting for the family for an hour
a long journey was faced
a curse shall be placed
upon the house in the desolate side of town
its getting closer to sun down
darkness was all around
blood started pouring from the snakes' eyes
until one dies
the house became a torcher chamber
there was demons and ghosts surrounding the house
as if someone was a mouse
it was odd that it was the Sabbath
the demons murdered all the family in the house
a note from hell was placed upon the door
written in the blood of a whore
the letter unleashed goblins and ghouls
and other horrors that no mortal has ever seen before
they started killing each other and drinking their blood
darkness crowds the old shed
an evil witch formed in the shed cursing the ghost out
then a tornado came and sucked the evil out
and now the town is in peace again
Or is it...
Songs from hell started playing from the sky
a thunderstorm began to emerge
was this the end
or something far worse
could it be that the devil himself was taking over our planet
the sea started to rise
serial killers roam free, terrorist bomb the U.S., and pollution
death oh glorious death is all over our little earth
aliens come from above
killing people and ripping their hearts out
and for what?
So that the government can make money?
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015
From deep within a silence grows
Vastly spreading, yet no one knows
No one knows of what's to come
The Feeling is sudden, then it's done.
Often with pain, fits of sorrow
The Feeling leaves nothing, not even a morrow
With much haste, take one last breath
We all succumb to The Feeling of Death.
Copyright © Don Davidson | Year Posted 2013
I've allowed that burning boat to float off without me
Rarely ever thinking about dissipating the flames,
As it is hardly worth the time and effort.
There wasn't much of a future with that situation.
No matter the attempts
No matter the appeal
It was all for naught
The only thing I worry about now
Is looking back at the Flames
And hoping I am not entranced
By their Dancing Light
Copyright © Epi C. A Phoenix Writer | Year Posted 2013
Science and fiction can’t go hand in hand
Today, I feel tomorrow’s end
Beauty, wealth and stealth offend
My wild nature dreaming,
I see the planets
And the stars, moon
Through fake eyes
The sky is wet, and so are my eyes
When morning hopes are beautiful
Summer springs call winter blues,
I sit by the window
And think to myself,
Scarlet hearts weep,
But I am
Today was passion, yesterday love
Guilty would smile from far above,
Fate and time would be confined
As my words would define
All I ever sought,
The life I see
Life I want,
~~For the contest 'A Journey Back In Time'~~
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2010
You'll see that in time
When the skies fade to gray
I'll be seeing you
When you squirm away
You'll be writhing back one day
Because you're on a rope
Attached to your neck
Attached to my feet
Got nowhere to go
Got nothing to see
Come back to me
Sit on the steps
In the alley alongside
My contortionist brain
Take off your slippers
Off with your berry beret
Take off your witchy attitude
It will all be OK
You were under my spell
Listen to what I don't say
Nothing will be this way
As the sky fades to gray
All goes away
All goes away
Copyright © Christian Fuller | Year Posted 2016
My heart is beating once again!
Call Archimedes from his grave so we may celebrate!
Eureka! I found it again!
My heart’s pain has gone away!
My life’s darkness has lifted away!
Stark in the middle of the wilderness I have regained the way!
Oh! How beautiful it is to see and feel me back on my way!
Eureka! I found it again!
Call Archimedes from his grave so we may celebrate again!
Writing literature in my dreams,
While praying for success in my sleep!
Writing poems in my head while strolling ahead!
Painting masterpieces in my head while bathing at midday!
Seeing tomorrow today while it’s still too much work away!
Oh! How beautiful it is to see and feel me back on my way!
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
It overwhelms us
Passion is impulsive and possessing
Passion is reckless, yet it's benevolent at the same time
When passion ripens like sweet fruit it's love; but, when it's like bitter poison it's hate
Between love and hate
There appears to be a big difference
But, there's no difference they're the same in every single way
The method in the way that they're used is what makes the feign contrast seem to exist
Passion is a thriving garden
That is flourishing with life and beauty that is ambient
Passion is a cemetery
Filled with agony and covered in dried roses and briars
It will consume us
Will it make us vulnerable or weak?
How will we use our medium passion; will it be belligerent or peaceful?
Love and hate is a part of something we don't understand, will it kill or save us?
Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2014
Power of Love
In order to experience this Realm fully,
BE well adjusted and fell daily.
Time did not exist, flowed freely
Like a vast of cloud moves as One into other dimension
Now I am able to explain the space delineation
Swirling with grace of serene vibration
Copyright © Edz Roxas | Year Posted 2015
Come here, I say, come closer
Let me tell you 'bout a tale
You're young, you can learn from this
So be sure to listen well
A gathered clan of kinsmen
I'd say the number equaled twelve
Each one found a higher calling
Forged by the Good Shepherd Himself
He brought these men together
They broke bread, then shared a pact
Nothing happens to the Master
Or one of us must spring to act
That day came as expected
He was charged with several crimes
The least brave of the twelve
Knocked on the door, knocked several times
They took Him, Roman soldiers
What do we do? I am afraid
By the time someone took action
He was deep within the grave
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
According will of wondrous will
The realm of passion ousts my real,
Like bark that's broken with the wave,
That one who found on sand its grave.
Let tide caresses lonely frame,
The cripple won't accept deceit,
It knows, it's weak, it knows, it's lame
Pretending that it sleeps, it's split;
Nobody will entrust to hull
himself or cargo anymore,
It's free, it's useless and it's dull,
It's dead, it's resting on the shore.
P.S. This is my translation of poem of Mikhail Lermontov.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
Out of the clay
In new breath of life
Beneath this weeping willow my soul rested
Motionless as a statue
Forever stuck in place
Out of the tar pits
Dirty unclean by your eyes
Who will save me now?
My life molded out of clay
In vain I shaped my own image
Made my own ways
40 yrs in the desert
Thirsty for a cool sip
But water is not found
Out here in the dryness of this hollow grave
I been stranded alone on an island
The island of misfit toys
But here I sit alone
Unwanted by the unwanted
A loveless soul
Is never what I wanted
But here I rot
Will you join me?
Shall I save you a spot?
In my final resting place
Staring at the sun
Till my eyes burn
Blinded by the light
So that I may not see my fate
Living careless was my misfortune
My one mistake
Weeping eyes cry
A dead man soul dies
No loose ends
Said all my good byes
But a muted voice goes unheard
Curtains close tonight
This is the end..
Copyright © Honcho Mars | Year Posted 2014
In the blackest hour
of the blackest night
that the world had ever seen
I went forth among the tombs
for a walk among the dead
Pitch black stillness wrapped the earth
Not a star to mar the coal black above
I went forth in trembling fear
Seeking the tomb of my one true love
We had sworn no force below the earth
Or powerful God above
Could separate us, or still our hearts
So strong was our true love
Fortified by strong emotion
that no wind or sea or ocean
Could halt my steps or motion
I would find my love, my notion
To prove my heart's devotion
No angels above
Or demons below
though they met at the junction
of my dreams
Would slow my step
Into a world I had to know
On that night so dark
near her grave so stark
The stone so cold and grey
My voiceless heart called out to her
It's words had much to say
Unblemished love we'd sworn would last
No death could rip asunder
Alone I felt besides her tomb
A sudden distant sound of thunder
The lightning streaked, it hit the ground
A cracknow, in the shattered earth
A mist so grey and vaporous
Shook me for all that I was worth
The ground, it shifted
Sounds of plaintive groans
The dead were restless that night
Among the cold grey stones
At her grave I shuddered sharp
My heart began to race
For at her tomb I now could see
My sweet love's saddened face
All about me then the spirits rose
There misty forms imploring
How they were so long forgotten
Though their souls were still enduring
For the dead danced that night
In the blackest hour then
I was rooted to the spot, beyond all sense of fright
I know not what next did happen
For I awoke on sheets of satin
The dancing bones in my mind
My love long gone back to her eternal rest
Someday soon I'll surely join them
No longer just a guess.
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007
I will not bow
I refuse to worship
This is my life, and mine alone
You are not my King,
You do not dictate my life
With this gift I will do good, not hand it to a parasite
You are no King
A King does not rule with cruelty and malice
A King serves his subjects as they serve him
No crown has power over me
You can have all the gold on your head
And still you wouldn't be able to touch me
I am a warrior of justice
I follow no one
Kneel for none
I hold this fire inside my heart
And with this burning passion
I'll set the world aflame
Purge the land from parasites
You are not my King
You are not even a King at all
I do not bow for you
I do not pity your fall
But I'll set fire to your grave
Once the crown falls to the ground
Copyright © Javier Garza | Year Posted 2016
In unthinkable death how do you carry
An intimate dialogue with death
Fearless, undaunted .
I admire your grit.
One thin blade, one silken noose
but you want to face the bullet
straight in your heart.
The death should come instantly, because you
want to be witness, your head falling with
Why did you chase death
whistling on the beach,
taunting the eccentric sky
like muted revenge.
The grave will be too small for you
Your legs sticking out.
Lime burning your eyes.
Turning back the grave diggers may
not like to face your moved earth !
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008