Is not nostalgia bitter-sweet;
sentimental like my quivering beam?
When your spheres filter the creases
and cracks
to find a perfectly untainted picture
crafted by endearment's ink
only to be diluted by tears
and dirtied by crimson prints
and drowned in bleach.
Can we varnish the craters of our love
and build a palace from sand?
Will you forgive me for my merciless flaws
and excuse a slip
every once in a while
or every moment in a minute
for my compassion, I promise,
will forever outweigh
the drag of my doubts.
Or is it about time
that I discard my illusion on paper?
I am her tool
Her armor
My existence in it's entirety is solely based on protecting her who to me is god-like
She is my deity
I am her shield
Her protection and well-being is my life's mission regardless of the dangers brought to me
She is my legacy
I am her sword
Frenzied attacks of Herculean strength and tempest speed ending with a swift death are all that await those who attempt to bring harm to her
She is my alpha and omega
My moon and stars
My everything
And to ensure that this world's repulsive and degenerate ways fail to corrupt her pure and untarnished innocence
I her protecter
Her flawless champion will then
take her life
Two years
The finite end to something
That should have been infinite
Two years
A mere one tenth of my life
Spent with happiness
With every day the percentage was supposed to grow.
But now with every passing day,
The fraction dwindles away
Getting ever smaller and smaller
Till the amount of time spent in misery
eclipses the happiness completely
However, I could end it now
and keep my one tenth
Keep you close forever
If only in my grave
That's All Folks! (ABC) by AussieDidge, literature
Literature
That's All Folks! (ABC)
That's All Folks, by David Nicholas
Avery long time gone, I ‘member back a while
Bugs Bunny and his brethren; how they made me smile
Creative toons and classic tunes, combined with class
Delivered with distinct depth, plus great balls of brass
Each director excelled, when hitting funny bones
From mad man McKimson, to the legend Chuck Jones
Galling to ignore Stalling, for music made the mirth
He punned with pentatonic, proved penchant of worth
In this world left bleeding, by bullets and by bigots
Junkets of jokes flowed, like water from your spigots
Kicked off the Golden Age, as new standard bearer
Leaving Looney legacies, that shall j
A Way with Words, by David Nicholas
ABCs, an anarchy, from A through to Z
Ballads tell tales in song, with rhyming decree
Cinquains came from Crapsey, composed of a crawl
Dirges lament loss, with the Reaper’s bell call
Epics get serious, with hero’s storied deeds
Free verse is where rhyme, and meter recede
Ghazals go global, the flavour from Urdu
Haikus from Japan, they make marvellous stew!
Iliad; the account between soldier and king
Journals aren’t poems; but more personal things
Kennings riddle readers, with metaphor pairs
Limericks let us laugh with lively, lowbrow fare
Madrigals mix melody, with power of voice
Narra
Indeed you managed to sprout from concrete,
But at your own cost.
Each joyous day success is gained
In spite of all that you've lost.
As you gradually continue to grow
Minus all the shiny medals
Please find it in your heart
To embrace your damaged petals.
As society tries to detach your stems
Don't ever let them break you.
Through good and bad the haters hate
But they played no role to make you.
Remember no matter what they claim
If you can dream you can fly.
So raise your petals; spread your wings.
Fly beyond the stars, deep into the sky.
I Will Always Be A Masterpiece by SeeNoEvil-FearNoPain, literature
Literature
I Will Always Be A Masterpiece
My walls are crumbling, plaster falling off in fragments
The air inside is choking, long past being stagnant
How can you call me home when you cracked my foundation
Shattered all my windows and set fire to the insulation
If this is what home means to you, I don't know how to assist
You scorched everything joyful, no longer a place to reminisce
The decay and rot has already eaten through all of the floors
Looking just as poor as the creaking doors you never bothered to oil
The running water and electricity have long been shut off
So much of your hate and broken promises stain my walls
All my locks have been picked and broken into
And severa
My land is burning once again
for gold and god it is weeps in pain
and as I gaze at what remains
I ask myself: what have they gained?
Fathers lost and brothers dead
corpses laced with burning lead.
And, as the same old path we tread,
the coming future I do dread.
Why do they fight? "For land and god!"
they answer me with flame and rod
and I find it mighty odd
as our land is drenched in their spilled blood.
What god allowes this decadence
that tears the land with ashen lance?
I ask the soldiers, so entranced
that on the brink of madness dance.
They answer me, they give a name
"Our god gives glory! Brings us fame!
The heathens are the o