I'm sitting in my four walled room
They're closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you
LegendIn its shadow burns a memory,
Distant and nearly forgotten.
And every loss, every body to bury,
Our cities now lost; dead and rotten.
And yet it burns, this gilded memory,
Kindling the flames of conflict and love.
Reaching across the distant century,
The ire of War bears down from above.
Across the stars our destiny lies.
Through the dark below, amongst wolves.
We've finally awoken to darkened skies,
As thunder cracks from falling hooves.
FacesVoices in the dark, calling my name.
Rising like cricket song, burning like a flame.
Can't you hear them? Their ill-gotten song,
Born from souls of malice, pushing me along.
Every step echoes, down this dreary hall.
Painted faces frown, from perches on the wall.
I can't see their faces, watching through the night,
Just beyond the hedges, always out of sight.
Bolts of light flash, from every passing car.
The chorus is growing, I know they can't be far.
Laying on the ground by a cold, blackened fire
A broken, souless corpse; a victim of their ire.
As the sun begins to rise, the sky burns bloody red.
Pushing away this feeling of dark, swirling dread.
But as I make my leave, I fear for my life,
Staring back from the mirror, my face and bloody knife.
DreamingDream with me, if only for a while,
Of sunlight, dancing naked in the breeze
Or mourning flowers, searching for their smile.
Dream with me, if only you would, please.
I'm sorry I wasn't there at the end,
As you slipped away in that hospital bed.
And I'd give everything just to spend
One last hour, to take back what I said.
That light is coming, I hear it in their cries
Burning like a sunset, so warm and bright.
I see every memory pouring from their eyes.
So please dream with me, if for only one last night.
Yellow RibbonsI carry a ribbon in my pocket for those who can't stand tall,
For those sitting in the rain just waiting for the fall.
I carry with me a lifeline to help drag you back to shore
All I need from you is to give your faith once more.
As you wipe away your tears with a bottle and a cup
The world becomes a blur so you can't tell which way is up.
And as you leave your feet, the world seems so small
And every word you say is a battle, one against all.
You had your hopes and dreams now their bitter and old,
And the warmth you felt inside is now dead and cold.
The gleam of indifferent steel, as you contemplate suicide
Just know I'm here beside you with hope our hearts collide.
I carry in my hand a flower so stark and milky white.
Tears so cold and lonely help to pass away the night.
Upon the ground I place, this flower on your grave,
If only we could have known, this life we should have saved.
LullabyCan you write me a lullaby to sing me to sleep?
I'll wait in blissful silence, not making a preep.
It'll start off slow and crescendo through the night,
And end after daybreak, as we watch the morning light.
We'll dance in our dreams, as the notes carry us along,
Merrily we'll lift our voices, drunk on another love song.
But when the morning comes the night ends,
And the parting of those dear old friends.
With every step your mind quakes,
And with every beat your heart aches.
And the melody starts coming on strong,
And you can't help to hum along.
Can you write me a lullaby?
So I'll remember you when we say goodbye.
Now wipe those tears from those dreary eyes,
And smile for me, as the sun begins to rise.
Words UnsaidSilent like a long goodbye,
Lonely like the darkest night,
Empty as the years gone by,
Drinking dreams till morning light.
These words ring inside my head,
Like church bells for the unsung.
And from my pen, these words bled
To find a grave on my tounge.
A note sits on my dresser,
Yellowed from the march of time.
Its lines are my confessor
To you-- it's my only crime.
EnigmaAs I peer through the darkness, you are the light
Like a fire that stretches towards the sky.
You're always out of reach, but in my sight
I'll never stop trying till the day I die.
You're something like an enigma my dear
One that someday I hope to solve.
And through eyes clouded, now clear
I begin anew, with strengthened resolve.
Snapshot Story: BetrayalThe burning light of the street lights pushes back the entrenched darkness that lay over the radiant beauty of the flower garden. A warm summer breeze blows, causing the flowers to dance. Two women walk through the well-worn path between two large rose bushes. The further they walk the more animated and tense their voices become.
“Damn it Amelia, you just don’t get it do you!” The shorter woman yells her face flush with anger. Her dark hair bobbing as she throws her head about. “What did you expect Emmy? Was I just supposed to let you go wild?!” Amelia yells back. “I’m not a child anymore, stop calling me ‘Emmy’,” Amelia lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Emily, you’re my kid sister, I got to…” “No, you don’t,” Emily yells tears welling up in her eyes. Off in the distance, a clap of thunder echoes.
The two women stand in silence, glaring at each other. “Come on let’s head back
The Swinging GirlAnother summer has come and gone, and a cold autumn wind blows across the silent, windswept field. In the field stands an old, weathered oak. The silent sentry grimaces as it is battered by the cold winds. Several of the leaves fall as the oak readies for a winter slumber. From the tangle of branches hangs an old wooden swing. A young girl sits in silence as she watches the crimson sun fade behind the distant mountains. In the distance, her mother watches from the kitchen of the small cottage that dots the landscape.
Beside the tree sits a tombstone; a small mound of fresh dirt lies beside it. The harsh winds die down as her mother calls out. “Come in dear, it’s time to go,” The girl slowly raises, her head hanging low. As she moves past the swing, it begins to move. Hearing the creaking branches, the girl turns back once, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
As she walks back, the sun gives a final wink before fading into twilight. A gentle breeze plays with the e
Sonnet XXIX: An endingThe world bent towards the end I would have written
then like a harp-string snapped—the twisted threads
unwound, and all sprung back to what we had been
now I am gutted—and you, I think, are dead.
What use are harps when vaunting horns of silver
proclaim the world has ended; what for me
is left amongst the ruin and raging rivers
of blood and ash, and every tie cut free?
And yet—when your song wound through empty halls
and through your melodies all was reclaimed
I loved it then; that strain; its dying fall--
but tunes are lost, and only words remain.
Yes, only words remain. I cannot write
the wonder in your song—the world alight.
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Nazi Zombies - The PoemDeep in the lab,
Of Group 935.
Dr. Maxis and Samantha are no longer alive.
Samantha's dog, Fluffy.
Is now a Hellhound.
You can see her offspring every few rounds.
Richtofen, Dempsey, Nikolai, and Takeo.
Now fight the zombies Maxis created.
None of them knew the horrors that awaited.
Are just tortured souls.
Forced to carry out Samantha's revengeful goals.
Is just about everywhere.
From the heart of the zombies, to that damn Teddy Bear.
There is no end in sight.
You will have no choice but to stand there and fight.
But soon you will find,
Before your teammate's been mended.
You turn your back and the game has just ended.
KeldeoTo protect against the weak and bullied
And use his knowledge and skills he studied
He is raised and trained by the Three Musketeers
To be worthy of a power that many would commandeer
The horn like a sharpened sword protrudes from his head
And his proud face brightened by his mane, a mighty red
Ocean-blue fur flowing softly in the misty cold breeze
He has a friendly look that brings those around him at ease
Harder and harder, practicing and training with all his might
He must perfect the moves, the skills, until it is just right
How hard must he endure and overcome to gain the Secret Sword?
With strength, honor, and dignity- a perfectly played chord
Be warned, there are enemies lurking here and there
They desire his power for their own, to fight and scare
And yet the Fourth Sword knows this and does his best
To beat them all and put his skills to the test
World EaterWalking through this giant hall,
Drawn to the end in fright.
This is the journey to your fall,
Across the room, a distant light.
You bow to it, to him, to her,
Your master out of time.
Flying from it's shard-like lair,
Up to the stratosphere you climb.
The world is burning, fires glow
On blackened, furrowed grounds.
You fly on wings of death, a crow,
The herald of the doomsday's hounds.
The planetside is ripped in two,
The madman-legions marching.
Your victory and doom is due,
The cosmos in contortion arching.
The sounds of war becoming still,
Just silence and the wind.
You stand alone atop this hill,
A shadowblade, a human's hint.
Before your feet, a lifeless thing,
A thing that you once loved;
Fallen to your raven wing,
Between the gears of battle shoved.
Nothingness, just barren land,
Is all that's left behind.
Nature overtakes the strand;
And black the flowers of your mind.
The ruins are your hulking throne,
As stranger, warlord, pilgrim.
For your sins you can't atone,
As last of a
Coral FiresFilaments upon the synapse
Bought by papyrus aged
And so archaic
That all their words are paged
Mildew in the watery grave
And bone meal for the edge
Once the taken dredge
Expose its deadly save
Suffocation in their dead lungs
Coal burns unevenly
Poured tar set aflame
Make shadows hard to see
Like a coral reef in the numb
Nothing moves out unsafe
But the deep carnal
Desire in polyp blades
Though stuck in one forgotten place
Reduced low by crude fires
Loose the long wires
To reaches of its waste
Overture in the gap between
The wall and valley drop
Sing hoarse as emptied
And broken bindings stop
Bones defleshed still grip their armour
Flags kept low come raised high
As homeless passion
Endeavours to take flight
Bursting columns of the tombless
Stale air unsatisfied
To feed one last ride
Charged forth with all unrest
Thunder in sea-born current waves
Shake cemetery dreams
Like a lasting brand
Coming out of the seams
All their aspirations reaching
For the stars beyond them
And none bar asi
Why must you cry for me?~Seeing your tears,
it awakens my fears,
remembering those years,
there were no cheers,
the ringing in my ears,
hearing your sobs,
I hold you in my arms,
try to comfort you,
but nothing seems to work,
I feel the sadness lurk,
you are crying for me,
you saw what happened,
why I am so dark,
why I hide my true self,
why I refuse to show emotion,
you hear the words I am called,
the things that are done to me,
and the hurt that I feel,
You hope that this isn't real,
that the one you love is hated,
because he follows his dreams,
wishing of better things,
you cry harder,
holding me close,
you keep asking why they treat me this way,
it will change someday,
through all the anger,
through all of the hate,
even those terrible things will lead us to a fine fate,
all I know is that at this rate,
all we can do is wait,
hoping for the best,
I wipe your tears away,
and you smile brightly,
brighter than the sun on a sunny day,
You say okay,
you take the knife out of my back,
listening to my cr
All above board.Red Tape! Red Tape!
Is there any chance to escape?
Here a form , there a letter.
No! No! No! they need something better.
Oh my God, just what do they want?
to do my head in,ridicule and taunt.
Everyday make them feel my scorn
cos here in the country
you´re not allowed to mourn,
till all their red tape is
filled out and handed in
and you´re still struggling,
you´re patience wearing thin.
When someone dies here,
it´s tradition and accord,
to have it all registered
and all above board!