Fanfiction by Top Critiquers Poems

A song comes on
Memories are sparked that were once lost to time
Wondering where my adolescence went
Bound by the bonds of a cruel fate’s design…

A glance leads to curiosity
When her eyes gaze closer at me in the dim light
The device ticks away behind a glass door on my chest
This old mechanical heart is wound every night

How old are you? She asks
I grin remembering my youth back in 1849
Too old, I reply with a smile, gazing into her eyes
A secret I carry with me after such a long time

The wrinkles on my...

I can no longer hear the laughter in your voice      
When you closed your eyes, can you feel my sorrow on the wind    
Knowing I will not feel your breeze in my midst      
From the womb to the cradle, you were a gift unto a mother to love   
      
Bed of earth is now your everlasting solidarity      
A storm brewed above      
The trumpets played the last tune of your life      
Did you dance in the grave as you basked in the awareness      
Your name read from the Book of Life      
Peace has finally chosen your fate       ...

songs got lost somewhere,
verses became slaves of someone,
the gatekeepers of despair
started guarding the door
of self-respecting imagination,
art lost its synonyms,
winds became still and calm,
sand started forming foam in the blue ocean,
young flowers fell to the ground at a young age,
Gulmohar-like houses turned into wax overnight,
burning lamps became dim,
youth lost its passion,
emotions lost their enthusiasm,
tangles tied the feet of the soft creepers of life,
when the clouds of blackness covered the pink world...

not sure if I'm fit to be a hero      
but I'd like to be your number one {web-slinger}      
make you ebb to my flow      
a shade darker than you might imagine      
       
then maybe not      
       
maybe i can menage a trois your mind      
between my ego and my eros      
crawl up in your blind spot...just beyond your      
periphery      
       
make you slippery when wet      
       
spin you a tale      
thread you in barbed verbiage      
tether you...hardwire your heat signature to...

I thought I
saw Gene Hackman at a
friend's party and figured that he faked
his own death in some way. But that was before I moved
for a closer look and saw that it
really was my friend's
own uncle.