017. VengeanceI know you'll find,017. Vengeance5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you hold the bloodied knife
In your bloody hands,
That the effort only left you
Feeling more empty than before.
Yet you thought you'd planned it perfectly;
You thought that when you stabber her
Between her shoulder blades
You'd transfer all the pain
From your own heart to hers.
But two wrongs won't make
And payback is not so sweet
When the taste is mingled
With your tears.
016. ExcusesThey fall so easily,016. Excuses5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like leaves fall
From trees in autumn.
The slightest provocation--
A winter breeze twisting
Through the branches,
Making its way
To the mountain passes--
And the excuses
Tumble from your lips--
To the frost-hardened ground.
Disappointment weighs on you--
A thick winter coat--
And you can't bear it
Because the sun is still shining.
But its rays no longer warm you,
Ever since you started hiding
Like a mouse in its den,
Waiting for a spring
That will never come.
RisenThe mortal breathRisen1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has long escaped me
Flesh no longer aging
Though my title
The quintessential ice queen
Was given so deservedly
These newfound feelings
Deep inside of me
Have ignited a fire
Magnifying any sense of longing
That I have ever experienced previously
I feel alive once more
As I stir in my sepulchre
Awakened by this desire
I claw my way out
On the hunt yet again
This time, for a different urge
LLustful longingL1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lengthy love letters
Leave love lonely
Languid looks linger
are we alive?the thing about Autumn is thatare we alive?4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
no matter how hard we try
the beautiful green leaves must Retire annually—
to the Earth’s surface
and the thing about that
is that while we Weep
nothing can change the fact that beauty
is so terribly Ephemeral
and the thing About that—
—the thing about the ephemeral beauty
is that we soon come to realise that Life
is the same way
nothing In this life is permanent
and that is Viciously terrifying
but somewhat beautiful in its own way
slipped discographybecause when your diatribeslipped discography5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
concludes, my mouth
is a desert that no human
could weather. it is
lovely how this drought
envelops my esophagus
and turns my seized innards
with pinpoint grace.
it is lovely,
no matter the tombstones
or the dripping venom
or the strung out
that nurtured it.
no matter how many times
forced the fore
to try again.
it is lovely
because I knew from the first day
that you were more
than any of us knew
more than you yourself
could properly write.
and this light
to dry up inadequate seas
and triumphantly plant your
stainless steel ankles
on the depths we carved
hastily, to proclaim after
years of mishandling and
I am beautiful.
and you are.
you always have been and
we simple oceans
were necessarily fools
in your aura. blind to
the mysteries we were trying
to store up in our heads
and our hands
you outgrew our typographic errors
and over eager glitches
and you becam
Someone"Is there someone out there for me?"Someone6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Well, that's a good one.
There's definitely someone out there,
Someone you'll agree to marry."
"But how will that go?"
"Well, chances are you'll
Just get divorced.
It's pretty common, you know."
"But what if the love is true?"
"Well, then it'll go great,
Happily ever after and all that.
But it won't happen to you."
"But isn't there hope?"
"Well, can you win the lottery
Without buying a ticket?
You're too shy, so... nope."
"So what if I'm shy?"
"Well, you don't talk.
You've never had a girlfriend,
And you wonder why."
"If I never have love, will I be okay?"
"Well, of course!
You'll be fine!
It's just a sad thing to say."
"Why? Is it wrong? Should I actually try?"
"Well, it couldn't hurt...
Nothing could go wrong...
No, wait. That's a lie."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Well, true love is grand,
But it's not a sure thing.
I wouldn't risk it after what I've seen."
"Um... What did you see?"
"Well, if it doesn't work out,
You'll only get hurt.
Been Gone DoubtingI've been gone doubting myself,Been Gone Doubting7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pullover hoodie male conversing
the palaver between cranky cadavers,
a cadence between dance partners.
"I'm asexual. But I don't know."
Between sex partners, the rhythm
of guilty feet is in their legwork;
the degeneration of poetry into sex,
and the reluctance to acknowledge
more penetration of the opposite sex
with a doubt I've been gone avoiding.
I've been gone doubting myself
and discounting sexual endeavors
as encounters between dancers.
Instead, I'll go finding.
MMy macabre manifestationM1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Makes me melt
Masking my melancholy
That Graveyard ThrillSo quiet, so stillThat Graveyard Thrill2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're resting so sweetly
Oh, don't mind the chill
I promise they're buried deeply
062. Irregular OrbitThe Earth spins062. Irregular Orbit5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a centrifuge,
Ripping us apart
Just as quickly
As it flings
Us both together.
It throws us
Off our tracks,
And without you
Leading the way
I'm not sure
Where to go.
Breaking away from
The normal path
Is a difficult
Thing to do.
I feel lost
With no direction,
Spinning wildly out
UndiscoveredShe fell in love with people,Undiscovered7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The delicate intricacies of the human mind
She opened her eyes to a secret world
Bursting with adventure,
And savored every midnight hour.
Her loneliness had been eating her for years.
So with a sudden smirk and vengeful look,
She bit back.
Life became a playful challenge,
To discover the simple pleasures in all hearts
And reconnect the pieces of her own.
EllaElla puede hacer una hermosa pintura,Ella1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pero esta historia tiene un giro.
Su pincel es una cuchilla.
Y su lienzo es su muñeca.
Ella pinta una bonita figura,
En un color que es rojo sangre.
Mientras usa su afilado pincel,
Ella finalmente muere.
Su bonita pintura desvaneciendose,
Lentamente en su brazo.
La sangre no corre en ella,
Ya no puede hacer daño.
Ella pinta una bonita figura,
Pero su pintura tiene un giro.
Veras que su mente era una cuchilla,
Y su corazón su muñeca.
Shrine TF RPYou are on vacation, and spot one of the shrines that many people talk about...Shrine TF RP1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Shrine of Beast (Pokemon/Mythical/Animal; specify)
-Shrine of Golem (Artificial, STILL ANIMATE; Specify)
-You spot stones and touch them (No side effects)
-Splash water on stones (Pooltoy)
-Whistle a pan flute (Taur)
-Smell the flowers (GC)
-Set stones in front of the stones (WG, each stone = 10 pounds)
-Light the lamps (Other)
Okay, you will transform first (unless you want me to TF first) so tell me what you want to turn into and the side effects.
Hanging off the cliffsides of lifeHanging off the cliffsides of life3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I run, run as fast as I can
he can't catch me, I'm the stronger man
the one with an unbreakable soul, or so I thought
he's killed me with the pain he brought
I'm running out of options on what to do
with all the pain he's put me through
I trip and tumble off the edge
there's a long drop to this ledge
here I dangle one handed
I've listen to everything he's commanded
no more lies, no more pain
I hold on as I feel the rain
he standing over me with a smile on his face
this life of mine was a race
for something I couldn't gain
I lived out my life in chains
I reach for help but it's not there
he keeps winning and it's not fair
he presses his boot to my hand
my knuckles bleed out onto the sand
"the great wolf mighty is he
as he dangles off the edge, his chance to be free
yet he holds on but what for
there's nothing left for him anymore"
my knuckles crush and break
I wonder how much more can I take
I'm waiting for a reason
for something to believe in
he can try and try till he dies
Short SensationsYour fist tightening,Short Sensations3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know it's frightening,
Though it'll all be over soon.
You want to get away,
But your mind wants to stay,
You think, "What on earth will I do?"
I tell you what,
In case you forgot,
Speak to someone like me.
The pain inside,
Is what kept me alive,
All you've got to do is believe.
So take my hand,
Get up and stand,
Taller than you have ever stood.
The cuts and bruises,
Are the way your life chooses,
If it's going to be bad or good.
And the less you have,
You've got more of a chance,
At ignoring the temptation.
But if suicide,
Is the way you die,
Remember, it's only a short sensation.
24/10/2014I've worn this mask so long24/10/20144 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has to be torn from my skin.
TomorrowHow long till tomorrow? It feels so far away.Tomorrow6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been praying, begging, calling, yet it's distance doesn't sway.
I want this pain to leave me, but it fails to wash away.
Tomorrow, here I beg you, I need a brighter day.
Can tomorrow start already? I wish to be renewed.
Today has sucked me under, something I can’t elude.
But as I'm falling, falling, falling, realization strikes anew.
For if I seek tomorrow, I must survive this day, too.
Don't become a WriterYou know you're a writer when;Don't become a Writer7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
you sit down and you vomit your emotions onto the desk,
and whenever you part your lips to speak,
your words are characters that have been animated with precision.
When you finally decide to step outside,
everything is inspiration, everything that crosses your path
is a black cat of knowledge and ideas that posses your mind until you beg for mercy.
But mercy is not given until you bleed the words onto parchment.
When words from others are spoken or read to you directly,
your gears turn, play, rewind, stop, fast-forward, turn around; pause.
Every syllable is an opportunity to create a new destruction
until you suffocate your vocal cords,
and you have nothing left to say,
but the world left to write.
Me dejo ir?Hay voces llamando mi nombre.Me dejo ir?7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Me están diciendo que corte.
Voces en mi cabeza.
Veo la cuchilla en mi mano.
Esperando a que me digan que me deje ir.
¿Me dejaré ir?
¿Pueden estas voces cortarme hasta desangrar?
Voy a cortar.
Voy a desmayarme.
Voy a caer en un abismo.
Las voces dicen "¡Buen trabajo chica!"
Luego caigo al piso.
Mientras me recuesto y veo la sangre salir.
Risas me rodean.
He fallado de nuevo.
Patética, sin espinas, sin valor.
Soy una desgracia a mi familia.
Debería dejar de intentar morir...
Pero las voces siguen diciéndome "¡No te des por vencida!"
"¡No dejes de intentar!"
Yo solo quiero ver a mis padres sonreír.
Pero estas voces no se irán hasta que yo me vaya.
Las voces en mi cabeza.Aveces cuando estoy sola.Las voces en mi cabeza.7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Y nadie está en casa.
Escucho unas voces.
Que me siguen a todo lados.
Un horrible sonido.
Que no me deja ser yo.
Veo a mi alrededor, pero no veo a nadie.
Es un grito en la oscuridad.
Un susurro en el parque.
Tomo un respiro hondo.
Y deseo la muerte.
Porque no quiero vivir con las voces en mi cabeza.
Poached TapestryPoached Tapestry7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though true my senses became nullified,
Become with me this woven tapestry,
A sarcophagus for I today have died,
And now you too balm me to a mummy,
I too know you, you wind these bandages,
What you want is to extract my organs,
You do not care about the shortages,
Help me please save me from this true Gorgon,
But now my death will haunt you constantly,
I will not leave your side lover of mine,
That fateful day you chose to murder me,
I hope you are happy you artful swine,
As you will wait on you dear friend Death’s bed,
I welcome you to the place of undead.