SisterYou were something,Sister1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you had the chance to be anything,
You chose to be nothing.
Beaten DownA large grin from ear to ear:Beaten Down8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
torn off my face.
Why must you beat me down,
do you thrive on my pain?
You must feel pretty damn strong then
but tell me,
do you enjoy
when your one love screams at you
calling you abusive?
Even more so,
I'm done with beating myself down
because of you.
When my last resort is wielding a knife;
I tear myself apart.
I don't want to threaten you
but you leave me no choice.
Although you're definitely not my father,
what kind of "guardian" are you?
Just who do you think you are?
If I Ever Have a SonIf I ever have a son, this is what I will do.If I Ever Have a Son9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the very moment he is born, I will hold him and say “be proud of who you are.”
I will pick him up and spin him around and tell him over and over again, “love… love…” until it becomes his first word.
When he takes his first steps, I will tell him “see, this land is yours to conquer. This place is your stage.”
When he grows, I will swear that his daddy is a lion, and that someday he will roar like him.
I will teach him that he can slay all his dragons with his voice. That his imaginary monsters are in his closet because they are the ones afraid.
I will tell him that his heart is forged in fire, and that his passions are violent. I will tell him he should follow his dreams with all his strength.
I will read to him day and night, so he will have a love of the written word. I will tell him to think things worthy of writing down.
I will tell him that bravery is n
MailanderliI loved the lemon cookies best -Mailanderli13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
butter and sugar that melts on tongues,
a sweet symphony in baked goods.
Mother loved us more than baking
(or cooking, to tell the whole truth)
and while she claimed not to be fond
of standing in the kitchen for hours,
for us she rolled out the cookie dough,
and let our childlike enthusiasm infect her smile.
The kitchen smelled wonderful
in those December days,
and I can't help but miss it dearly,
so these years, in the December days,
I roll the dough out myself.
It's hard to be sad about baking together
having ended up staying in the past
when the kitchen fills itself
with lemony-buttery smells.
I love the lemon cookies best -
how could I not? They're childhood
and memories of when christmas
meant nothing but magic to me still.
Darkness That Tides With HopeWhat segments that linger the truth in this out tale of the dark,Darkness That Tides With Hope10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
What can the world bring the choices that cannot free the birds that
root the air.
I hold my hand is the light that still lingers through the world I once new
as if I can throw it away to shatters that the abyss wants as I stand still
for all my glimmers of hope that shock the world.
As I not respect the souls I could follow as kinsmen I lead to my
own despair of death and follow the ghostly paths of the undead that
draws there blades at me.
Their Eyes laid savage across the lands of the shadowy path.
Their eyes laid on me as my heart beaded within me.
They glared, growled, and thrown the stones at me as I continued
the path of the lonely alley I gain nothing to find the world at my end.
I see it was nothing but a illusion that I cast upon myself that
looked down from the fear of arrogance that not seeded but pleaded.
As I stumbled on the cliff of my fear I felted a blade that I felt before
and as I slowly tu
Hushed ScreamingHushed Screaming23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where did they go?
They can't be gone?
My watch has a different date
My face is not my own
My expression is empty and pained
I look so drained
I look so pained
I look so mained
Why do I feel alone?
Why do I feel so scared?
Is any one there?
They all changed
Are they even the same people?
Can they even hear me!?
If I can scream loud enough
Maybe, oh maybe they will hear
Cries for help, and agony
No one will save me, will they?
Because they all seem to be changed
They all forgot