Still HereMy eyes are shut but I hear you speak.Still Here2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try to move but my body's too weak.
There's not long left, the fight's at an end;
I've been through enough, no longer able to mend.
You've been there for me, through the highs and lows,
Been my rock, my saviour, as it continued to grow.
We knew this day would come when told the news,
Hearing, listening but feeling bemused.
I fought like a warrior, wanting to stay
But my body deceived me, I'm slipping away.
I feel you beside me, your warm hand on mine,
As I take a deep breath for one last time.
I smile at you and look into your eyes,
I'll always be with you, the new star in the sky.
The room turns cold, the machines no longer beep,
No longer here, resting in an eternal sleep.
Kerry Sirrell 23.10.2013
LoveAsk yourself one question, do youLove9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
know what Love is? Do you know
how it feels, smells, tastes?
Could you describe it to somebody
who has no idea what Love feels
like? Could you tell your
special somebody that you Love them? Or
tell them why you don't?
Have you ever been in Love?
If not, how come? Are you scared to be in Love?
What would you do if somebody said, "I Love you"?
Could you accept it, or
would you brush it off like dandruff?
Ask yourselves these questions. How is your Love life,
and where do you stand on the Love mountain?
Girl Alarm ClockGirl Alarm Clock10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun sets unasked
and rises again without the
But I do not
girl alarm clock
timed in the heat of dreams
that make moan and flutter
quiver of over-warm flesh
smooth inseam of thigh
wake me in the morning
she just barely breathes
pull at her eye strings
make short lashes quiver
a back that reaches for me
while fingers fetal curl
towards the face
and her lips twitch
on hot mornings
I watch her naked sleep
Broken Family Ties.i say all sorts of things.Broken Family Ties.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i say, "they suck."
i say, "they don't even care."
i say, "i'm not even one of them."
i say, "it doesn't even matter."
i say, "they're no good."
i say, "they've hurt me."
but in the end it still matters. it really sucks that i still want to be a part of a family that didn't even acknowledge my existence, and still seems not to. i don't even know why i want to be apart of something that has so much drama, and so many pathetic stupid people. i just don't. maybe because in the end their blood still runs through my veins.
i mean its not like i know the majority of them...it just hurts sometimes.
its like the stuck a DENIED sign on my forehead, and never looked back. i've never been accepted by them. sometimes i take that as a good thing, cause i don't want to be like them. but the want and need to be apart of what they have is strong...stupid, but strong. i don't know what i want from them, or if i even want anything to begin with. all i know is that i'm hurt. th
Wondering"Does he like me?" she wonders.Wondering5 years ago in Other More Like This
"Does she like me?" he asks.
Someone be bold!
Someone take a chance!
But sadly, no one will.
She looks at him but he's looking away.
While she is looking away, he's looking at her.
They both don't want to take a chance because they are too scared.
They both like each other but they don't show it, nor will they admit it to the other.
Secretly loving, never knowing.
Afraid to live, afraid to want something that might not be there.
Losing nothing is better than losing everything.
But is it?
In the end they are still dreaming; always loving; always hurting.
And all because they were both too afraid to believe.
In a Nazi's HeadIn a Nazis HeadIn a Nazi's Head6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Looking back now, I realized what a heartless creature I had become. How could I have done those horrible things? Because I had no choice. Because of where I was born. What I wouldve given to let those poor innocent people know that I was on their side. But who would have believed a Nazi soldier? Because thats what I was; a Nazi soldier that had no choice but to follow orders. Everyday I was torn between saving the lives of these people or saving my own pitiful life. Everyday the choice was the same. I came first.
It all started when they came knocking at our door. My mom was cooking my favorite meal in the kitchen while my dad was reading the newspaper. She was dancing while cooking and humming her favorite song. The aromas that were coming from the kitchen were mouthwatering. My little sister was playing with her doll, Eva. It was 1933 and I was 19. My sister was almost 8 at the time. All the soldiers were looking for was men f
TeacherTeacher11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dont always know
I can talk you out of
taking the blade to your wrist
but I cant tell you how
it feels to be embraced
there are some things words
I dont always know
the right way
I can teach you how
to stress every second syllable
in a line of iambic pentameter
but I cant tell you
what its like to be loved
there are some things structure
I dont always know
I can show you a map
and point out
the longitude and latitude
to locate the highest point in brazil
but I dont know how to direct you
to the nearest open arms, open minds.
there are some places
that arent on maps.
I dont always know
I can explain the theory of relativity
in terms of inertia and gravity
and six degrees of separation
but I cannot explain the
separation of relatives
and the impact of that gravity
as it moves into your heart
at the speed of light.
There are some things science
The fact is I too, am a student.
The answer is found in the learning
Time Crystaline sat on a rock overlooking the lake at the south end of the castle. The lake was huge, reflecting the cloudy sky above that threated rain. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her head resting on them, her arms wrapped around them. She sighed a little, a small smile forming on her lips despite herself. She could hear his thoughts from the castle, and knew he was headed towards her. He stopped behind her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on hers.Time5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"What are you doing out here?" he asked, his voice low.
"You know what I'm doing out here," she replied, her voice monotone.
"He still won't talk to you."
Crystaline shook her head. "No, Cy, he won't. Won't even be near me."
"Just give him time. He's still worried."
She pulled away from him to turn and look hi
and the dark in all the sky.when cloudy memories start sticking to the sides of your brain, when the softand the dark in all the sky.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spot on your head closes up to keep them all in and you're further from your
mother's womb and closer to wisdom teeth, i can't tell if you'll see how we were in
the car and i showed you how the weather looked and the way the sun
made the ice on my window look like god had smeared diamonds across the car,
and your pulse was steady because your heart was small and pretty and fit
perfectly inside my palms, and if you will feel my kisses on your curls and remember
the drive and wearing the red coat, if it is the travel to the store to buy a bottle of
vodka that will stick. i feel so curious which of
these is the most adhesive to your thoughts, or if it is nonspecific and blurry
You've got a reasonAll this planning,You've got a reason5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What good does it do?
Sure it gives you order,
A place to stand,
A post to defend,
But after it all,
Who really cares?
What if youre confined,
To one simple little post,
But youre pal beside you,
Walks into and ambush,
Would you leave him there,
To perish and get struck down,
Just for the sake of your orders,
Or would you risk your placement,
To save the life of one so dear.
Ecstasy Fading, Chapter 7.Ecstasy Fading, Chapter 7.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I hadn't really been sleeping; my eyes just burned, and I was trying to relax. Hell, who could sleep the way that this kid was driving? He would awkwardly brake and jolt forward. It was making me nauseous. Dropping my feet to the floor of the car, I stared out of the windshield at the front of my house, and at Sharon's silver Nissan Altima parked next to us in the driveway. I was so tired that I could barely move. My muscles ached with exhaustion.
I didn't look at Sam for a minute. I was no stranger to strange situations, but this was just weird. I was sitting in Samuel Watson's car. It stank like sweat, Axe body spray and coconut air freshener. And there was so much tension between the two of us that it was almost hard to breathe.
It wasn't like I was stupid. I knew how he'd been staring at me yesterday and today. He wanted something. What I couldn't figure out was what it was.
Yawning, I stared at my lap, wondering what to do. The only thing that my fuzzy mind could co
The Turnaround.I was never in love with you,The Turnaround.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I was in love with who you used to be.
The smiling, caring and loving you who
Could see straight through my words, and right to my heart;
Oh how those were the good days.
Now I feel like Im stuck in reverse,
Bleeding, for you.
Whispering my melancholy hopes that youll stop living in who youve become.
The one-track minded, careless monster that somehow has been created through your beauty.
When will you come around?
In days? Months? Years?
Well, Ill be waiting for the turnaround,
Because I know that somewhere, who you were still exists.
And Ill never stop waiting with open arms.
Because I still love you
And I will never stop.
Wtf?Roses are redWtf?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
Poetry is predictable
And so are --- flowers.
Art Trade For EBCPainful and CutsArt Trade For EBC5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wonderus as the imagination
But as dangerous as some dark
Love is what we all can feel
Deep within our hearts
No one can avoid it
Everyone gets hurt by it
But, its a wonderful feeling everyone shares
Love is the emotion that
Makes Children laugh
Spring Blossom and Bloom
A dark winters night seem warm
Love is a magical thing
That no one really understands
So just enjoy it
Whist you got it
Because Love is Knowing that,
You can get hurt but,
Trusting another not to be,
The cause of that Pain
The Blackbirdsthe blackbirds on the powerlines,The Blackbirds5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are spies.
here to watch the street graffiti spread
like a technicolor disease.
at the turn of the season
in their flocks of five-hundred ---
they come to watch the city burn.
and oh, what a show,
the things the blackbirds see.
steel machines on wheels
that collide on cold concrete,
CRASH --- a carseat in pieces,
and a little too much of the color red.
look away to a horizon,
by the shapes of smoke-stacks,
and inside the houses
an entire bottle of pain killers
kills more than just the pain.
and the blackbirds on the powerlines ---
Willow's PoemHer name was Willow,Willow's Poem5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She had said goodbye to him,
Before he was taken of this planet,
She now just sits in the rain and waits...
" Goodbye" he whispers to his sister,
Before slowly walkig away.
But he heard her shout to him,
" No see you later..."
The last thing she ever said to him...
So now she jut sits in the ran waiting,
I sat next to Kiko and watched her,
Willow just sat there and let the rain fall...
My name is Rain leader of this pack,
Willow is the oldest member of the pack,
She sits in the ran waiting for her dead brother,
To come and take her away too...
My Name Is SukiMy name is Suki.My Name Is Suki5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm currently sitting in my room crying.
My mum and dad are fighting.
My sister is crying too.
My brother is dead...
It was my fault.
I didn't mean too.
My mum was on my side and dad wasn't.
My sister was shocked.
My Brother was dead.
I didn't mean to but i had caused my brothers death,
Do you know the feeling of this?
No, you don't...i do because i'm feeling it right now.
Everyone hates me right now.
All i want is for him to be back.
So what's the point of staying here when i'm not needed...
I will end it now so i don't hurt anyone else...
My name is Suki,
I'm now in hopsital bearly alive.
My mum is praying i live and my dad is begging god to save me.
My sister is hoping i get through.
My brother is waiting for me to join him...
The PainNo one knows the pain i feel,The Pain5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As i watch with hopeless eyes,
As i wish i could be them and
not plain old me...
I want to scream my heart out,
Let the pain go but i can't,
So i watch in pain as they love them
And forget about me...
I'm not perfect at anything,
They are and i hate that,
I want to give up but i can't,
It's not like anyone would care...
So here i am tonight,
Sitting writing this and just...
wishing i could be useful and not...
thrown to the side...
You won't understand the meaning of this,
I do but i won't tell,
Just that it hurts to be left in they shadow,
I will give up one and i don't think anyway will stop me...
Purple ButterfliesI would've sent you a giftPurple Butterflies5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of a dozen purple butterflies,
If I thought you'd appreciate it
For what it was,
My best attempt at sweet compassion.
Six to keep forever and always
And six to send back
So I'd know you loved me too,
Forever and always,
But that would be silly
And expecting much too much,
To think you'd care to return to me
My six purple butterflies,
My last attempt at compassion for you.
Ghosttoday i melt into walls and doorwaysGhost5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
like i never have before,
because today nobody sees me here.
today i know what it is to be a ghost
drifting down, down castle halls,
because today they all see through me.
today i'm silent, today and forever
today i hide, today i sleep,
today i am finally invisible in their eyes.
CadenceCadence, darlingCadence5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come dry your eyes,
Wipe away the pain
That clouds your skies.
Defy your name
For you've reached no end,
Your song is your freedom...
The iron will bend.
Will announce your name,
And the skies will hear
And end the song of the rain.
But for now just listen.
There are murmers of melodies,
Here them dance away
Among ghosts of memories.
And they will lead you on
In your search for patience,
You'll get it some day,
My darling...my Cadence.
Mawson. Mawson had always detested going to the circus. Ever since he was a little boy his parents always made him go with the rest of the family. The sense of joy and clueless wonder in all of the visiting patrons made him feel sick to his core.Mawson.5 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
There was a pinnacle point in every circus show when the ringmaster would put his head inside a lions mouth. Though the outcome of this charade was obvious, the crowd would always watch in awe and hold their breath in anticipation.
Mawson wouldnt even bat an eyelid. He would just stare at the ground and imagine the lions jaw snapping shut, crunching through the bones of his neck. His gruesomely decapitated body would stumble down to the ground, squirting blood and spinal fluid as he fell.
Mawson relished in this fantasy but always grumbled in anger and disappointment when the ringmaster would walk away safely. His s
for the love of godfor the love of god, such mortals will strivefor the love of god5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
seeking out penance, redemption, and death
unerring men of holy writ contrive
to claim mortal hold beyond mortal breath
adorning altar with incense and gold
incanting, enchanting, this god is called
with spilt blood, burnt bone, and the lies are told
the innocent witnesses watch, enthralled
gaping, neither sinless, nor absolved now
no question in their minds that this is right
raised with, raising, these crimes they disavow
no answer except this can they recite
but for the love of god, these mortals seek
truly only men who keep them meek
Kindergarten of a Thin MindI found then the gun,Kindergarten of a Thin Mind5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the final delusion,
a by-product, residue
of a cast-off sweeping sin,
its true meaning a reflection
not in a glass darkly, but
in rainbows viewed at an angle,
the three-dimensional source
of all life, desire, creativity
in the kindergarten
of a thin mind.