Hard TimesI see you’ve been weeping for some time nowHard Times1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re all torn out and cold
Even if all you see is darkness
You’re the bit of light that’s shining
And I know you don’t have control
But you can't just let go
Because if one day you do, you might lose yourself
Then I’ll be left alone, with no one to hold.
I'm Alone...I'm alone once again, not by choice.I'm Alone...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just that company eludes me.
I sit at my screen, typing away again--
with only a chilled drink for my friend.
I've stood alone in many crowded rooms,
never understanding the why or what for.
I only know that at the end of the night,
I return to a cold-and-lonely bed unmade.
They say I will heal and find happiness...
but how can they say that and not know me?
I long for what I cannot have, but why?
I guess that's because I'm human and alone.
I'm alone once again, not by choice.
I see the stain and feel the pain
that come with loneliness unescapable...
my own scarlet letter for my heartbreak.
Why?Seeing her body spread out underneath yours,Why?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your hands on her tiny waist,
your lips on her neck,
my heart breaks.
The tears flow like an unchecked dam
as you try to explain.
Don't you see?
I don't want your explanations or excuses
You rush out of the room after me,
boxers barely staying on your slender frame.
But I can't look at you.
I cannot look at those eyes,
begging me to stay.
But you catch up to me,
as you normally do,
and spin me around to face you.
not what either of us expected
My palm connects with your face.
Harder than I've ever slapped anyone
and once I start, it seems, I can't stop.
My hands beat your chest,
and I only ask why.
Mascara Black BirthdayMascara black tearsMascara Black Birthday1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drip onto white, melting frosting.
A single candle burns,
onto the untouched lump of sugar and flour.
But, in the end, what does it matter?
Her tears go unchecked
Rid Myself of YouI wish I could scrub my skin clean.Rid Myself of You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wish I could rid my pores of your stink.
Rid my ears of your silver words.
But you're a drug.
I know now that what I gave,
should not have been yours.
My body was not yours to touch.
My soul, not yours to see.
I gave you a weapon.
I shouldn't have showed you vulnerability.
My words should not speak of you.
You're nothing but a savage dog
looking for tail.
Regretfully, I gave you what you asked for.
Remember, you said you loved me too.
Where Did It Go?Where Did It Go?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through a half open window
the whole world can be seen.
A still frame of a timeless day
whose permanent shadows
can only be shifted
by the graceful arc
of Apollo's golden chariot.
Weeks pass in a blink,
months pass in a breath,
but the seasons arrive much slower,
flowing by so perfectly
that one cannot see the difference
in one moment compared to the next.
we can only say that time passes
Forget Me NotDon't forget me.Forget Me Not4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo
SummitSummit5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A snowy island
adrift on a sea of clouds.
The globe spins onward.
Akuroku Vanilla TwilightAkuroku one-shot: Vanilla Twilight and Fireflies.Akuroku Vanilla Twilight5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey Roxas?" Axel whispered in my ear.
"Yeah?" I whispered back. We were lying outside on a thin blanket, Axel's back against an enormous oak tree, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me against him. It was dusk, twilight fading into complete nighttime.
"What are we?"
"I Don't know What do you want us to be?" I asked slowly.
"I I want us to be more than we are now more than best friends, if that sounds okay with you " he whispered.
"It sounds wonderful to me, Axel," I said lowly. I looked up to see a huge smile on his face, his arms automatically tightening around my waist.
"Look at the sky, Roxas," he whispered, wonder and awe filling his deep voice to the brim. I looked away and found the sky to have the last traces of pink and purple hinted in the few fluffy clouds left in the sky. Fireflies were starting to come out and one landed on the finger I stuck out for it to land on.
"Axel! Look! One
Piano keys -bg-Един портрет ме гледа от стената,Piano keys -bg-7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Едно момиче с непокорна грива
Със океан от блянове в главата
С надежда във усмивката игрива.
Това дете сълза не бе проляло
И искрено оби
The Time has ComeThe Time has Come3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the time, when we step
our feet on idle soils and by our power
make the flowers grow.
This is the time, when we raise
our hands to the sky, and
paint it with colorful lights, and beautiful clouds.
This is the time, when we till the earth and
ourselves, and create change.
[to turn the dust into towering pillars,
and to turn nothingness into something-ness]
This is the time that we're all been waiting for.
Prize: Fairytale-PxF OneshotOnce upon a time~</b>Prize: Fairytale-PxF Oneshot6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I were to say that I believed in happy endings when I was a child, Id be lying. As a young girl, I never experienced love. All I ever experienced was approval and disappointment. You see, my mother died when I was only three years of age and that left me to grow up with my father. In my fathers eyes, I was a mistake. I was supposed to be his heir, his son. But I ended up being a female which left him with two daughters and no one to continue the family name. Therefore, my father saw it fit that I become a prodigy, someone who could bring honor to our name and continue his legacy.
When I was five, my father took in a boy by the name of Miles Edgeworth and began to train him to become a prosecuting attorney. He cared for Miles and treated kindly, just as he would a son. I grew angry with Miles and refused to accept him into our family. I constantly teased him and I would call him Little brother just to show that I was the
It's HardIt's HardIt's Hard5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's hard to say when or how
It's hard to realize the time is now
It's hard to bask in self-comprehension
It's hard to understand such cruel intention
It's hard to tell what's going on
It's hard to know when they're gone
It's hard to fight a cunning foe
It's hard not to get lost, the undertow
It's hard to kill a man's honor
It's hard to hear "He's a goner"
It's hard to murder for your home
It's hard to make things seem monochrome
It's hard to be a man apart
It's hard to say goodbye to your counterpart
It's hard to pray day and night
It's hard to witness the gunfire ignite
It's hard to be in the army
It's hard to know Landry and Clarmy
It's hard to fight in a war
It's hard to know that Bush keeps score
It's not hard to say "Good job"
It's not hard to pray and sob
It's not hard to aid and support
It's not hard to defend and retort
It's not hard, give them hope please
It's not hard, we function past the knees
summer homei've rearranged the rooms of my chestsummer home1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make room for you.
i won't say it didn't hurt
to make myself your Adam;
until you found a comfortable perch.
there, beneath my unguarded breast,
you construct your nest of
every lovely thing you've come to love
(while the rest of me flaps wildly
like moth wings against the cold walls
of my exposed heart).
i should've known you'd leave
when winter froze me.
don't apologize [for the ache].
you kept the beautiful bits of me
(while they died).
Do not pity meI do not need your pity.Do not pity me4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Just because I cannot have what you are receiving, does not make me a lesser person. It only means that my life is taking different turns to yours. Everyone is different and makes different decisions. Just because my choices are different to yours does not mean that you have the right to look down on me.
You may think that my choices have made me bitter. Maybe they have. Time will tell if you are right.
But do not pity me my choices. They are MY choices and mine alone.
The Calligraphy of a Comet's TailPeering beneath the filament of foggy starsThe Calligraphy of a Comet's Tail1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder how she has our galaxy
woven into her hair
when gravity is weighing on bones,
but never destroying her orbit.
She would remind me,
"Stars do not die
they take the dust of themselves
with wobbling arms and press
their hearts against our own."
When we were twelve [and too young
to see how the underbellies of swallows
mimic the calligraphy of a comet's tail]
we saw their shimmering light fade
and evolve into something entirely different.
"We all began someplace together,
are made of so much more than stars.
We are made of each other."
Hands irradiated with love,
voice carried by a thousand star-ships
she would assure us
we wouldn't disappear forever either.
We Can Fly From HereWe Can Fly From Here5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up in the sky,
The birds fly,
The songbird sings in foreign ancient tongue,
The sky moving,
The clouds perk,
The bird flies away.
The sun calls our name,
We chase the light,
We cross the bridge that connects us,
Breaking the barrier that divided us.
We climb our favourite apple tree,
To kiss the sun,
The wind touching us,
Gentle wind singing,
The rain dousing us in love.
Our mind, body and soul are free,
We run towards freedom,
We can fly from here
Sin FotoSin Foto9 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Sin Foto. CONFESIÓN: Soy un fraude
Hoy he descubierto que no soy fotógrafo, sólo otro fraude más. Algunos de vosotros ya sabéis de mi afición por moteles y sitios así.
Hoy he ido a cenar a un bar, como suelo últimamente, un sitio de esos de raciones cerca de plaza de castilla en que lo más selecto es una oreja con o sin picante. Me he sentado en la barra y he mirado como suelo, con curiosidad a mi alrededor. A mi izquierda, dos sillas más allá, un hombre de unos cuarenta me ha llamado la atención. Tenía la mirada perdida y estaba como murmurando mientras sostenía un vaso de manzanilla.
Sus brazos estaban llenos de vírgenes tatuadas, ni un milímetro quedaba libre. He llegado a contar 13 dibujos diferentes, ojalá fuera creyente para identificar las diferentes imágenes, pero no lo soy. Y en la mano izquierda, en los espacios entre los nudillos, llevaba tatuada la palabra amor, con puntos separando las letras en cada nudillo. Me ha recordado el personaje de Robert Mitchum. No debía
astronomer's anatomyi.astronomer's anatomy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so gracefully stepped;
exhalation of debt
owed to none
a miniature trek
of the tongue
laden with melodies
sung to the back
of the sun
there's a wonder in hearts,
a pull to the stars
from the oceans,
from the moorings
there's a wander to hearts
as sure as the stars
fill the oceans
till the morning
all held breaths
and all heroes
can you tell
is the fire
worth the burn,
worth the struggle
if you can
if you're able
trick the words
into stable forms
shapes ripped from wavers
torn straight out of air
I will answer
I can dance around
skim surfaces sweet
there's a blunder in hearts
short circuits the stars
fill with motions
of our mourning
can you call it adoring,
being subject to the spin of the system?
I took a stroll
through the orbits
let the gravity enormous
have its way with me
half passed...gonehalf passed...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by popular demand
writing letters to no place
like it were my home
that picture on the wall you
claim to have
like the scab
I picked for months,
now scratching away at
a comfortable scar
theres only dark at the end of those tunnels
thus, I'll be in Hackensack
in my all to eager grasp
focusing on the ground
in fear of depth
some one tell me
not to look up
never felt so
as tiring as change is
I'll take this jet lag over
coming down any day
I think this could be it
but i am certainly not
Look at Me"Look at me"Look at Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but your eyes
refuse to meet his
"Look at me"
he whispers again
his breath brushes your ear
but still you can't
"Look at me"
and when your eyes meet his
the truth is a thing
you didn't want to know
crystallophonethere is a punchcard sincrystallophone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a queen of spades smoldering in an alley.
you hear how the gears churn,
singing faster than we did before
back when black magic dropped like a
pair of socks from the sky with supplies
taped to a note that said
(oh, look at you now)
such a beautiful brain:
runs on gasoline?
have a gallon
or we can call it a balloon,
and a new pair of glasses
for your tapered eyes
(you peel the bark back on the logs,
but you're not sure what you see),
and life says,
either nail jello to a tree,
or keep your
icicles hanging from the eaves,
caterpillars frolicking in the ashes,
your 'Sam, I still don't have your number,'
and your totaled passion:
someone to hang inside out with,
string you up like a steak with.
what the hunger
is trying to tell me
my brain churns like butter,
my insides aflare, my chakras combusting,