My LifeMy life is an unMy Life9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
attatched to the Converse I wear when I feel like it,
getting stepped on
and drowning in the puddles I've splashed in
It's a hard marble statue
that someone took the time to carve
and now it's just fa
The details are smoot
DantexNero- The Reunion Ch.1DantexNero- The Reunion Ch.17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story Summary After their last meeting upon the defeat of Sanctus, months had pass by and Nero comes upon finding Dante again, but his reasons for coming don't stem from just curiosity, but a desire.
It had been a while since they had last spoken, had last met; their previous goodbye ending from a battle to save the world once again from the hordes of demons and imbeciles that claim to be gods. Even though it was just a gift, Dante had given Yamato to Nero, the one and only beloved weapon of his brother Vergil. He had given it away, but for a much deeper reason, a reason he would reveal in time. Despite this reason however, it was like it he was giving his sword back to his brother Vergil. It was like Dante had a brother once again, a chance to set things differently than what had happened over 20 years ago. For Nero, the sword constantly reminded him of that man, a man named Dante,
Love me NotUnto you I give myself.Love me Not6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into your darkness, hate I've felt.
Feel my power, black and cold.
Feel my hatred sear your soul.
Taste the blood and touch the life.
You're the blood, but I'm the knife.
Drowned is sorrow, your own saddness.
Taste the fire, take the maddness.
Feel the shadow breathe it's death.
Draw the life in painful breaths.
Kill your pain, kill your roots.
Drink your shame, death your food.
Live in darkness, die in pain.
Life resists not fear nor shame.
Death is quiet, in peace you rot.
Give me hate, love me not.
Home-Schooleddo not teach meHome-Schooled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do not stand in front of a
chalk dusty black board and
expect me to listen
do not bombard me with
long phrases and dreary
speeches and expect me to
hang on to every word that
falls out of your drooling
do not show me diagrams
and pictures and expect me
to tear apart the symbols
and reach a deeper, more
do not teach me, for i have
already been taught
i learned my arithmetic by
counting each star in the sky
every night until i knew my
multiplication table forwards
i learned history by listening
to the stories whispered to
me on windy days by trees
that have lived through
each war and revolution
i learned english by reading
the words written out by
clouds that are more
complicated than any
shakespearean play could ever
i learned science by watching
the world around me grow
and die in a never ending
cycle that no text book could
ever capture the true lesson
do not teach me, for i am a child of nature
and i've already been home
Up and AwayWe embraced like old friends, but somewhere between the half-hearted hug and the awkward after seconds, I felt as if we needed an introduction. While you were living on your own and finding life outside a sheltered nest, you had become a foreign substance to me. I tried to find the young boy who never grew tired of lying on a grassy hill, who never ran out of facts to fill my head, who never neglected to tell me what I was doing wrong...but I couldnt, that boy grew up and away from me.Up and Away6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Did you think seeing me once every six months was normal, when we used to spend every weekend together? You lived farther away then, but distance was never a barrier like the one between us now. Its a barbed-wire fence; I can see the same person you used to be, but Im tired of getting cut every time I try and climb over the top. We never had secrets, but Ive been closing myself off to spare you the effort and I, the disappointment. You never meant to hurt me, youre not even
The PhotographerLong, lanky stapled thin sharp boned limbsThe Photographer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the opaque frame
reaching up past her deadbeat eyes
milky cheekbones razorblade jaw
papercut smiles, willow head hair
sunken shoulder, blades that protrude
The shiver of the trees places
a peached glow on your
you exhale an invisible pipe of
smoke, swirling around the air
Can almost see straight through
as you nibble, softly at your
green delicatable apple
watch it go
oesphagus straight into your stomach
I can almost feel the growling
I see your ebony, twigged hands
reach for your pale stomach
defined by your
poking out, trapped under the vein ridden skin
Sometimes you bring your quaint smile
to meet the starry night
folding your feet under your twelve year old knees
I know you're much older
Red wine lips pushed apart slightly by
pearly teeth that protrude only lightly
you can rest your face on the warm
sun kissed bitumen
drinking vodka and lemonade from a used
like you.I sit up at nightlike you.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching the ceiling
so as not to miss
the end of the world
I carry stones in my pockets
because I'm too squeamish to cut
but I like to carry my sadness
I collect old photographs
because I like to imagine
the old worlds in their eyes
I came into the world
screaming and bloody
But inside my chest
blinks a vacancy sign
that would otherwise rest
in a dark calm.
(we only have so long to be beautiful
and I want to share it with you.)
The day the Heavens went outToday the mighty heavens went outThe day the Heavens went out6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stopped shining their stars so bright
Because your fire was extinguished
And you passed away in the night
Living alone makes my blackened soul scream
Seconds become decades and I in agony I writhe
Are you happy now youve abandoned me?
How do you expect me to remain alive?
Poison darling, couldnt you have fought it out?
My nightmares see you hanging there
So lifeless, cold, unnecessary
Asking me to stay here was too unfair
Heaven turned out her lights so she could welcome you in
Roll out the red carpet at the pearly gates
But dont go in just yet
Im coming to join you so just wait
And guess what, Ive got someone for you to meet
Inside me is your, no, our child
We shall raise it together in heaven
I thought of that as I died and then I smiled
That fateful day that I met you at the park
Was the best and worst of my life
It brought me such joy
But was the reason I killed myself with a knife
Childhood's OverI curl myself into a ball.Childhood's Over4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm now so very, very small.
I press my legs against my face,
And think of Mars and stars and space.
The dodo's dead, the stars are gone.
I have a friend named Megatron.
We like to lay upon the grass,
And watch as all the Voguls pass.
A kid I knew once said to me,
"You're only big as you can see."
But what about the gods I know?
And emokids, and juggalos?
And what becomes of chivalry
When all you know is tyranny?
I wish that I could tell the truth
Apart from all the lies of youth.
I look at me, I look at him,
I look at God and let Him in.
I throw my heart onto the ground.
I stomp on it without a sound.
How's a robot like a bath?
Both clean up the aftermath.
But what if, at the robot's fault,
The water lost its greatest thought?
I grow old, I grow old--
I have patches of green mold.
I have Sun and I have Moon;
I have me and us and you.
It's so terrible, you see:
We were born to not be free.
We were born to sing our songs
Separately, and carry on.
Born to hope,
new style try-outspeak your mind,new style try-out5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
mind your words,
words can hurt,
hurt is pointless,
pointless should not be,
you are perfect,
perfect and unique
unique like me
me and myself,
myself and I,
I know I am
Swelling Curse-HaileyHailey had just arrived to her home, it had been a long day and she needed to relax. Yawning, she grabbed bottled water from the fridge and chugged it down in one breath. Sometimes, she wished that she had a car, it was a long walk from the café and she was sweating like crazy. And needed something cool to help her cool off. Thank god she kept lots of bottled water in the fridge, and a few frozen in the freezer. Taking a deep breath, Hailey had grabbed another bottle of water and walked to the couch and started to drink that as well.Swelling Curse-Hailey4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She didn't bother to change out of her yellow t-shirt or her black shorts. It was just a beautiful day that she wanted to enjoy the great feel of the coolness against her skin
Yawning, Hailey grabbed a book and started to read, she was happy to finally catch up on her book, she had been meaning too but never had a chance too with work and trying to keep up with her friends. Sighing once more, Hailey just started to read her book.
After all, what could
Pleasant distractionsYou're trying very hardPleasant distractions6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to distract me again
Your fingers trailing a path
through my hair and down my arm
How come your skin is so soft?
I'm trying not to show
how it is affecting me
I won't give in today
That always works
I already do, silly
Love you lots
when the time is right
Promised with a kiss
A true Guardian AngelA true Guardian Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A true Guardian angel, is a fallen one. She is the only one who understands what it's like to be beaten down
to the lowest point, cast out from her home, turned back on her only light... That is a true guardian angel.
She will not turn on you, but she will help you through what she knows best, hoping she will be salvaged herself.
Fallen angels roam the Earth, looking for their way back to light. They usually watch over the dead, and if you're
lucky, you will see one, and if you're really lucky, you have one protecting you. Not all angels are meant to
stay in heaven, so they are abandoned, beat, and lost... A fallen angel cares for humans, where high angels care
only for themselves, and their light they are surrounded in. So, when you see a fallen angel, instead of kicking
kicking her down, pick her up and help her... you never know, maybe she will become your guardian angel...
To the beat of solemn life.Heartstrings are stuck in her throat.To the beat of solemn life.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They pull out like spaghetti and tangle like a Lady with her Tramp.
They are pulled and they tear like barbed wire, poking peepholes and caution through the walls of her soft, freckled flesh.
This makes her throat like a battle field; saggy bodies torn from landmine and limb, no legs, no legs. She chokes like the distress calls of a mother searching boldly for her duckling, with gunshots and screams filling the air among the sirens and smoke,
blood pouring from lagoons of overflowing tissues and bandages and hostile wounds,
Suddenly and achingly calm, she breathes and her throat clams.
It dries up like the ocean in a rut, and she is a crumpled heap on the floor,
heartstrings half-splayed-half-clutched in coiled fingers,
no legs, no legs and struggling to stay afloat.
She splutters and coughs up fluid and grease, tar and gunmetal grey. She coughs up memories half-forgotten on purpose, tormented souls of the damned, and the realisation that
Live My ArtWould you like to paint my canvas?Live My Art7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the stone colours of the ground you stand on
In the unique colours of the eyes you see with
In the dryed colours of the air you breath in
In the dark colours of the jealously you contain
In the simple colours of the rainbow you hide
In the definitive colours of the heart you love
In the silk colours of the lips you touch
In the light colours of the happiness you hold
In the plain colours of the sorrow you carry
Would you like to paint my canvas?
AgedBlown through time, it's sad to beAged5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone as whitened fingers
wipe tears from worn out eyes.
You're staring at the spaces he's left
empty; he's seen his name in dust
and you're left to understand
that this is something more
or less than both of you. Tired
eyes and lips aren't for loving.
And you've been loving for
too long; time lays dust in
empty rooms, rooms that used to
call his name call his name.
Devil May Cry- The Hidden Essence Ch.1Devil May Cry- The Hidden Essence Ch.17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story Summary Arkainius is at it again, failing to recapture Vincent and now has set his eyes on a new subject, Nero. Fortuna is attacked, catching the attention of the Devil May Cry shop as Dante ventures to go save Nero and Kyrie while being guided by Vincent and a mysterious ghost like figure that has attached itself to Nero.
As the day broke, the sun shined down about Fortuna as the citizens among the city became lively, playing out their everyday life with shops and items to buy and food to cook. The sun shined just as beautifully not too far from Fortuna, upon the building of Devil May Cry. Dante woke to his usual phone calls from clients asking for tedious tasks with demons as Nero awoke to his lover Kyrie smiling upon him from the doorway.
"Good morning," Kyrie spoke sweetly.
"Kyrie," Nero said her name gently.
They both smiled at each other warmly as he got out of bed and stuck on his usual trench coat and red jacket. The weather was perfect to
Please, Push me AwayI'm starting to n-e-e-d you,Please, Push me Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm starting to depend on you.
& I'm starting to want you way more then I already do.
From my past, I know that this feeling is
& All that's going to come out of this is b/r-ok/e-n hearts and salty tears,
I'm going to hurt you,
story to tellLittle butterflystory to tell9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing me a song
Take away my sins and all my wrongs
Sing me a Gershwin tune
You know its true
Be here soon
Come and sing my favorite tune
You know me oh so well
Have you got something to tell?
Dig deeper into the well
Butterfly, little butterfly
Dig up my bones
Underneath the archaic stones
Dig deeper and deeper into the well
You will find a story to tell
I saw him one day
He made it wrong
I made a mistake
That cost me my life
He took out a gun
Towards my head
Did you hear the deafening blow?
Butterfly , butterfly
Dig out my bones
Underneath the old, old stones
Its been so long
Since I saw his face
That's my story to tell
I hope you have heard it well
Underneath all these stones
Are hidden my empty hollow bones
Sing me a song
Take away my sins and all my wrongs
Sing me a Gershwin tune
You know its true
That Black CatThat Black Cat3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter One: Tale From The Blonde Tabby
This city, it annoys me to no end. Walking around with another cat, picking fights over left over food, it has become somewhat boring. So, parting ways with the dark brown tabby, I headed over towards the upper part of the city. You know, the type that hardly ever eats most of their food, and that food is always the best. It's surprising that there isn't much in the way of cats around this area, especially considering with all the food that could be eaten. Lobster, foreign fish that my little kitty mind couldn't even pronounce. Maybe if I was human, I would be able to understand it a lot better. But anyways, back on task. The potatoes that were all mushed up with the hint of milk, and the wonderful beef that was cooked to being tender yet moist. It simply melts in your mouth!
Just thinking about the food is making me starving. But yet, there is something that seemed to catch my attention, distracting me from the delicious food that my little cat
Lost YouHow can I lose someoneLost You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that was never mine?
How will I forget
the way his eyes shined?
There's an empty feeling in my life
that, I can no longer hide
I miss the hell you put me through...
all the times I cried...
Is any of this even real?
Did you really just vanish?
Nothing satisfies my thirst
for your sweet lips
nothing will make me realize
that it was you, who tear me to bits
You never said goodbye...
yet you hardly said hello...
Is this all in my head?
Some crazy dream
it feels so real
...or so would it seem
I let you used me
now I pay the price of solitude
while you're probably indifferent
just filling yourself with grace and virtue
Hurt MeHurt me.Hurt Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paint the floors a violent red.
Give me the scars that make them
Mix the purple and blue undertones
That destroy my body.
The colors that I try to hide.
Make me a fool.
A fool to think that
I can trust anyone.
It's a lie.
Tell me what I am, and not who.
Scream until I cry.
And make me wish for an end.
It would be the only good thing
You've ever done for me.
But you're not that kind.
A Phantom At Name...A rose just as sweet as it's holder.A Phantom At Name...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the boy enters with that red rose.
A white sleek mask covered his face...
He asked me, "Do you remember when life was fun?"
"Yeah but welcome back to the real world."
I said this as he took my hand and so the dance began.
The dance of imagination....
Where roses rain down everyday...
And nothing is as it seems...
"Welcome to a life of magic Love."
Said this strange rose holder through his strange white mask...
Oh how I wanted to rip that mask off...
Oh how I long to see his identity and know his true name...
A strange feeling courses on the inside...
Fills what's left of my empty soul...
As he pulls me close...
Breast touch chest fingers intertwine...
Forehead against forehead then laughter...
Sweet care-free laughter....
As I slip a free hand underneath that smooth white mask...
On the floor it falls and he shoves me away...
Into the darkness he fades...
And all hope seems to go along with him...
As I step towards to where he used t
A Fish That Can't RememberCan He Remember?A Fish That Can't Remember6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
A fish is draged along this river,
waiting to remember,
trying to remember how to swim again.
He learned how to swim when he was young,
but forgot at all when an exierence that came when out of nowhere,
but to remember,
it was needed,
but never known to him then.
It has been years that he swam,
but to this day it came naturally to him.
He had tried to remember,
but nothing came.
Tried to find his way,
but it just didn't go that way.
All this became
on one rainy day,
a rainy day,
that will make this fish never forget how to swim again.