GoodbyeGoodbye11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(August 17, 2003 / 12:55 midnight)
There's something I need to tell you,
but I hope you won't be angry,
and that it won't change anything
between us, we would still be friends.
I have been keeping this from you
for a very, very long time.
I just can't help it anymore;
It's tearing me apart inside.
I have feelings for you, you know.
I don't know when it had started,
I just found myself one morning
visioning us as more than friends.
I know you've noticed it lately.
I've not been myself for some time.
It's because I've been trying to
hold back the feelings in my heart.
I know that you love someone else.
Someone already has your heart,
and I'm happy for you truly.
Just please, please don't be mad at me.
I just have this need to tell you;
Just have to get this off my chest
before I leave and say goodbye,
to live and go on with my life.
Today, I just want you to know
that I loved you with all my heart,
and I regret nothing;
Because with you, I've been happy.
Thank you, for all the ti
Where Souls ReclinePoetry dead; isWhere Souls Recline12 years ago in Open More Like This
Lifted on grandeur to heady heights.
Untaught, hidden in dusted halls, where hallowed words are uttered
Do you hear mutters?
And a holy hush refrain.
It is prayer, not fiction. Not willing outreach in creative burst
For poets are dead, but its religion lives.
On the day it grew hazed, it was clouded,
You held sticks, sat upon a shore - wished for days
When ink-to-paper flew easily
Held minds actions and was not alone.
Yet, how are you alone? Patient flutter -
Sun, air, birds trees shade - ah, in shade
She is air, tickle
Wind dances light and in poetic glance does entertain
The day is alive; the verse rests undisturbed
On high peaks and eight leagues under.
The AstronomerThe Astronomer12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night is a skin around me
I poke holes in to see the stars.
Wakeful hours, wide-eyed trying to see
out there while perched on the trunk of my car.
The night is a skin around me.
Blue-black, straining to see
myself in the blue moon, red of mars.
Inside of me
so many fireflies, in too many jars.
Night. Skin around me
reaching out in tiny puckered pores.
Image through the lens, tiny planet sea
of sometimes sparkles, desert land, drying shores.
forget the scope, forget mars.
The night is a skin around me
I poke holes in to see the stars.
Fisticuffs and love muffinsFisticuffs and love muffins11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Once Upon a DreamOnce Upon a Dream11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once upon a dream
Love convinced me to believe being with you was necessary.
Blinded, I followed along helplessly with a hand reaching out.
Heartless human nature held responsibility for my sadness,
I assumed the position to defend without a signal of strength.
Freedom releases itself with each backhand that you give me,
with my back against the wall, my eyes beg more while I plead no.
Addicted to the pain like a drug too strong to resist,
I refuse to refuse you, with adoration exceeding boundaries.
I dreamt for a love that could prove itself pure.
Enduring too much for no purpose I could find.
Candy scented gasoline and a sugar coated match,
I stood tricked into believing things could be a different way.
Once upon a dream I found love that didn't hurt me.
In the horror of my reality it held no chance of becomming true.
between awake and sleepingbetween awake and sleeping12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Someone once told me love ended. And I believe them because I once loved a boy until he cut his hair and I loved a girl until she said I couldn't be the pink power ranger at recess in kindergarten.
Someone once told me loved ended. And, yes, God, I believe them because I once loved a boy until he cut his hair. Sometimes I believe there never was love in the first place. Other times I have to believe in love because how can you explain this great fondness towards a boy that I saw the other day at the bookstore whom I haven't seen in 3 years that use to live across the street from me? I wanted to believe the things my brother told me about him, how he had changed so much, but the truth was he hadn't changed at all. He grew something that resembled a very small beard and had this wiser look to him, but he still was the pale gangly nice boy I remember who used to hang out with my older brother.
But that's beside the point.
Someone once told me loved ended and yes, even to this day
Family MedicineFamily Medicine12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I walked home from school from the time I was ten years old and sometimes it would take nearly an hour. We never lived close to school. It wasn't so bad when the weather was pretty. I only knew one other girl that had to walk as far home in the fourth grade. Losana Wong, the only girl in school I talked to. She never said much or asked anything of me, making it easy to be around her. I walked home with Losana every day. She lived several blocks closer to school so I still ended up walking alone at the end. She was my first and only friend in Dallas. I would never have many friends in school, my parents didn't encourage me to socialize. Bringing friends to our house was discouraged. It really wasn't a place for children.
We would arrive at her house first. It was brick and completely covered with ivy. A wooden birdcage and a set o
Tips For the NoviceTips For the Novice11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Tips For The Novice
It's an all-too common occurrence on my periodic forays into the world of internet poetry - writing weakened by a lack of fundamental knowledge concerning the essence of poetry writing. There are no rules set in stone about creative writing. The writer that strikes new trails can make a lasting impact on the world of poetry, but the chances of a writer stumbling upon golden words without a solid knowledge base are slim to none. The following tips for novice writers are intended to help shore up those fundamentals, to help the young writer breathe the essence of life into their poems, and to better share that essence with the reader.
The most important element you can inject into your poetry is imagery. Imagery is made up of sense data: color, sound, smell, temperature, the feeling of physical contact. When we remember anything with any vividness, we remember in images. When we fantasize or hallucinate, it is i
turningturning11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leaves fall like golden flame on to the road,
the sky stands still and blue.
The earth bears fruit, bright berries, purple, red.
The sun weighs heavily
in the autumn air-- fragrant, ripe, and warm,
like an apple ready to be picked.
There is no death here, only gentle turning.
A blush steals over trees
as they drop their many children to the earth.
Soon they will fall asleep,
exhausted by their own fecundity,
and winter's white blanket will cover them.
i can promisei can promise12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i live in an airport terminal
where i set up shop
of robots and kittens.
i can be your savior
if you will take this hand:
keep it occupied,
away from cigarettes.
your tears are automated
and colorful, like an
arcade game at the boardwalk.
may i draw them?
22-word Fiction Extravaganza22-word Fiction Extravaganza12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a knock at the door - it was her date.
"Dear God, you're fat," he said.
It went downhill from there.
A rhino followed me home from school today. My parents wouldn't let me keep him. They said the octopus would get jealous.
Sometimes, at night, I look up at the beauty of the universe and wonder why anyone actually cares. Then I watch TV.
John had a drinking problem.
"Stop drinking," his wife said.
"Hey, that just might work!"
He stopped the next day. Problem solved.
Ed's baby was no fun. It always cried. He tried putting it back where he found it, but his wife got mad.
Wake_up.Wake_up.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
save/temp= Dream.dre;=."Far away..."
Run.Task= Human A.I.exe.Remember...<
Temp."It was far away... Not here..."
InsomniaTickůInsomnia11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyelids hold my blood shot eyes
Under the shroud of my unkempt hair
An image my mind decides to surmise
And I'm so tired that I could barley care
Using his arms to terribly taunt
He doesn't need to commit a crime
As usual, he begins the haunt
By merely showing me the time
Starring at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Over me does the banshee float
Awakening me with screams in my head
Annoyingly keeping the same note
When I begin to fall asleep
The specter whispers in my ear
"You're too late and in too deep"
Slowly settling in the fear
Noticing the little time I have left
I then resort to prayer
But with this ghoul making me bereft
I can do nothing but despair
So this image my mind did surmise
I've learned to never care
Another long day with blood shot eyes
Under a shroud of unkempt hair
the she windthe she wind11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you do live here because i'm stronger than all their feet tapping slapping tearing up the earth - when i walk it's felt not heard (but hard heart) and sunk through so everyone knows and my arms reach out in dreams, my life penetrates, my voice calls like feathers slinging quick remarks to the fellow who tips his hat at the end of the table "i see you have her": his matter of fact tone. and i say "isn't she beautiful?"
Forbidden RomanceForbidden Romance11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Her eyes fixed upon
His glasses you culd barely see his face,
He looked at her,
Saw behind her mask,
The eyeliner didnt fool him.
you'd never guess the similarities between these two,
Her mesh shirt,
His plaid pants,
This was by far not a typical romance.
He saw the slices,
on her wrists,
he didn't mind,
when she shook her fist,
he liked her,
and she liked him,
And we all know,
in the end the nerd always wins.
Her Black nails,
She spoke harsh words
that were better left unsaid
All the other kids,
tended to stare,
But she brushed it off,
and he did too,
After those three words,
"I Love you"
Cybernetic AgesDo you believe in the age of steel?Cybernetic Ages9 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
Of metal minds,
And digital passion,
And Hex-code colour vision,
The system it rules,
Death to those with the imagination
Lost CauseLost Cause11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Feeling so low
I've got nowhere to go
I'm losing my mind
Trying not to look behind
I feel myself falling
Ever so slowly asphyxiating
Living life in slow motion
With no real sense of devotion
Seeing thing without any meaning
Never really accomodating
With a cigarette burning slowly
Each puff calming me callously
Drowning in the words they say
Telling me to be a certain way
Their eyes burn my flesh
And my spirit like knives they slash
Perceiving life so cynically
Growing accustomed to feeling leadenly
No point in carrying on
Hope that in my next life I will belong
A mix of poems 2oo3Put a dirty necklace around your wrist and say it's slit,A mix of poems 2oo312 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Punch me in the face and then turn me into shit..
Wireless phones and cigarettes,
going on job-interviews with tourettes..
You promised me a heart, but then you gave me a lung..
Now every f*cking artist in the castle is hung..
The pictonary fiction is just dead memory waste,
Influenced by TV-GOD and being so praised..
We feed machines to pump the fear out
Inject your shots and eat through straws..
Tell your friends to tell a friend
that God is here, and he'll descend..
Aitch-bone bastard celestial master
Artificial normality won't do it any faster..
Stand-by flow is not a choice
scarred for life in a gunshot pose..
My mavourneen Halloween
I'll use my forks to eat your spleen..
Attracting aura sodomy and cancer
Killing coffee's exotic little dancer..
Fructous and frowst inadequacy prison
Torturing the flowers in a judarian prism..
Censurable censors terrible offenders
throwing all the logos in the big-boy blenders..