Ripping StitchesYou are just aRipping Stitches4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that has me
sweating in my sleep,
dripping from the plague.
bleed stories from
seep into salty pools of
convulses with shutters of
will lay below the tomb of
Drunken words, sober thoughtsDrunken words, sober thoughts4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
When you spend a majority of your time thinking about something, well really someone, you start becoming too fixated on it until it eventually takes over and controls the person you are. It's a helpless situation because even when you're trying to remember to forget them, you'll eventually wind up just squandering even more time thinking about them. It probably doesn't help that everything you do and everywhere you go you see little pieces of them anyways. And if you think closure is something that will help you move on, it's rarely ever the case. You can finally salvage and muster up every ounce of confidence or dignity you have left and tell that person exactly what you've held back for eons of time but when you finally tell them, they might not even give you the truth. Sometimes even when they tell you the truth, it may open even more questions until you feel like you're about to collapse from the heaviness of your heart. The taste of truth will leave you crawling b
One More NightThey stand togetherOne More Night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They seem so small
On the top of the world
They see it all
At the top
They glance down
Their Goofy smiles
Fade to frowns
His feet at the edge
She tells him to jump
He pounds at the ground
The floor full of lumps
She said it seemed so perfect
She could hardly believe
How amazing he must be
To live on his feet
While she was on her knees
She coaxes him on
He doesn't know what to do
She didn't know he was arriving
He screams as he falls
She feels it too
He collapses at the bottom
She follows soon
He gets up and walks away
Leaves her there like a stray
My Life In Six WordsI was scared to be different.My Life In Six Words6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
walking in on you.walking in on you.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand here,
with tears on my face.
Out of breath,
like I ran a race.
Looking right at you lock lips with her,
how is she anyway?
Is she better at it then I was?
I can't watch you I gotta get away.
I close the door,
And lean against it,
and start crying,
and I don't give a shit.
I can't hold it in,
I Hate you.
But, I love you...
I hate that I love you...
You're probably still with her,
kissing her and holding her tight,
while I'm alone,
crying myself to sleep at night.
I can't do this,
I love you,
Its you I still miss...
I see you're face in the dark,
I hear you're voice in my head.
I miss you so much,
I wish I were dead.
Vast Sea of a Minute Emotion rain chatters with the window, cacophonous harmony.Vast Sea of a Minute Emotion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A contradiction so misunderstood.
Tears run down porcelain, steamy streaks across cool metal.
A steel flower glistening in pitch, crumpled to ash, response to opposing forces.
Defensive against lexis and trial,
This blooming steel flower could not match the infinite strength of such a minuscule word
A word that grated emotions, bloody and raw,
Known by all, felt by all, understood by none.
Could not a warrior conquer this slight expression?
Comprehension was dire.
A vast sea would fill with each and every defining thought relevant.
This word was not individualized but severely generalized.
Existence would cease in the absence of this minute emotion.
Emotions, shared but not fully known by an outsider, posed problem.
Desperate for knowledge to create strength.
Build a taming fence.
Assistance, support was laid out.
Composers of the mind lined up as if field workers waiting to catch trucks on a dust path.
My 'thimble'I can see a little Peter Pan,My 'thimble'6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his light blue eyes.
Faults and insecurities,
Covered in his lies.
He smirks and looks over,
"Oh, the cleverness of me!"
I roll my eyes and shake my head,
If he could only see.
That childish look,
And proud boasting face,
Makes me wonder,
Why it's him I chase.
He won't grow up,
He'll disinherit age's claim.
It doesn't matter if he gets older.
At heart he'll be just the same.
I don't know why,
But I feel I have to fight back.
Because if I didn't,
There would be something I lack.
He doesn't realise,
That his words just might
Pierce my heart,
Even if it's so simple a fight.
It's that childish way,
To love without feeling.
To live without growing up.
Peter Pan is a boy's way of healing.
Even if he'll never know.
My 'thimble' will always be his,
My childhood sweet heart, Peter Pan
Can have my imaginary kiss.
worryTrapped in darkness, can u help me?worry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Find where i am and help me to see
Bring you light back its been gone to long
I no longer feel like i belong
what once was warm, now feels so cold
My mind and heart crumple and fold
where there was life, now seems dead
Nothing can be done or said
I need you! without you ill fade away
But then you look at me that way
Empty nothingness inside
what you once were has died
My world goes back to being numb
It seems that nothing can be done
I will slowly slip and fall
No feelings left in me at all
Will you come back and take my hand?
Stop me from falling, help me to stand?
You can bring me back from this place
As soon as that smile lights up your face
It hurts that i cant help you
To sit here knowing theres nothing i can do
its simple cant you see?
please just come back to me
We Are the RevolutionI don't mean to sound like just another kid wearing a "SAVE THE EARTH" t-shirt and peace sign bracelet when I say that we are the revolution.We Are the Revolution4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Because I'll fight for victory, not vengeance. I'll fight for true independence, and I don't mean the kind that's exemplified by "REBEL" and "ATTITUDE" buttons pinned on a backpack. I'm talking freedom from fear. The fear that they won't like me. The fear that they'll talk trash about me behind my back. The fear that they'll exclude me. Do you get where I'm going with this? I don't want spend my life whispering someone else's secrets to a new best friend that I'm trying too hard to impress, I want to transcend society's expectations of me and create my own world.
When I refer to society I do so with a mixture of respect and disgust. It allows human beings to live in close proximity to each other in a civilized manner without killing each other or going -completely- crazy. It is absolutely necessary for modern day life, and we all depend on it whe
Reakcja LancuchowaZapewne nie rozumiesz. Jezeli nie rozumiesz, zanikasz. Jezeli zanikasz, nie oddychasz. A jezeli nie oddychasz to sila rzeczy milkniesz i umierasz.Reakcja Lancuchowa5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Gdyby mózg stezal mniejsza ilosc slów które powstaly w wyniku reakcji odpowiedniego nastawienia sie na sytuacje, to czy bysmy byli w stanie zrozumiec wiecej? Czy mniej slów oznacza mniej wysilku?
Zatem nie rozumiem, Boga nie ma. Zmniejsza sie moja objetosc, widoczne sa na twarzy male, anorektyczne objawy. Polykam sie od srodka, skupiam sie od zewnatrz. Gdzies tam rosnie poczucie wlasnego jestestwa pokrywajace siê z powolnym zanikaniem atomów takiej wlasnie Mnie.
Dlawie sie tym zanikiem, powoli przestaje oddychac, krztusze, o niewolo! Palesam sie, drocze z powierzchnia, próbuje siê wydostac. Na nic zamiar, na nic skutek. Zatem na nic przyczyna.
I powoli milkne, w stosunkowym gwarze. Mimo milczenia, w nieboglosy, aniele, strózu panski, krzycze! Mimo milczenia, nie wierze w Boga.
hp writing challenge 001 PL K-kiedy..? głos Narcyzy momentalnie utracił całą swoją wzniosłość. Zdawał się drżeć coraz bardziej z każda kolejną wypowiadaną głoską. Kobieta osunęła się powoli na skórzany fotel i zacisnęła palce na jego oparciu tak, że jej długie paznokcie prawie wbiły się w białą tapicerkę.hp writing challenge 001 PL4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Niecały tydzień, możliwe, że wcześniej, wiesz, że można się po nim spodziewać wszystkiego.
DLACZEGO tutaj..? Co z domem Blacków na Grimmauld Place...
Narcyzo, powinnaś doskonale zdawać sobie sprawę, Czarny Pan nie przekroczy progu czegoś, co należało i, jakby nie patrzeć, wciąż należy do tego całego... Zakonu Feniksa. Chyba, że po to, żeby ich wszystkich wykończyć raz na zawsze.
Dirty sticky floorWent back home i dont knowDirty sticky floor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for my friend to change my mind
wait right here right next to the phone
waiting for the last last drop
waiting by the kings throne
ill go home on my
Dirty sticky floor
Dirty sticky floor
ask me please
what i want easy its just more
tin man says im doin fine
that lion aint gonna get me
see that gun right there its mine
ill soon be lying on my own
Dirty sticky floor
Dirty sticky floor
Dirty sticky floor
how long will i wait for you
easy dont ask
twice as long as i did before
standing here in the freezing cold
in a freezing zone maybe you left i just dont know
i should be in the backroom on my
Dirty sticky floor
Dirty sticky floor
i see paper monsters everywhere
in my vision
in that sense im doing fine
i paint the face on my door
just made it the devils door
whats left i just dont know
laying right here on my
Dirty sticky floor
Dirty sticky floor
Dirty sticky floor
ive burnt the floor madness taken over right here
on my on my
Dirty sticky floor
hp: znam tego psa. Mimo, że dygotał z zimna, zmusił się do wytrzepania pościeli zalegającej na fotelu. Kurzu było tyle, że ciemny pokój spowiła gęsta mgiełka brudu. Odkaszlnął kilka razy, po czym wygodnie usadowił się w rogu połamanej pryczy, która od wielu lat stała pod równie zaniedbanym oknem. Naciągnął przydługi rękaw szaty na swoją pięść i przetarł nim brudną szybę. Efekt nie był może olśniewający, ale mógł chociaż dojrzeć Hogwart i światła słabo tlące się w zamkowych komnatach. Pięknie wybijały się na tle bezchmurnego, nocnego nieba. Pewnie mógłby w nieskończoność wpatrywać się w ten jakże majestatyczny widok, gdyby nie wstrząsnął nim kolejny dreszcz zimna. Szybhp: znam tego psa.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
strings of pearls and breathunderwater they are mermaids. patterns of poolwater-caught sunshine dancing in soft-edged white upon their long legs (tails). red hair like ocean fire and fingers ever reaching for the bubbles, like pearls but from out their mouths. darting up between their fingers.strings of pearls and breath5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
there are places here, beneath here, beneath the sound of their mother yelling at their father and the loud rough of the neighbours dogs bark, where they can breathe. breathe the dead leaves in water whirlpools beneath their feet and breathe the chlorine, leaving eyes red and hair green at the tips. breathe the quiet of their bodies and their imagined underwater world, so colour-dipped and alive.
their eyes are closed tight and they press their heads together, on the pool steps. one holds the others hand and together they love a love that is shimmer on water waves edge, pink casing on sundown clouds and toe nails with pink polish peeling. they love and in the silence of their love (and sound of life
depressionThe world seems blurry and i cant clearly see.depression4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dont feel right, i dont feel like me.
The days have been gliding past nothings changed.
But somehow it doesnt feel right, it feels so strange.
My minds gone blank and i cant think straight.
Theres a heavy fog in me that nothing can penitrate.
A smile on my face that doesnt quite touch my eyes.
Its as if my happy world has been compromised.
Hard to breath as depression has begun to unfold.
All of my joy in life has been put on hold.
though its not as if this hasnt happened before.
With me and depression its an on going war.
There is no anger, there is no pain.
You wont see any tears begin to rain.
Theres an emptyness inside, ive just gone numb.
Im waiting in the darkness for the light to come.
.... OFF OFF to drugie angielskie słowo jakie poznałem. Pierwszym było oczywiście ON a znajdowały się one obok siebie, w nierozłącznej parze, na zabawkach dostępnych w Peweksie. W dniach mojego dzieciństwa OFF było więc słowem złowróżbnym, za którego sprawą autko przestawało jeździć, a plastikowy pingwin nie mrugał już swoimi żarówkowymi oczami..... OFF4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Od tego czasu moje umiejętności językowe nieco wzrosły i OFF występuje już nie w parze, a w liczniejszym towarzystwie. Jest takie angielskie określenie "off the beaten track", które dosłownie znaczy "poza ubitym traktem". Bardziej przenośnie można je odnieść do przemierzania słabo przetartych ścieżek muzycznych, czy ogólnie artystycznych. Określa ono dobrze to, czego szukam w życiu. I to za
You're awayHello beautiful,You're away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you remember
when we first said
I cant help but admit that everybody is wrong when they say love at first sight is bullshit; I knew that I loved you from the minute I saw you at the airport.
You were standing awkwardly with your hands in your pockets, looking at me with your sad, passionate eyes;
I smiled and asked your name and knew that I'd met you for a reason.
You are real, genuine.
You make me smile,
and I like your style.
There is nobody else who beats to your drum
[I know this for a fact].
Its aligned with the pitter-patter of my heartbeat and whenever we are together you strum my hearts strings and we sing along to the sweetest songs that nobody else knows.
The last time I saw you our tempo was in a fast sleep;
With this distance between us its hard to hear the music.
The Willow -Rewrite-Walking by the waterways, I spied a weeping willow,The Willow -Rewrite-4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Green of leaf but bent in grief, a masterpiece of sorrow.
Unsure of why this tree were broke in lowered voice I softly spoke:
"Willow, why do you weep? Do you despise the hum of flies?
Are you sick of water deep? Do you look upon the glaring skies
And long for hollow sleep?"
"Human I have watched this world for many years in silent thought,
I've reached for stars with limb unfurled, twigs and branches overwrought.
That lofty race was never won and I who stretched towards the sun
Ceased to grow and now I know that truly I am nearly done.
For such as us live fleeting lives and only grow so tall,
When willows reach a certain size our leaves begin to fall.
This is how you find me here, sick from unknown ill
And is it weak to shed a tear my mind will soon be still?
Though may I ask you sit with me and read some rhyme out loud?
Perhaps of immortality to lift this morbid cloud."
"Forgive me Willow if you would, this book of paper page,
My Reflection"Somebody help me!My Reflection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She has a knife.
She'll kill me.
Hundreds of people pass me by,
as she's killing me.
not slitting my throat,
or stabbing my heart.
Small, sharp and scarlet slices.
Doesn't anyone see?
That crazed look in her eyes.
I could write a novel just on that pain that lurks behind those lashes. She's transferred it into anger, though, as she brings her blade down on me again.
My blood spatters her face, vicious crimson on faded ivory. It drips down her cheeks; across sharp cheekbones and full lips bared over pointed teeth.
I need her to stop,
but my words seem stuck; roots grown in my lungs, fingers grasping at the walls of my throat. I can't force myself to beg, to plead for it to end.
All I can do,
Wait and hope for her to finally be done. For her to give up, satisfied with reducing me to a pile of flesh ribbons, looped around bones, dripping with my claret blood.
I plead with my eyes,
anguished and ful
I'm a klutzlook, i don't even know if you even want to chance running into me anymore. because literally, that's probably what we'll be doing. colliding. and it'll hurt.I'm a klutz4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i know that i'll somehow find a way to lose my balance and i'll probably even take you down with me. and no matter how many times we fall or how many scrapes we get on our bodies i know thats how many times i will forgive you. history will repeat itself like it always does.
in the last few months i've been tripping over all the little lies you used say to me. and in the past 731 hours and 15 minutes my mind has become so bruised from falling all over the place i've managed to spill about 2 sweet teas onto the floor and a cappuccino all over my dress at work today. and if the timing was right i know i wouldn't keep trying to leap over impossible bounds and i certainly wouldn't be spilling any good espresso in the places my abounding heart should be.
and even though my knees are black and blue and my tongue has a stale taste of fai
isolation.isolation.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond the high walls
of a barricaded world,
their unfamiliar faces
watched me breathe.
Reaching out again
against my fears within,
but this voice wilted soft
then chose not to speak.
By: Luana Lani
Black RosesThe Roses have gone black.Black Roses3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My Skin has turned blue.
It took my death.
To get over you.
Love, The BoyI think I love you.Love, The Boy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I got your letter when it fell from the sky and crashed onto my head and went straight through to my heart. I can still recite every word that you said; it's buried in my soul.
It's you and me now. I can still taste your kiss on my tongue. You tasted like freedom and touched me like rain. It was the kind of rain that you don't ever want to end. I know that your heart hurts sometimes when you see the past, but give me a chance to show you the fireflies.
The Boy Who Stole Your Heart
Please, show me the fireflies under the moon while we fish for stars in the river. You told me once that the only thing we could use for bait was my blue eyes. I want to lay on the floor with you and count our memories on our fingers and toes.
You promised me heaven and kept your word, something no one else knew how to do. I tried to run away but you followed me down the broken pavement and held me when I cried all over your favorite tee shirt.
Let's dance tonight under th
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
21 miles to be exact.
No time for calculations,
Im in a hurry.
So how about we pack up our
Necessities and you
Away with me.
Doesnt matter where we go as long
We can take our worries and insecurities and
out the window.
Watch them trail and fade behind us
On that one way road to
Destination beautiful right here in the front seat
Sunkissed shoulders and