The Singer, updatedHis slender, sapling body seems too frail to supportThe Singer, updated6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the weight of his precociously world weary pose.
His is the face of a child discovering debauchery,
an angel who has forsaken innocence, savouring
all the decadent compensations
of the fallen state.
He wraps himself around his guitar, his nimble
fingers weaving melodies from its loom of frets and strings.
He opens his mouth, to release his melodious voice
from its fleshy prison. The sound flies high, a bird liberated
from a dark confinement, his song a manifesto,
to celebrate his ambivalent androgyny.
BetrayalBetrayalBetrayal7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dark eyes can no longer show emotion,
I am numb to everything around me.
You were the one to make me this way,
Cold and heartless, filled with only fury.
I believed your good intentions,
I endured your playful ridicule.
I followed you with unyielding devotion,
But you were a fraud. And I? A fool.
You turned away when I needed you most,
Leaving me to a fate so horrendous.
I had lovingly given you my fragile glass heart,
But you broke it into a million pieces.
For a moment I could feel nothing
But the dull throb of ache and depression.
Then it all came crashing down on me:
The sadness, the grief, the anger, the desperation.
I realised my grave mistake,
I had let you use me as your own.
There was nothing more I could do now
Except whimper, scream, thrash and moan.
I pushed you away, shunned you out
And steeled myself for pain.
I slowly began to put my heart back together,
But it was imperfect, never again to be the same.
Now here I stand, emotionless and bitte
things they say_c.they say time runs wells dry and that passion simply cannot stand through years without bearing the wounds of the weight. they say that flames are diminished by the winds that create barriers amongst far-spread lovers. they say that hearts cannot settle in one place and needs cannot be met by single souls. they say a lot of things, a lot of doubts. they speak through chapped lips and they whisper fear into my bones. they tell me that love cannot last and that life cannot love. they speak a lot, but the way you are looking at me and the way my bones are setting on fire is telling me something different. I look your way and the only thing I hear is to hold fast to hope. hold fast.things they say_c.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The things that dance between the shadowy seams are the specters of dying dreams and the lives that fell apart beneath the weight of doubtful hearts. They've got clawing fingers and biting nails that drag through the skin and tempt down midnight trails, whispering little sins through bloodied grins as t
Taking ItTaking It4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have learned,
Throughout my life,
"Sticks and Stones" is a good motto.
I can maintain it,
I can take it.
Names don't externally influence me,
As far as the caller sees,
Lectures don't make me doubt myself,
As far as the 'teacher' sees.
But when I'm alone,
I'll choke up, cry myself empty, till the hatred evaporates.
But they won't know.
Because I can take it.
Their taunts, their lessons, their opinions,
I can take it.
But after a while,
When the taking it builds up,
And the hatred gains strength,
I can't take it,
Because I lie to myself,
I say, "Sticks and Stones,"
But sound can hurt worse than any solid material.
And I try to take it.
the soccer game.the thing is, i needthe soccer game.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the deer to mean something.
i go to the soccer game and smile
and nod while something furious
inside of me is screaming.
a deer appears while the sun
is setting and it's like a scene
from a movie: green grass and gold rays
that spread out, tingeing our feet
with one last bit of wednesday.
everyone watches the deer and makes
noises of appreciation and i look
around and i think to myself
"okay, this is it, i am happy."
the deer is watching me and i try
to decide if it's a metaphor.
i want the deer to be death, see,
to represent fucking or blacking
out or apathy or loneliness.
someone does something heroic
with a soccer ball and i watch
my hands clap together over and over.
okay, or maybe the deer is supposed
to be happy. maybe the deer
represents attending social
events and sitting with people.
maybe the deer means that
i'm ready to let go.
the girl beside me looks over
and asks if i've written any poems
lately. (that's all she knows of me,
that i write poems and
Damaged.I didn't fall in love with you,Damaged.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instead I jumped into an ocean wave.
Silence is your sharpest word.
I'm not a girl living in a pretend world
It's going to take more than a smile to prove to me that you're okay.
My heart is damaged,
Your love is a winter skyline.
Song Of My LifeYou say you feel so down everytime I turn around, and you say you should of been gone by now...Song Of My Life4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just let me say one thing. I've had enough. I've become so numb I can feel you there, I've become so tired... I've become so numb. Do you think about everything you've been through, you never thought you'd be so depressed. I'm sick of wondering... is it life or death? 'Cause on the ground I lay, motionless in pain. I can see my life flashing before my eyes. Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? Wake me up... I'm living a nightmare... and I'm on my own, think of home... memories of long ago. All alone. I can't seem to fight these feelings, I'm caught in the middle of this... Every street in this city is the same to me. Everyone's got a place to be... but there's n
desolatei want to write something bitter,desolate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sour and acidic, like the first
shudder after a taste of lemon;
i want to write of how you
kill me with every breath,
every kiss, every sporadic, treasured touch
i want to spill words onto the page
like ink out of a broken bottle,
i want to stab and wound with the fragments;
sear, scratch, pierce
but when i bring you to my mind,
i cannot conjure anger,
nor passion; only a cloud of sadness
i am unable to shake.
there are no nightmares lingering here;
only long forgotten dreams.
Of YesterdaySnow falls on the battlefieldOf Yesterday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Washing over the blood
And the old tools
As mothers come
To find their children
Laying under its cold embrace
And a little girl
Mourns for her brother
A handsome young man
Killed in the raids
But he would not let her
Pick up a weapon
Because she was weak
Because she was tired
But he can speak no more
And of the war plaguing her
As he drove his knife
At the attackers
But the knife slipped away
And struck his own heart
In the forgotten times
Dear Diary I -FULL-Dear Diary,Dear Diary I -FULL-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hate writing things and you know it, but Mrs. O'Malley said I had to. However, I am not doing this just for her; I'm doing it for you, you stupid journal. I've had you in my desk drawer for a year now and I think it'd be fit that you get some crap written down for ya.
'Kay, so I have to write what happened today, right? Yeah. Um, let's see. Some new guy my age moved in next door and he's super cute. He dresses like a prep, but his hair looks emo. Weird combo, right? I know! I don't know his name yet, but this is, like, the beginning of summer vacation so maybe I can get to be his buddy before the Barbies eat him! Or the Emo kids. Don't get me wrong, I dress like the Emo kids myself, but some of them actually DO cut themselves and have really bratty attitudes and might convert his social status to EMO-CORNER before the Barbies even get a hold of him.
You know what? I saw the guy's parents just pull out of the driveway. I think Imma go knock on his door. I SHALL GET
PleaseI'm bashing on your doorPlease3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights are on
I know you're in there
Why won't you open up to me?
Please, I just want to help
I know it's cold outside
You're worried that if you come out
You'll get frostbite
But I'm there to loan you my coat
So please, I just want to help
You've been hurt to many times
You're hiding in your fortress of cynicism and sarcasm
But I can see you through the window
I can see the real you
Please, I won't judge for being who you really are
Cinderella is a Prince: Ch 10 (M/M)Chapter Ten - My First DateCinderella is a Prince: Ch 10 (M/M)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I did it. I asked him out.
And he accepted.
Unfortunately, we didn't get to spend any more time talking since Will had to get back home and I had work to get to, but we did exchange numbers, of course. However, the first number I dialled was Charlotte's.
"Guess who's got a date?"
I groaned in frustration. "Could you possibly be any more self-absorbed? It's me!"
I heard a faint giggle from the other line and then she spoke up, "With Cendrillon?"
" Yes. Please stop calling him that."
"It wasn't against his will, right?"
"Goddamn it, woman. I thought you'd be more supportive," I grumbled.
She laughed again, a bit louder this time. "Jokes aside, where are you planning on taking him? Unless you're wearing the skirt in this relationship."
"Hell, no," I growled as I waved for the bus and fumbled in my pockets for my Oyster card. "Actually, I'm not sure yet as to where I'll be taking him. Any ideas?"
"How about a French restaurant?
Tree Of Rotshe is but theTree Of Rot3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(once upon a time)
is now the
she was once
InfinityWe've grown together,Infinity4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Like Carolina jasmine
Around a guidepost.
don't.need.youi. i use to think you were an angel, you know? one of those god sends from above, and as our friendship began to blossom, you started showering me with those cute little text messages saying how i was beautiful, and doing all you could to brainwash me into seeing right through your lies. well, believe me, i now know...don't.need.you4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
[love is blind]
ii. i wasn't ready for a committed relationship, but you never gave up on me. you always came back, and i couldn't understand why? we barely knew each other, and reflecting back on it today...i realize there were two sides to you, and i don't know which one i prefer. when we first met, my oh my, those baby blues were the most gorgeous thing i've ever laid my eyes on. but that's the thing about beautiful things? sometimes what's underneath the exterior is truly nothing but a big knot of nothing but ugliness
iii. one thing i will never fo
Congested Quarrel--C.blunted pencil, bloody knucklesCongested Quarrel--C.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
words written again and
again. paper, wood,
your canvas knows no
on your way down the hall
in search of gauze
and higher enlightenment,
the glare of sticky red
on a glinting silver backdrop
catches your eye:
a mantra on the mirror
reminding you to take it
one breath, one muse, at a time.
but you blatantly ignore
your own advice, instead
listening to the voices that
in your head –
screaming for you
to write, draw,
character profiles, portrait
palettes, and phantom poems beg
for the mercy of your attention;
slipping lace curtains away from
your bedroom window, you watch
the shadows of crows flit
over snowy lawns
and try to find
instead you find a
cacophony of sounds
the window is shut and
leaving you choking
on your own
shut in, the icicle
spiderwebs are creeping
toward the sill, and your
veins, your chest
the ten word break-up.I only wish I had the heartthe ten word break-up.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
to break yours.
Word Prompt: RegretI regret nothing but you, sweetheart.Word Prompt: Regret2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
parched. starving.you can’t quench my thirst,parched. starving.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
feeling I am cursed.
we are unrehearsed
for this poem: verse.
to practice it first.
my time has reversed.
i am going to burst
just like an unversed
when we are submersed
we find untraversed
we fall in headfirst.
you can’t quench my thirst.
i’m a universe.
you are a cloud-burst
fighting through the worst
sorts of interspersed
but this is the first
feeling -- i am cursed.
we become dispersed.
i am unreversed,
starting to traverse
your own universe
feeling i am cursed.
you can’t quench my thirst.
NecktieWhen going to a hangingNecktie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One must dress nicely
Trousers with buttons
A clean shirt
And a loose necktie
Yes, a necktie will
Do very well
When you're watching
Your fellow mates
Hang from the gallows
But they couldn't
Ever catch you
No, never catch you
After that not quite
Beautiful and sunny day
Where you lost him
But you were never caught
You even had time
To buy your necktie
As they searched
By the reflection
Of the candlelight
Under the full moon
But those vulgar men
Were such fools
They were not gentlemen
As they were missing
Their only neckties
That one must wear
To look proper
So tell yourself
Just how important
A necktie can be
As you finally join hands
With those hanged mates
While you're in
The tightly knit
Clutches of hate
But there might be
Some loose holes
For you and your mates
To search for your traitor
That sparked the hate
And without him
There would never be
Any kind of use
For a handsome necktie
Can you cry in space?Once you venture into the jarCan you cry in space?1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's no place left.
Light years close in on me.
Each vein restricts, the heart
beats backwards, hair snaking;
gasping, tears like glass beads
quivering in the void
around me and within,
feeling my eyes bulge and bleed,
turning to ruby gems
with sharp angles,
threading with my tears,
coiling around my neck and hands,
trying to fend them off.
Am I in a clinical waiting room
in a hell afloat, which has already
seen and been the death of me.
Through a portal, solar flare
rotating as the capsule
The only sound left:
the broken static from Houston.
Shaping Thin (DFC 2014)The monsterShaping Thin (DFC 2014)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lurks, a masked impostor
laying claim to space beneath warm skin.
She stays locked 'tween my ribs, my hidden conjoined twin--
raking long nails across sharp bones, shaping me thin.
I beg and I scream. "Please let me be!"
But such strong doubts don't leave.
She is me.