They Call Her Umbra
Umbra. They call her Umbra, for it is the darkest part of a shadow. A shadow is dark enough itself, without adding the darkest part of it. She is confined within a glass dome, small enough to sit in the palm of ones hand. Distinguished by her large elf-like ears, naturally tattooed body, and unusually long eyelashes, Umbra is an exotic, one-of-a-kind creature. Unlike her name, her skin is more pale than a white dove, but with hair more black than a raven.
Placed in a jar, she always will be.
Away from the world, hidden is she.
No one who helps,
Nowhere to go,
Locked up tight forever, I daresay it is so.
A young creature she be,
Born with special enchantment.
A witch became jealous,
Wanting powers enhancement.
Capturing the innocent,
The witch hid her away,
From life, the world, and light of the day.
Day after day the little one cried.
After realizing no one could hear,
She did wipe her eyes.
There was nothing she could do,
It was beyond her powers.
SuicideShe was artsy.Suicide4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was odd.
She was a victim of the mob.
No one liked her.
No one cared.
They'd make fun or sit and stare.
She didn't cry.
She didn't fight.
She just let them take her rights.
A month went on,
And then one more.
All of their ridicules, alone she bore.
It all built up,
Until one night.
The "bulb" went off- she saw false light.
She chose her fate,
Then and there.
No one would miss her, since no one cared.
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
Schizophreniavoices, voicesSchizophrenia4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
they're in my head
they haunt me down
i scream and yell
but they don't go away
i plead and beg
night and day
flooding my ears
i go hysterical
i begin shedding tears
grunting in frustration
anger rushes through my veins
i want to be in control
but i cant seem to grab the reigns
everywhere i go
fear sets in
my panic shows
what is this curse
it besets me forever
i want to be normal
but i wont, no never
Now, Forever, and AlwaysHold my face in your hands,Now, Forever, and Always2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those big, strong hands.
Me feel so safe and secure,
like nothing can break me again.
Now hold my heart,
which beats faster and faster as you caress my skin.
Forever soothes my soul,
my broken soul
And now I am sure of one thing,
that I will love you
SuicideThere once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature ofteSuicide7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
SuicideMy dreams fall,Suicide8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my life is shattered,
into the glass of life.
I got the rope,
i have the chair,
now the only thing i need is hope.
Now I sit down
washing my fears away,
re-thinking of what is gonna happen.
Will they miss me,
will they even care,
will they know that I'm even gone?
I know it now,
what i must do,
what lies in store for me,
They never loved me,
they always picked on me,
so why would they care?
now i wipe my tears away,
slicing my wrist,
wincing in pain.
I stand on a chair,
Re-thinking of it all,
Now glad what i am doing.
Putt the rope around my neck,
wipe my tears of fear away,
kicking the chair away.
Now i hang,
my body lifeless,
knowing i have done the right thing.
They never cared,
the ones who did,
never showed emotion.
Now i am somewhere,
where people actually care,
that's why i have done,
SuicideA Locked Door,Suicide6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A Rusty Razor,
A Towel Stained With Red,
A Folded Note On The Floor,
A Broken Mirror,
A Young Girl Lays Their Dead.
Their Emotions In A Tangle,
The Room Begins To Swirl,
She Was Mom's Perfect Angel,
And Daddy's Little Girl...
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.Do you know the taste of the universe?10 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a long time to you, and eventually you sneak a look at the crying man who smells like Portland and loneliness, and he sees you. He leans down until you can see the red lines in his eyes and he whispers to you.
“Do you know the taste of the universe?”
And you look up at him with your little-girl eyes and shake your head because you can’t
I Do Not Give UpYou asked.I Do Not Give Up4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You said, "Go run a mile."
So I ran two.
If you expect perfection,
you will always lose.
You will lose at the game of life.
I can not give perfection,
so I do not bother to offer it.
I do go the extra mile.
Life is not about meeting expectations,
but rather aiming higher than mediocre.
Perfection is not meeting those higher-than-average expectations.
Perfection is an internal thing.
Perfection is aiming high just because you know you can.</i>
Perfection is trying, even though it is impossible to reach the goal.
You say, "Go run a mile."
I will go run two.
Diary of a CutterMy mind is confused, drained to the max.Diary of a Cutter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Life is hell and I can't relax.
Some days I cry, some days I scream.
I no longer remember how to dream.
My skies are dark, far from light blue.
The rainclouds are constant, just like my doom.
No one understands, no one cares.
This can't be cured with a hug or teddy bears.
So I pick you up, my trusted friend.
I think it's time to bond, once again.
Make your brand, harmonize with my skin.
No one can free me from this sin.