The Scariest Ones of AllYou humans call us rotten. You call us disgusting. You call us monsters. But I ask you? If we are monsters, then what the hell are you?!!!The Scariest Ones of All6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hunt just like we do. You hurt, you maim...you kill. And you dont kill in the name of nature like us. You kill because you can. You kill even when it's not part of the plan. You murder for greed, for sex, for power. Your kind will keep on slaughtering 'til your final hour. You brand us cannibals. But you savagely consume you own too. You may not feast on flesh but you callously gorge on the faith and dreams of others. You devour the livelihoods of your sisters and brothers. You hungrily dine on tendons of integrity and smile while digesting the hearts of honesty.
You say that were dead inside, that our hearts are petrified. But youre the ones whose hearts are ridden with the larvae of apathy and hate and pumps blood that runs unbearably cold.
Zombies -- we most cert
Love Cycle Love only brings pain,Love Cycle7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pain only brings depression,
Depression can only bring suicide,
Suicide brings relief to you,
But pain to others,
Because they loved you.
Then the Love Cycle repeats itself,
Over and Over,
Again and Again.
So why do we love
It is because we can not help it,
And we all need a little bit of love in our lives,
Or our life is just a black abyss,
A meaningless void.
This is my view on life and love.
And have a miserable day.
Make it count...Make it count...Make it count...6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It was a cold evening, one of those that surprises you right after the summer days are gone, but before the autumn ones really start. I was walking, lost in the music playing in my ears, just thinking in the beat of my own steps on the hard asphalt. It wasn't late, but it was dark already and the road ahead of me was a blurry line of light and dark circles. Up ahead, one street light just died, ruining the evenness of it all.
Suddenly, a girl appeared in front of me, speeding somewhere. I watched her walking. She was smaller than me, but her steps were long and fast and I was wondering where she is going in such a hurry. Out of the dark patch a young boy stepped out. He was maybe seventeen, eighteen years old. They stopped for a second, facing each other, and then continued walking at a certain distance in front of me, blissfully unaware of my existence and the world around them as only teenagers can be. They were a fresh couple, I realized and smiled. They haven't eve
I miss your touchI miss your touchI miss your touch6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your gentle caresses,
How you would lightly
Brush your skin to mine,
Your sweet, full lips
And loaded kisses,
And powerful squeezes.
I miss your exploration,
Scouting out my body:
Every crest and valley
With your hand and kiss alike.
I miss your thrusts
and how you swelled within me,
Filled me with love,
But left me so empty.
I miss you so much.
a woman's fate - annotatedMy Fate (annotated)a woman's fate - annotated6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To marry (after all, ninety something percent of the population does)
a man ( lesbian marriage is still frowned upon)
with a perfect ( she cannot help it either)
mother and (who now expects me to live up to her role)
to have kids (as most couples do)
maybe two or three (the average is 2.2)
but perhaps four ( as did my mother, and hers)
to love them (who could resist?)
to cook ( a way to show love to my husband)
to clean ( devotion to my family)
drive the kids to dance ( this country frowns on public transportation)
and football (the boys will refuse to heed my warnings).
Perhaps never to use ( so much here goes wasted)
any college degrees (should have taken Home Ec)
never to resume my ( I felt I wouldn't)
former hobbies ( I could sing, draw, write, and sculpt)
to have no wish (that's not in the job description)
for a career ( no room between 6 and midnight for a 9 to 5).
To push back (against collapse)
and hide my feelings (they'd intrude on the hugs and kisses)
I want..I want you to pick me apart,I want..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so that you can find the love buried in me,
to know that this heart had your name tattooed on it.
I want you to slip into dreams,
so that for once I can put you on the pedestal you deserve,
and let you be the ruling power.
I want you to close my eyes,
so that I can remember the perfect moments we shared,
with so much clarity and vision.
I want you to linger with shallow pleasures,
loosing themselves like butter upon your tongue,
souvenirs of better times, of rich love.
I want to wake up and find you,
enclosed in my arms, lost in this world of shadowed light,
and linger for a moment while I stare at how perfectly our bodies align.
I want above all else one thing,
the thing the gods deem more powerful then stars,
I want your love.
birds on a wire.today i saw two birds sitting on a telephone wire and i wondered if maybe they were on a date. i wondered if i were a bird, if i would have lots of dates that we spent sitting on a telephone wire watching the clouds shape shift and watching the cars roll by, with little kids pointing out the window saying, "look mom, those two birds are sipping coffee in a cute little cafe on the telephone wire!"birds on a wire.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
of course, the wire would never be able to hold a cafe.
but i'm still stuck wondering if i will ever have a date, whether i'm a bird or not.
i wish i could tell you that i don't miss you in the type of way that makes my stomach churn, but i do. i really really do.
i miss hugging you from behind, even if you would just stand there and even if the backpack you never put in your locker got in the way. i liked being able to say i hugged you, even if you didn't like it and even if i didn't know how i felt and even if we weren't two birds sitting on a telephone wire sipping lattes at a sm
Scissors and Knives"Your saccharine ribs are so fragile."Scissors and Knives6 years ago in Horror More Like This
She tore open my chest today, with her scissors. Just because I didn't love her anymore. It's not my fault I think girls who's lives revolve around scissors and knives are total creeps. Their was so much pain though.
She examined my organs, pushing them around with one of her knives beneath my cracked ribs.
It felt like my entire chest was slowly burning. Very, very slowly.
"Did anyone ever tell you that your lungs look like diamonds?"
She spoke to me during the procedure, telling me that since I don't love her, she was surgically going to remove my heart and replace it with the mechanical heart she stored in a jar beneath her bed- where the words 'I love Meriwether' were encrusted all over. She says that I'll always love her if it's inside me.
But the sad thing is, is that I know she doesn't know how to surgically remove or apply anything to me. I'll be dead by the time she rips my heart out anyway.
"Don't you just love the way scissors t
Surviving Love"I love you"Surviving Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a silly phrase
Everyone says it
But very few know the true meaning behind it
I guess they want to say it,
Feel like they NEED to say it,
Simply to know someone cares,
At least a little
But how can you pick the real from the fake?
That's a fact
The fakes are chipper,
While the real smile,
But it's just an act
They're dying inside
They just don't want people to know
For then they would seem weak
And they've felt weak their entire life,
Because no one knows the true dangers of love
Because no one's strong enough to talk about it
If they were,
People wouldn't long for it so much
They would run away
Far, far away
When you're in love,
It tears at your soul
It eats at your body
Consuming cell after cell
Until you can't take it anymore
You bury yourself in blankets
Not because you want to,
But because you have to
These are the people you need to fear
Who may appear weak on the outside,
You waitedTo you who said no to those football friendsYou waited3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that told you to get laid with the cheerleader who 'played'
With all the other boys.
I commend you brave Soldier.
I love that you patiently waited for me, all this time.
That you were strong enough to turn away from lust's gaze.
Though you didn't know me then you loved me enough
to never to be tempted by their dark lures.
You loved me, you waited for me, you longed for me.
Even when temptation lay at your feet, you held strong.
Because to you there was nothing more precious than me.
To the old fiddlerYou sit in the corner of the worldTo the old fiddler5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On your journey with your old wooden fiddle
With a face carved by fate, tempered by time
In a body, bowed but not yet broken
Your two hands shaped by hard work and patience
And on them, ten fragile fingers are wrapped in magic
Alone, graceful, you let your fingers sing
With the melody made of ice and stars
We only gave you tiny silvery pieces
You smiled a smile worth thousands of it
Stay, please stay...and play some more for us
Work your enchanting fingers, fiddle some more
Stay, please stay...and let us listen to the beauty
The harmonic beauty of tone and truth
But you said, you cannot stay more than a while
You said you knew, time will ask you to come with it
Time will say, that the lord above wanted to hear you play
And the angels missed your tunes behind the clouds
Stay, please stay...and play some more for us
Smile your heartwarming smile just once more
Stay, please stay...and let us listen to the beauty
Don't bid your farewell and say not to
a salty wound betrayel.elevena salty wound betrayel.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it feels better than anything.
i'm standing in the kitchen as the razor meets with my skin. i cringe as salt and wound are together at last.
the next day i'm spitting up last nights vomit into the bathroom sink. i wrap my cold porcelain arms around my still naked body. i hate him. i hate me. i want to die because it would feel so much better than looking at my bruised eyes and dried blood.
he zipped up his jeans and left me abandonned in the park at two a.m. i'm on my knees and i'm coughing up blood and picking dirt and leaves out of my hair. i feel betrayed. i feel used. i feel as though i have been stripped of my clothes and thrown out in times square.
but thats only half true.
it's one a.m and i'm sitting with my hands in his hair and his fingers reaching for the button on my jeans.
i pushed him away and told him to stop - not on the first date. i'm not that kind of girl.
i probably should mention that none of that matt