ObsessionYou are my obsession.Obsession7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
He can't be goneLying down peacefully in this bedHe can't be gone7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a sleeping butterfly
His perfume still embalms the room.
His relatives' tears are resounding
I was told there is nothing much to do
I was told he didn't suffer at all.
He can't be gone.
Yet, I can see him smiling
His loveliness as unrealistic as usual.
Naive people tried to comfort me
How could they understand
Our relationship was outstanding.
Why can't I do anything
Except silently crying.
Yet, I'm sure he is staring at me.
Why is my mind so gelid.
When I'm reflecting everything we shared
More memories than if we've lived a thousand years
I will never, ever find someone like him
Able to understand my very soul.
Tears won't definitely stop running on my cheeks.
God, take my life instead
This world has no use of my soul.
Even eternity would have been too short for us.
I feel worthless, pathetic...
...And especially empty.
I don't care for this world anymore.
Don't leave me
I beg you
I need you
You gave my life a meaning
I would have rather died a m
Dream MachineI wish there was a machine,Dream Machine4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could turn any dream I wanted,
Because the world should preach fairness,
And rebellious attitudes.
So that children could learn justice,
I wish there was a machine,
That could make my dreams come true.
Because she deserves that job,
And he should go to school.
So that our eyes would be color blind,
And our ears,
Deaf to lies.
I think that when I sleep tonight,
And if I really, really tried,
I could dream a dream where the Dream Machine,
And in that little dream,
Its powers would be so strong,
That in the morning,
When I wake up,
The rain won't ever fall.
Why I Write.I write for the silent oneWhy I Write.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one afraid to utter words
I write for black shrouds and sorrow
And funeral clothing
I write for the lost time
That slipped from a bottle
I write when I feel doubt
Washing down my throat in a torrent
I write for first love
For the red string tying hearts together
I write for fear of crashing planes
And of being lonely and forgotten
I write for teardrops staining pillowcases
At the stroke of a broken heart
I write for the past, present, and future
For horrid reality and rotten fiction
I write for suppressed fury
And for a resilient will to move forward
I write for paper cuts and razor blades
And subcutaneous scarring
I write for the inner demons that humans harbor
And for the occasional angel in the gutter
I write for that one rude comment
That nearly made me come undone
I write so that you’ll understand
My side of this meandering story
I write for you and my lover
And for the occasional stranger
I write for myself.
I hope you’ll understand now.
Ode To SilenceRemember the songs of silenceOde To Silence8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That have serenaded your life
With unexpected beauty
The moist crawling footsteps of fog
Embracing your whole environs
Caressing each inch of your skin
And not a creature is speaking
The soft soundless flight of the owl
Commands the night with airborne stealth
Each movement of his wings brings forth
Profound verse not meant to be heard
How quiet is the moon tonight
Its light gliding down to the earth
Silently reducing the world
To simple shades of black and white
The vim of the cemetery
Is felt so much more potently
When voices are left without use
And when words cannot be uttered
Oh, the poetry of silence
Have you let it sweeten your life
As an act of worship to God?
Teguh Oesman.Mount Grayson University is a very prominent University well-known for their Political Science Program. Many politicians and activists have graduated from this university and went on to have very successful careers. You can see this when you enter the Counseling Center; pictures of senators and lobbyists adorned the walls like a family would decorate their living room. Occasionally you would see a space where a frame once resided, to avoid public media due to a recent tabloid scandal or when the wealthy official refused to donate any money. The spots would never be filled but instead just exposed the discolored concrete walls that held cheap, white paint.Teguh Oesman.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A requirement of graduating with a Political Science degree means that a student must complete forty hours of working with a campaign, and after the sanctioning of ALACORP by the government, it left a lot of activist organizations to work with: most for the equality between the apes and humans. I had my own volunteer responsibil
The Rules of FlyingThe Rules of Flying:The Rules of Flying7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
No#1: Don’t Fly Too High:
If you allow yourself to achieve a great height, there will only be enough air left for you to fall. Stay at a constant pace, don’t allow your head to float above the clouds.
Another juxtaposing comment upon rule 1 of flying, do not fly too close to the ground, to let creatures pull you down.
No#2: Avoid Trees:
While flying to your destination, many obstacles may get in your way, clipping a few branches may be fine for you depending on your strength. But always avoid the trunks of these obstacles, they will end your flight abruptly and you may not reach your destination in one piece.
This also applies to aeroplanes and other birds.
No#3: Don’t Flap Your Wings Too Much:
Although flapping your wings is necessary to achieve the height you require to succeed and complete your flight. Flapping unnecessarily only leaves you too tired to complete your journey.
Remember to flap your wings only when needed. Do not let another bird
What have you done?"Worthless being, you don't deserve anybody's affection."What have you done?6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"...I already know."
He was holding his heavy head
Full of shame and lies instead
Tears wanted to flee but were stuck
His body motionless as a trunk
"You hurt her terribly this time, you silly moron."
"...Oh shut your mouth."
"She was kind and blind enough to love you, and yet..."
Slowly realizing what he has done
This petty mind was torn
From any sane mental state he flew
Painfully raising the head anew
"...You're pissing me off."
"And yet, you screwed everything she has brought you."
"...Stop talking, you piece of trash."
The gaze abnormally empty
Darkness surrounding him as a krone
World has become hostile so quickly
In his dreary room, alone
"...I should really stop talking to myself."
The Life Cycle of EmotionsAnger.The Life Cycle of Emotions7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It’s the stirring of the pot,
The flash of a spark,
The reason we fought,
It was what hit the mark
Of our vulnerability.
We do our best to hide,
Deep inside it is concealed.
Even if it is just in our mind,
It shall go into the field
Of secrets and regrets.
It haunts our every day
And our every night
With the promise that it may
Fly as high as a kite
Into the sky of our sorrow.
It is the rain that falls from the sky
Into our already drowning hearts,
It trickles down our eyes
And makes our feeling tart,
From the happiness we felt before.
Sun glistening on the water
And multicolored beach balls.
Fear it does slaughter
And with its own personal
Touch it graces you with love.
Can be as harsh and cold as metal,
Or as fragile as a butterfly’s wing.
As fleeting as wind carrying a petal
Or memorable like a bee sting.
Love knows no one emotion,
It can bring joy, or it can hurt.
Constant stabbing pain,
Never ending carousel
A Thief's SongThe time is rightA Thief's Song7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to pull this scheme
And steal tonight
Something of value
Something of worth
Something of silver
Something of gold
The nobles are clueless
Their loot is out in the open
they are so foolish
leaving their treasure for me
You'll curse my name
search for me high and low
I'll never be tamed
for I'll steal when you're not there
A Real Love Storyit was always a thing to be in loveA Real Love Story7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
rolling up the windows and having the hormones rage
where as my mystery person was in a land far away
like in the fairy tales, I quite liked fairytales
but all my friends would crash and burn
even my sister would soon lament
while I was telling myself I had found the real thing
I should have known better, but the real
was creeping up on me
little by little, till I didn’t realize I was a goner
do you know what it’s like falling into a hole
and only realizing when you’ve hit the bottom
that you’ve fallen? I bet you don’t
stuck, that’s what I was
I’ve been stuck ever since,
finally following the fashion trend of love
only it wasn’t puppy love, wish it was
fireworks for a few months then back to the beat again
but it was real
when it’s real, it’s like life
bitter, harsh, hard, with its few moments of happiness
just like life, those few moments are worth
the yelling, the fightin
Burdened With WritingSometimes I feel the colossal weight upon my shoulders whenever people regard me with such deep reverence in their eager shines. Writing – an amazing gift to weave tales of imagination with just a flick of a pen across fresh papers of a new notebook. Little do people know that writing can be a double edged sword at the best of times, especially when you’re thrown into a chaotic den where you’re surrounded by people wanting you to write something for them.Burdened With Writing7 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A wise old man once gave me some useful advice, truthful words that still remain in my mind even until this day. He told me this: “Do not get yourself caught in a trap where you write for someone’s entertainment. The art of writing itself should be used as a simple instrument; you should write for your own enjoyment and pleasure.”
I was only a young girl when that happened, around eight years old. And yet if he were to see me right now, I could only imagine him being so disappointed with how I turne
10 Things I Tell Myself to be Happy1. I am original. I will always be the only copy of myself in this universe.10 Things I Tell Myself to be Happy7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
2. I can be who I want to be. No one has to force me to go in a certain direction or act a certain way.
3. I can love someone. There is someone willing to love me as I love them. It could take time and effort to find love but like many things it's nevertheless possible.
4. I can get a pet or help out with animal groups if people don't work out. At least pets don't judge me like a human does!
5. I can make a difference in the world. Right now, I can think of giving back, donating, volunteering, or just respecting others to benefit the world including myself. Best of all, there's probably an inumerable ways I can benefit the world. I can also use my hobbies or interests to accomplish what I want in a positive way.
6. I don't have to listen to something someone said or even my own thoughts. I should try to understand them but If I believe something will hurt me, then I h
This Is The EndThis is the end, my dear, my love, my darling,This Is The End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the end where I depart.
I have done enough,
To not deserve this part.
Where did we go wrong?
What words did I say,
For this act to fall apart.
This is the end, my dear, my love, my darling,
Where the sun dies into night,
And mists dwell in hazel light.
We have had a good time,
Basking in the cool summertime;
Air, all that we know is,
This is the end, my dear, my love, my darling,
How I loved you, and you loved me.
Woman you made me cry,
When I had to walk away,
And to see you stand there;
With tears in your,
Sad, sad eyes.
This is the end, my dear, my love, my darling,
You made me angry with those,
Dulcet tones you said you'd never,
Let me go: forever we part.
© James Nankervis August 6th 2011
Alone In The Darksitting in my chairAlone In The Dark7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with the streets all a glow
looking at life
happening down below
they are all dancing
each with their own moves
the street lamps flicker
with a disco like grove
they are living their lives
without glancing my way
so much movement down there
that my eyes go astray
I close them for a moment
till my vision's regained
as the whole seen just vanishes
like an unwritten refrain
my brain plays it's tricks
deep in my mind
to my eyes it depicts
those moments long ago
next to a similar chair
next to my lost love
that scene would I share
no longer here
are the lively night glow
no longer here
is the smile I know
just a window at night
with a scene of a park
next to an empty chair
alone, in the dark.
BombardmentBombardment7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone knew there were people. They said hello to their family in the morning. They went to work and got lost in their thoughts. They came home and went about their business.
It was around this time somebody discovered the sound. He started playing it, and, finding it mildly better than the usual silence, he took it with him. Over time, the noise got louder. It prevented the man from thinking, but it was still better than silence, so he kept it around.
The sound grew even louder, and it spread out across the world. Now, people couldnt talk anymore. There was no way to communicate. There was no way to think. The only thing that echoed through peoples heads was the sound. That, however, wasnt enough.
Soon, the sound took on a visual form. It was a spastic ball of energy, bouncing around, constantly bombarding peoples eyes, trying to get the worlds attention. It was doing remarkably well.
There was no thinking. There was no hearing. There was no seeing. If it was
Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lostLucifer and Visitor10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon a stone in exile deep
Beneath the great Earth’s hardened crust
Where fires rage inside the sea
Much too far for father sky
To see the rock where The Devil lie
As he lamented, sullen, weary
Expression that of sorrow true
A Thing appeared, and very clearly
Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb
The grin that danced upon his face
Found hell to be the quaintest place
The thing approached and asked him kindly,
“Why do you mourn your banishment?
All the land above I do see
But I’ve never seen an armament
So well hidden from my mighty eyes
Which see all things as they live and die
For I grow restless by the day
When I see the angels serve
And humans so engaged in play
Unaware that they deserve
For my wrathful hand to crush them quick
And maintain that they had asked for it
I was there for heaven’s birth
A burst of light in infinity
I’d have watched it grow, but- for what it’s worth-
I found the whole thing uninter
If Only She KnewIf only she knewIf Only She Knew7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I sit alone at night
Drinking by myself
Thinking about her
Wishing she was mine
If only she knew
That I'll never be alright
Going through this hell
Till my eyes begin to blur
And I only see her in my mind
If only she knew
That the hardest part of my day
Is when I think about her lips
Sliding through his skin
As he moves in for the kiss
Think about his hand
starting to caress her cheeks
They both gasp for air
though no one speaks
And her eyes can't seem to look away from his
If only she knew
That that's the hardest part
Knowing that she's his
Knowing that her gorgeous lips
are only his to kiss
And that her beautiful eyes
Are looking right through me
Knowing that I'm nothing to her
And that I'll never be
If only she knew
That she leaves me Paralized
When she looks me with her eyes
It feels so cold
Yet I feel so alive
If only she would realize
That without her my heart cries
It's hard to beat, though it still tries
If only she knew
The pain of getting lost within her
The Terror of the NorthWhen the young woman extinguished the flames from her body and leapt to the edge of the stage to take a bow, the only member of the audience who did not rise and clap was Keizen. He remained in his seat, arms crossed and a detached expression on his face that could have passed for boredom. No one else seemed to notice. The mage beamed and withdrew a bright red handkerchief from some mysterious hiding spot on her skimpy outfit and wiped her dark forehead. A male assistant, also dressed in a flashy version of the traditional garb of one of the southern countries, appeared onstage with a glass of water. The crowd broke up, some drifting off to watch the next act, others to approach the stage. The woman sipped her drink and chatted with her fans in a voice as full of sunshine as her smile.The Terror of the North2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Keizen retraced his steps to the wooden post near the entrance of the sideshow which listed the day's events. After that performance he was seriously considering leaving early. Mages and daredevils were
How it all StartedA long time ago, before the sun shined or the moon rose, before the stars twinkled and the birds called, there was a storm.How it all Started7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
This storm was the biggest ever seen, huge black clouds gathered in the sky burning with hot thunder and angry lightning. It twisted and turned, leaving a mangled landscape in its wake.
No matter where the storm hit, no matter whom it devastated, the storm never calmed. It became a restless burden on the earth, destroying her beautiful creatures and creations.
Soon the earth called upon the Ocean and the Sky, begging them for help. She asked them to destroy the storm to stop its endless rampage.
So the Sky summoned his strongest winds, while the Ocean gathered her most powerful waves to pursue the storm. Working together, they destroyed it.
The Skies winds smashed into the storms clouds, shattering them like glass and sending the glowing pieces in every direction. These pieces were soon to be called the stars.
The Oceans waves crashed over the storms body, casting
Remember WhenRemember, rememberRemember When6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the first days of September,
when the breeze was
still cool and tender
Red leaves twirled around your dress,
as we danced in ultimate bliss.
and amidst the wind i stole a kiss
something I never thought I'd miss
But as the Autumn faded away,
our love gradually swayed,
much to our painful dismay,
we could no longer stay
At the city lights I look and sigh,
mourning the memory of what's gone by
and not a single day passes by
without regretting the word goodbye.
The oceanCan you hear the surf?The ocean9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This everlasting sound.
I can hear it all around me,
It surrounds me.
First a little whispering,
Suddenly powerful and like a lions roar.
Do you smell the salty blossom?
This wild perfume.
I could smell it everyday,
If I'd visit the bay.
Sometimes just a breeze,
Then a scent screaming out the waves.
Can you feel the spume on your face?
This flattering hand.
I want to feel it gently,
It touches me so friendly.
Initially a warm caress,
At least almost a strike.
The ocean the water the endless sea.
Spring Leaf (1/4)Celine remembered that night as an outstanding oneSpring Leaf (1/4)6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alcohol's traitorous climbing had already begun
Rhythmic and noisy vibrations attacking her eardrums.
She wonders who was that cutie emptying his glass
Drunkness moved her legs to him, flickering
Puke on your crush is definitely not a decent greeting.
Gabriel actually found it cute, but a bit smelling,
He took care of her as if they were sibling.
...Time proceeded, two souls were having fun
Seeds of love sure have grown under the sun
From their laughs and grins, flowers of happiness bloomed.
Windy night under the stars, a first kiss happened.
The Blossoms And The WindShe wore a dress of blossoms.The Blossoms And The Wind1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like lightly colored snow
Hanging from life’s rooftop,
She calmly lets it go.
Plunging to the ground
Without a scream
or keening sound,
Only the impact resounds.
Blossoms fall around her,
Abandoned in the fall.
Blood flows and seeps,
And begins to taint them all.
Her eyes are glazed black,
Her body broken and cracked.
Resembling a twisted tree,
With nothing left intact.
She lifts her head and smiles at me.
She’s killed herself again...
She dissolves into blossoms,
Which float around my head.
Lightly blushed in scarlet,
With the fragrance of the dead.
She floats up to the rooftop,
Where I last saw her breathe.
Wearing a dress of blossoms,
And a white dandelion wreathe.
She stands up on the ledge,
Gently swaying at the edge.
She offers me her hand
Once again she calls,
And now I understand
She’s Inviting me to fall.
But I look away in disgust
As she’s carried down with a gust