I KnowI know that you need spaceI Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time away from everything
So you can find your place
I know that you still think about me
Some small thing we used to do may trigger a memory
Remind you of how things used to be
I know that you still care
You're good at hiding how you feel
But maybe something is still there
I know there are a lot of things you don't know
Life can be overwhelming
I'm sure you'll go far, though
I also know that you will always have a special place in my heart
We might not be together
Friendship may be a good place to start
How Are YouHow Are You2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"So how are you?"
Brightly, like neon nails
She polished while talking
The girl looked up
We called her Goth
She called us nothing
Her nails were bitten raw
She looked up
And her heart snapped open
"Well," she whispered
(She always whispered)
Not bad, not good
In between maybe
Yesterday, I got a "D"
On a paper I didn't finish
Because I stayed up the night before
Listening to my mom
Hit my brother
I wear my hair in my face
Because I'm hiding a bruise
I've never told anyone that
Last night, I cut myself for the first time
Not to kill myself
That might come later
But I wanted to know if I could
Really, truly bleed
And that life hadn't sucked it out
I keep the bag of razors hidden
Safe, under my desk
You and your friends call it "pot"
I've never told anyone that, either
Two years ago, I was tortured just
Two streets from my house
Scarred, but not the surface
Broken, but not the bones
I spent a month in the hospital
And no one sent cards
You and your friend
Loving to Hate LoveI love you with all the hate I can muster. Your beautiful face makes me sick. Within your intelligent eyes I see nothing but density. You have become so old fashioned in your ways that you are modern. Your soft hair is greasy with lies and your foul mouth rots with delicateness.Loving to Hate Love3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.
The Road Of YesterdayThe Road Of Yesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Road Of Yesterday
These closed eyes have wept
Over the pain that I've kept
Realizing I'll always be far from perfect
I'm tired- just too tired
A moment of peace is all that I desire
Too long have I tried; too long have I suffered
I just want to collapse
And let these be my last footsteps
Allow me to give up this life that I want to forget
I've always been out of breath
But I still continued to tread
And I feared to look in the eyes of death
I'm sore- just so sore
A final sunset is what I selfishly yearn
Too long have I endured; too long have I resided within the eye of the storm
I refuse to ultimately break
I don't want to believe in the flaws of my faith
I won't be swallowed by this void that I have made
As I reach the end of my despair
I realized that life's fissures can be repaired
And when I shed that last tear I let go
Hellish ConscienceConscience is the worst kind of hellHellish Conscience2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It eats you alive
Making you remember all the wrong things you did
Keeping you from sleeping
Not letting you relax.
It tortures you with those voices in your head
Screaming at you
Calling you names.
It becomes unbearable
You can't even look at yourself in the mirror
With the guilt marked in your face and despair in your eyes
With your body defeated by remorse.
Conscience is the worst kind of hell
There's no escape from it
Monster in Minor.Existing to smile,Monster in Minor.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have cried - in order to reveal, or was it to hide?
My answer lies buried 10ft deep..
Ssh hold still!
..You might wake it from its sleep..
I have tried - to reach the big starry skies,
while everything below me died.
The memory of the monster within
prevailing in both ev
I am so brittleI am so brittle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am so brittle I could crack
and fall in pieces at your feet.
Sweep me off into the corner -
all I want to do is sleep.
I am so hollow I could melt
into a smaller puddle than
you might expect to see.
No need to step on me -
I only want to sleep.
Is there a code I have to crack,
is there a solid I should melt?
Give me the key and raise the heat -
let me sleep!
sorryhe gave back all my poemssorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
told me he wouldn't need them
sent back all my letters
said he didn't read them
BurningBurning3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is this fire
within me now?
Is it contained,
will it break out?
How can I sleep
when I must keep
Gift of the night,
play of the light.
What will not burn,
that I will learn.
Morning will come
when I am done
What will this fire
be in the day?
Out of the night,
something will stay.
I will show,
you may know
Eternal AnguishEternal Anguish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I despise what you do to me, and how you rip my heart apart piece by piece.
Sitting there, you watch me bleed eternally ,and yet I keep coming back for more. I feel the pain at my very core.
Is it the nostalgia, loneliness or your embrace I crave? Like poison, you slowly kill me from the inside out little by little. Is this what a familar taste of poison is? I've cried countless tears in your name and sake for what seems like an eternity. Wallowing in Agony and self-pity I continue to call out for you. Why is it that I keep coming back for more?
Someone please help me to let it all go, and pick of the shattered pieces of my soul you left in your wake. Will I ever be saved?
Just Visiting: Chapter NineChapter NineJust Visiting: Chapter Nine2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1 Month Later
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- The Ranch Akiko's Point of View
This was it my wedding day
The butterflies in my stomach wouldn't go away, and I was panicked. There was so much more work involved with weddings than I could have imagined, but I was told to just keep calm. Everyone told me they had it under control, saying that it was just going to be a simple, elegant wedding.
A lot had happened in a month. I didn't get a bachelorette party, but instead a large picnic with all my friends, that weren't guys. Nick said she had some special news she wanted to share but wouldn't say until after the wedding, when things had calmed down.
I looked at the mirror for the fifth time, seeing myself in a crisp white gown, simple yet elegant. I smoothed out the invisible wrinkles and played with my hair for the hundredth time that day, trying to make it just right.
I also had a veil, and a bouquet. I chose lilies for my bouquet and a small ve
Nothing More PerfectNothing More Perfect2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two lives so apart
But I'll never forget
There's nothing more perfect
Than the day that we met.
I still feel the scars
But love you all the while
There's nothing more perfect
Than the way that you smile.
You blush when I'm near
But you cannot disguise
There's nothing more perfect
Than the glow in your eyes.
Because of your friendship
I finally see
There's nothing more perfect
Than what you did for me.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 1He had been watching her for some time, confident that he was well hidden from view to avoid any unexpected surprises for his guest. Found entirely by accident, her presence now had a purpose. His lips curled into a smile in the darkness, intently observing her every moment as she tossed in her sleep.Mias and Elle - Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He blinked several times as she made a soft sound and her eyes slowly opened. She perplexed him. There was nothing extraordinary about her; just an ordinary girl. Yet, when he looked at her, there was something terribly captivating about her. Ordinary, but not of his world, which seemed a perfectly good enough reason for a man of his power to take her. But he had no need to explain himself; he did not need to justify his actions to himself or anyone. He wanted her; it was as simple as that. And he would have her.
Suddenly, the balcony doors flung open and the sunlight came cascading down around her. Her hair fluttered lightly with the breeze that rushed in, and the way that her skin
As something to remember me by"I promise you, I have never lied to you." he was flustered. He wanted her to stay with him. He loved her , but she continued to back away from him. Fear was evident on her face. She was terrified of him, and that made his heart ache in agony. He had never done anything to harm her. Why was she so frightened of him now?As something to remember me by5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She turned away from him and began to walk away. He wouldn't let her go. He couldn't let her go. It would her too much. He made to grab her to attempt to convince her to stay, but she yanked her arm out of his grip before he had a solid hold on it.
She turned around and glared him straight in the eye. He could read more of her emotions this time. There was hurt and distrust, along with an enormous amount of anger. What did he do to upset her? Why was she mistrusting him so?
"What?" she practically shouted at him. She knew that she shouldn't be feeling so hurt, so betrayed. It was stupid of her to get involved with someone in the first place. She knew she wouldn't
It's That Easy"You're beautiful."It's That Easy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"... Wait, that's all? You're not going to deny it?"
"But... but you're not going to tell me that I'm blind, and that you're not all that beautiful?"
"Oh, well that was easy."
"... You're weird."
MarionettesThe old woman finished her last two marionettes and laid down the tiny paintbrush for the last time, her pale cream hands with soft blue veins spidering the back of her slightly wrinkled hands, finally given reprieve. No more would those arthritis ridden hands, nimble even in old age, again paint or create marionettes. These last two were her finest carved and painted creations ever. Sky blue eyes that were beginning to cloud over with blindness glittered with happiness. She caressed the small marionette's painted black hair.Marionettes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bringing him close she blew into his face, the wood growing resplendent, sunshine seeming to make it softly glow.
"I gift thee with my breath the exuberance of summer that is busy with life." She whispered before slender deft fingers tied fishing line around his neck before laying him down on the mahogany desk. Picking up the other puppet, this one taller than the other, she also blew a stream of air into his face though her breath was now as cold as the harsh win
False TrialHe hates this place,False Trial3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To them he is a disgrace.
He looks around,
Then down at the ground.
Not guilty of the crime,
Wrong place, wrong time.
A tear rolls down his face,
This shouldnt be his case.
They shove him in the small room,
There he waits for his doom.
He closes his eyes so he wont see.
He thinks "this shouldnt be me."
He didnt hurt that helpless child,
He was just a witness at the while.
He tryed to save her because she was hurt,
And her blood got stained onto his shirt.
He has to die for a mistake,
He knows he didnt make.
One, two, three he closes his eyes,
Feels the shock, then dies...
AdieuI walked into your bedroomAdieu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
longing to see your face
But instead of seeing you
there was a body in your place
your eyes had faded from that beautiful color I once knew
I shook your shoulders
trying to wake you
But there was nothing I could do
A tear fell from my cheek and seeped onto your lips
I knelt down and gave you one last heartfelt kiss
As I got up from your side
and turned around to leave
I turned around once more
hopeing my eyes were being decieved.
It had only been one minute
but I already missed your embrace
so I layed down beside you
and waited for the memory to be erased
If you could die right at that moment
then so could I to
because I cannot live in this world without you.
Dreaming Out LoudHer dreams were drowned in reality.Dreaming Out Loud3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
juniabandaging your heart,junia3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the weeping of your soft skin
tied closed with poems.
Book CollectionsSame but different,Book Collections3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each book held something new
though the text never grew.
I have a million books
but only one story,
the ink speaks to me
with the beauty of a heavenly glory.
The rustle of old
with the crinkle of new,
and the pages have yellowed;
it was once a baby,
but you never knew.
The mountains of their beauty
have caved me in,
only asking to be read once again.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 4Wiping the drying blood from his upper lip, Mias actually found himself smiling, even though the little wretch had made him bleed. As infuriating as that rather painful blow to the face may have been, her reactions had told him exactly what he had wanted to know.Mias and Elle - Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Eyebrows raised, he enjoyed re-experiencing it all over again in his head. Ah, how delectable her whimpers and moans had been, and he had caused every single one of them. He wanted to hear those wonderful sounds and see her gorgeous face contort into expressions of pleasure.
His laugh echoed through the halls. As far as he was concerned, he had won.
That egomaniacal bastard.
Elle could hear Mias' obnoxious laughter penetrating the walls, and it shook her from her daze. Staring at the lightly formed bruise directly between her eyes in the mirror, she massaged her temple to ease the steady hammering inside. As sore as her head was, she enjoyed the rush