- self -- self -6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when you fight yourself
one of you will lose
Three for the RoadThree eight sentence long stories.Three for the Road8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fox and the Dark
Fox ran down the dusty, winding night road.
Richard, he thought, looking about, where is Richard?
Damn him, Fox snapped, there's not enough time!
The dark was looming closer, silence growing greater.
Dark, Fox snarled, I'll stop you right here!
White fangs gleaming, Fox lunged for the dark.
Now there was a great silence; nothing stirred.
Richard emerged, smiling "Good Job" at the scene.
Poptart the Penguin
Poptart the purple penguin was a happy soul.
The polar bears liked to play with Poptart.
Poptart was always the best at the games.
Polar bears can be very, very jealous animals.
When Poptart wasn't looking, the bears attacked him.
All the bears threw Poptart into the water.
Hundreds of feet down, the poor penguin plummeted.
Silently now, he plots his ultimate, wicked revenge.
Hide and Seek at Night
"You shouldn't play hide and seek at night.
Sinister spirits might come and steal you away.
Reminiscent SmokeClandestine debauchery,Reminiscent Smoke8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath arid red lights;
Smoking Lucky Strikes,
exhaling the angst – dominated.
her vexing gambol – seductive.
a lingering poison.
miragei.mirage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am writing into my skin everything that i happen
to like about you because i am afraid to forget
it; the ink is sinking into my fingerprints so that
i cannot find the line where you begin and i end
i think i would like to take you out to the baseball field and
spread out beneath a hurricane so we can let our heartbeats
match the thunder; i created the perfect image of you in my
mind and i am scared it might wash away in the downpour
see, i have this habit of taking needles and shoving them
through my skin to forgive my past sins; i pierced my
tongue for you to see the true hues of my words and every
night i wonder if you will suddenly tell me you are colorblind
maybe one night i can forget that i am afraid of closing
my eyes and we can fall asleep with fingers intertwined;
i have become accustomed to dreading nightmares but waking
up to find you missing would turn my dreams into havens
yet the ink in my pen has run dry and i am finding it hard to
form my words; the
si jalang, terjun ke jurangKamu tahu jurang gelap di sel kelabu otakmu sebelum kamu tidur?si jalang, terjun ke jurang7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Jeda antara bangun dan lelap, lebih jelas saat kamu sendiri dan sepi
Si tuan sudah tidak nyalang matanya,
Malah ia tawarkan tangannya
Ahh, saya si jalang dan ego yang tinggi
Saya memilih terjun sendiri
Dan, disinilah saya
Di dasar jurang gelap, sendiri dan sepi
Layangkan pandang mata,
Hanya ada tanah luas berkerikil, kertas kertas putih, pensil 2b, mesin atm
Dan dinding jurang menjulang penuh tulisan
Hati saya berisik sekali,
Ia memaki, mengeluh, menjerit,
Makan egomu, nona jalang, katanya
Ahh apalah, saya robek dada saya dan buang hati saya
Ia diam sekarang, dan saya mengutuki diri sendiri
Suasana jadi makin senyap, kan
Hujan mulai turun,
Pelan, lalu deras
Saya telanjang, basah dan tidak punya hati
Yang tersisa dari saya sekarang,
(entah apa masih ada, sebenarnya)
Hanya mimpi yang berefraksi menjadi obsesi
Yang saya ucapkan dengan bibir gemetar, kedinginan
Yang saya uca
Break the MoldThe way I was actingBreak the Mold5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just wasn't me
but maybe breaking
the mold is
exactly what I
to be set free.
ThalassaShe could be the one.Thalassa5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Famous last words, spoken
right before the fall.
At times when I think there's
no chance of failure,
no possibility of heartbreak. It's times
when my head is in
the clouds that I often find myself
Maybe I ought to
be a little more careful of where
I place my heart, for the
chance of misplacing
and or losing becomes a lot higher when you
allow a stranger
access to something so valuable.
Well maybe getting to
know the person is a prime solution
but who can really argue
with love at first sight?
Well I'm a charlatan, a chauvinist,
a pig. I am a typical guy
with only sex on my mind. Your body
is often a lot more attractive than your heart.
What sits on top of that, is usually
the target, not the fluttering beneath.
You've been warned about guys
like me your entire life.
Maybe you ought to listen to those
warnings and steer clear. Turn
back now because soon you'll have no way out.
Entertaining thoughts like that
may have been what lead to this separat
Confessionthere's no denying how you feel -Confession5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i can be testament to that
because no matter how much time passes
some how it's still always you
maybe there was a time when
we were one -
feelings were reciprocated
we were happy
we talked every day
we'd hold hands
when we'd be body-to
body, just enjoying
and i remember you laying
on your stomach, kicking
your legs as you looked up
at me, singing to me a song
you thought was perfect
and i remember that being
the moment i realized just
how much you mean to me
though it didn't hit me
even after all we've been through
moments of accepting
we're just no good
for each other
.Dreaming.I've been dreaming about you lately..Dreaming.7 years ago in Other More Like This
I don't know why. I just know that it's been getting more and more frequent.
The dreams are generally fragmented. It's as though I'm simply scissoring out a place and time in the world and setting the both of us in it. It's generally blurred. I can't quite imagine your face. It's...so strange. It's as though I'm...afraid...ashamed, even, to look at you. Why is that? Because you're too beautiful for me? Too Godly? I suppose either way it boils down to you being too good for me. I'm so inferior to your beauty and grace that even in my dreams I can't look at you.
These dreams...they always depict what I want most. In most cases, I didn't even realize that that is what I wanted.
You. Kissing me. In a place where everyone could see. In a place where no one could see. Holding me. Grasping me tight as though you couldn't bear to let me go. Outside, where the sun warmed my back and the two of us swung peacefully on a swing-set. Indoors where
my favourite wordi want to stay sleepingmy favourite word6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and have you softly kiss my forehead
but all i get is your morning breathe on my shoulder
and a drool patch on my pillow
and you want to get up and wash away last night
when all i want to do is play dot to dot with your freckles
and write words across your back
to memorize your hands upon my skin
but you say you dont want to become just another poem
and i tell you that i dont want to be
just another girl
and that if i could fall
id be flying right now
and if i could just breathe
then i know id choke on you
if only you could see
- youre anything but plain
so maybe well never be us
Hold the SunsetI held back the sunsetHold the Sunset5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in hopes that today
would never end.
A dream of yesterday------------------------------------------------------------------------------A dream of yesterday7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[I woke up]: Can I not wake?
[Sighs]: I wanted to live the yesterday I had...
[I ask myself]: Why?
[Reply myself]: I dunno, maybe, it`s because of a dream I had yesterday.
[I ask myself]: What dream?
[Reply myself]: A dream with and of her...
A dissociative disorder in which two or more distinct personalities exist in the same person, each of which prevails at a particular time. Also called split personality.
A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
A wild fancy or hope.
A condition or achievement that is longed for; an aspira
BoyfriendI love my man, I do indeedBoyfriend7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hes the one I want and need
If your eyes wander and find his face
Youll know its unwise to start a chase.
I love my guy, I love him so
Hes the one my heart adores
At night when bats fly round the moon
I pray to God Ill see him soon
I love my boy, yes, its true
I really hope he loves me too
Inside his arms, I feel so safe
A warm and comforting embrace
I love my man, oh yes I do
Hes for me and not for you
If by chance you take my place
Ill take my fist and smash your face. :]
Don't You Tell Meyou've got potential.Don't You Tell Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words i never want to hear, it's like telling me: hey kid, you could be good some day, just not today. who really wants to hear that they aren't good enough? i want to be great, i want to be told i'm great, or tell me what i can do to become great. never tell me that i have potential, otherwise there is potential for backlash and my bite is worse than my bark. if i'm not good enough then tell me that, because a lie with good intent is a lot better than truth with bad intent.
it's not you, it's me.
has that ever done anything to help the situation? at least if it was me, then i would know what there is to fix and how to fix it. when you tell me it's not me, and that it is you, you don't do anything to soften the blow. i don't want to hear about how great of a guy i am, and how i meant so much to you, but that you just need to work on things on your own. if i'm such a great guy then this wouldn't be the case. tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it. a
No longer the same.I love the way we use to flirt with each other.No longer the same.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When we talked we were both head over heels with one another.
I knew you were the boy I wanted my forever to be with.
On November 22nd, you broke my heart.
My dreams were taken from me.
Even though, you still cared.
The last few months haven't been the same between us.
You act as if I'm different.
In a way I am.
I'm not the girl you made me.
I'm no longer as happy.
My smiles are sort of fake.
When I wake up in the morning...
I don't have you to talk to.
It's not the same, with you not loving me.