the lostsitting in the corner,the lost7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hidden by the gloom,
that's where i find a young boy
spinning his own doom.
"young boy," i call with no reply,
but the lift of his steady gaze with swollen, bloodshot eyes.
he's trying to be marble.
beyond that stone, though, i see an orb
surrounding that frail boy,
the outter defenses so much like crystal,
clearly hiding what he thinks i can destroy.
i cant even touch him, so i just touch his world.
this is what i see:
this is his castle,
this wall so flawed
believes he's a monster,
something to be appalled.
i can see the difference though.
i can gaze upon the past.
i see the ancient love & pain,
the good beneath disease.
i see the ugly thing he thinks he is,
it's brought him to his knees.
i sit there watching helplessly, muttering such small words.
he can hear me,
but he cannot understand.
i know so little of him,
but i wish i could cure this pain.
his haunting eyes follow me,
as i hope and plead and strain.
he seems so hallow..but he can't b
The Documented CryIs it strange that every time I cry I want to take a self portrait? To document and exploit my feelings, sufferings and dramas. I believe they have a word for this these days: Emo. Isnt it sad that today, any fascination with ones own emotions has to wear a derogatory label; one which dismisses and down grades us to the status of a fad-driven child!The Documented Cry7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I prefer to think of it as an artistic addiction: I must make use of every experience, no matter how devastating.
I have a fascination with the process my body goes through when it cries. It can not be faked: the colour changes which march across my face, the quality of my breath, the trajectory of tears, the sounds which emerge from my throat, the physical difference between allowing the cry and clamping down on it and the strangled irrepressible whimpers which emerge from this shut down state.
However, the process of finding camera, selecting lense, adjusting the tripod (a device which will never c
Thine and MineThine love warms me like a fireThine and Mine6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its heat and its fervour, salvation.
Where, once lost in darkness, I felt only chill;
What I feel just for thee, 's adoration.
Insecurity and Mistrust,
Oft hath walked my steps;
With Jealousy, their crowning pain -
That hath found dark recompense.
But with thee, tis all so different -
So much agony is gone.
Where once, I could not fathom real love -
Thine own hath made me strong.
Just like the sun in heaven's realm
Thou hast brought such light to me.
So pain and hurt quite vanish,
As tiny rocks cast o'er the sea.
Mine heart sings for thee, a melody -
A pure unwavering tune -
And if thou listens in silence one night
It shall raise thine own heart up to the moon.
Please ne'er doubt my words, my love -
For tis strong and deep as the sea.
Though tempests may toss the surface,
Tis mine heart that belongs only e'er to thee.
So stay here beside me fore'er more
For tis thou who hold'st my heart
Dearest love please, ne'er be gone -
Nor allow thou and I e'er to pa
Invisible GirlsToday I saw a girl with her head buried in her boyfriend's chest on the tram. She seemed to be hiding from my eyes; from all eyes. I saw her face once, when she tottered from him to the ticket machine and back again. She was wearing high heels. He laughed. Then she was hiding in his body once more. Disappearing into him. Making herself invisible. Fading.Invisible Girls6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once, when I held your hand, I felt like that and I loved it. Loved your size; loved the way you dwarfed me. Loved the way you laughed, that patronising note as I tottered solo a few feet and the warmth of your skin when I returned. The feminist in me hibernated, angry and betrayed and the world seemed very big and bright; frightening; full of loud noises which echoed.
When I was at work, without you, I didn't feel myself. A little nauseous, distracted, pale. Everyone's eyes seemed t
swallow the universedecay remembers you --swallow the universe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fever breath and ocean-eyed ghosts,
secrets that smoke with poison desire.
we wake only to drink, to devour
the naked voices of dismantled stars.
glass kisses turn into granite lips
and pillars of salt; a haunted embrace
melts into the cracks of the universe.
nothing else matters-KakuHidan-So close no matter how farnothing else matters-KakuHidan7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Couldnt be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters-
Hidan and I have been dating for about 2 week. Well you cant call it dating if we dont tell people and we still act and sometimes do hate each other.
I just to say I just want him to know that well, when were together nothing else matters.
-Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I dont just say
And nothing else matters-
I walk into our room and noticed that my boyfriend was crouched down low to the ground on his hands and knees. His head was stooped, pressed right against the carpet, and he had one arm under his bed. He was obviously fishing around under the bed for something. His spine was arched low to the ground, so that his chest was also pressed almost against the carpet, and his ass was stuck up.
"Hidan?" I asked curiously.
The zealot's head would have
Hiroshima LoversHiroshima Lovers7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
October 21st, 1985.
Saw Dreiberg and Juspeczyk
Leaving Gunga Diner
They do not know me.
No one does.
Dreiberg glanced at me
A strange look on his face.
Juspeczyk kept on walking.
Commented on smell of city,
Like death and unwashed people.
Felt like she was talking about me.
Turned back and looked at Dreiberg.
Our eyes met but he rushed
Back to little Miss Jupiter's side.
Look in his eyes,
No one knows me.
Nobody knows who I am.
Face hidden from world.
Disguised during day by
Pale skin, red hair, freckles.
Almost wish Dreiberg would know me.
Wish Dreiberg could see real me
Under ugly freckles and stubble.
Is only one who can be
Only one who was really
No one likes Rorschach.
All afraid except for Dreiberg.
No one liked Kovacs, either.
Kovacs is dead, though.
Died that night with little girl
And burning house.
Saw another silhouet
Queen RegnantAs you embroidered autumnQueen Regnant1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my bones, I heard the
trees giggle to themselves:
"We're going to make all
the leaves change color,
pin them along the sidewalk
for you to follow and we'll
wreathe them in your hair.
You will be our daughter."
You folded apples into my smile,
making it crisp, but sweet. I
took the time to thank you by
shrugging off my sweater and
giving it to you. A daughter
of the trees, braided with their
leaves, needs no protection
from the elements that embrace her.
"Your leaf diadem suits you,
daughter," they say as
their branches weave between
gusts of wind. For once,
I believe them.
we're all insane -collabIn the place where laughter always rings, and logic is unheard of,we're all insane -collab7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hideous are gorgeous, and the handsome are revolting.
But in this place, nobody minds, because
personality is what matters
In this place, everybody falls in love.
They fall in love with bright ideas,
and neon colors,
I want to go to a place where no one takes the blame.
Where everyday is a new journey to take,
and that is normal in this place.
They think its just my mind going off again, to a place inside my head.
But the residents are kind, for Ive met them in my other life.
There, the streetlights are always yellowthey dont ever change.
And they dont mind, because normal isnt welcome in this place.
The streets are paved with plastic and the houses are painted gold,
with shingles made of tin.
People dance and play games
with holocausts and sin.
Tears are made of sapphire and the petals of roses are rubies,
with thorns of green jade.
Miss You.I only miss you A little you could sayMiss You.8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A little too much
A little too often and
A little more Everyday
When they told me you were gone
It was all I could do to keep trying to hold on
Without you there to catch me, it was too hard
I let go and fell, and it tore me apart
These arms that once embraced yours
Are now covered in bruises and sores
Without you here to protect me
I am nothing anymore.
These hands you used to hold
Have been getting very cold
Without you here to protect me
Im all alone.
flightless birds.and maybe if we cut the corners just a little more, it'll become a circle.flightless birds.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and maybe if we tie the knot just a little tighter, she won't fight so much.
and maybe if a letter's sent to god, all our problems we'll be fixed,
and we can forget these things that hold us down and believe our own smiles,
and maybe if i fall a little faster, i'll break right through the ground.
and maybe if you kiss me a little harder, it won't be so awkward.
and maybe if we close our eyes a little harder,
and bend a little lower,
and hope a littler longer,
and smile a little wider,
and cry a little softer,
our dreams will
a l l c o m e t r u e .
(i love you.)
take a look back at those years. are you really who you used to be?
pick up your burdens and throw them off the side
of the titanic.
(you're going right after them
flightless birds have always had it easy--
they don't have to look down at the world
from far above,
and see how rotten it's become,
and see all the shattered dreams,
Hypochondria"Hypochondriasis (or hypochondria, sometimes referred to as health phobia) refers to an excessive preoccupation or worry about having a serious illness"Hypochondria7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cancer, meningitis, kidney failure, leukemia, multiple sclerosis.
Words that at 16 years of age I should not know how to spell, but I do.
Memorising the symptoms and quoting the diagnosis to all that will still listen.
Another day, another illness.
Another illness, another list of symptoms memorised,
The words become rhythemic, just like a song.
It doesn't make for easy listening.
It vibrates your ear drums -
A clashing melody.
And no one has found a cure..
And no one will find a cure
Because hypochondria will not show itself on the Xray machine.
Hypochondria will not show itself on your blood test.
The doctors will not see it.
It hides behind your eyes.
It hides in the back of your throat.
Its an indistinguishable black hole.
It will keep growing untill everything is sucked in.
"Hypochondriasis (or hypochondria, sometimes referred to
I Am IndependentI see history in this photograph,I Am Independent7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I read grace in these letters sent to me,
In my thought box is that old little cross,
A pendant that you bought for me abroad,
You always had a penchant for trinkets,
Just tell me your heart is in the right place.
I'm a foreigner, I don't know this place,
It doesn't like in the photograph,
I could be at home playing with trinkets,
I'm lost here and no one can hear me,
I hate sight-seeing and going abroad,
It's all about you, and that makes me cross.
Sitting on the sands where our paths would cross,
You spoke but what you said I could not place,
Beaches feel so different when you're abroad,
You smiled turned round and took a photograph,
I wondered if you would take one of me,
The polaroids just become more trinkets.
I wasn't careful and broke your trinkets,
I never intended to get you cross,
Just an accident so please forgive me,
But you won't forgive so I know my place,
Think of me looking at that photograph,
If you want me, I'm going abroad.
I love my
The Garden EternalReach deep,The Garden Eternal7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but don't you forget the way,
to find what it is you crave,
If you want to know purpose
How do you think you'll make it up?
Crossing paths with ghosts you know
Step light or the past will loop
That's the way the spiral goes.
The vines claim another realm,
But the recoil doesn't seem
as real to you
It'll bind your mind so tight
Your soul will devour, making
a meal of you
You wanted to reflect more
But you should have known better,
Delve too deep and you'll regret
knowing, now, you're the debtor
How d'you think you'll make it up?
Crossing paths with ghosts you know
Step lightly lest the past loops
That's the way the spiral goes.
The undergrowth seeps, and the
path has now disappeared
Just don't lose your bearings here
The Garden Eternal
This much I feared.
The Garden Eternal.
This much I feared.
The gates were locked years ago
The way back h
beginnings and ends.pause and playbeginnings and ends.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
black and white
and vertigo with nothingness
and endless thoughts
all about i love you
and jump off cliffs
hey little girl
lost inside your own
do you love it when
you shed shining tears
and summer nights
and dress-up dolls
and skinned knees
I LoVe YouI LoVe You12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sweetest word is your name.
And the greatest thing is your love.
All the lonely tears that have escaped my eyes have made me who I am,
One to love you more.
All the times I felt I've found the one,
And all the times I've mourned over a bleeding heart,
All the things I've wished I've done,
And all the things I wished I hadn't helps me love you with purity and certainty.
All the times we fight feels like we're gambling our lives.
I hope we never lose.
I love you so much,
I love you with all my faults and all my achievements.
I love you with all that I am.
I love you for who you are.
I hope in the quietest of the night
when I whisper out to you you know just what to do.
You listen to hear my voice echoing how much I love you.
of liars and loversshe's got candy-coated dreams,of liars and lovers7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perfect eyebrows and a bitter-sweet smile.
she paints her reality in technicolor.
she's got the world tied around her little finger,
and with a flick of her wrist it bends to anything.
she doesn't like answering questions.
she's a loaded pistol beside the bed
of two long-forgotten lovers,
stretched across each other like
there won't be a tomorrow.
she's infatuation in human form.
when she cuts her hair, the severed locks
turn to woven gold and bronze.
she sells them on the street corners,
along with her sapphire tears and
her baby teeth made of pearl.
people come from all around,
just to get a look at her:
the perfect girl, the lovely girl,
the girl every girl tries to be when she gets up in the morning.
she's a pricked finger on a severed hand,
with black-hole pupils and ruby lips.
she keeps her heart in a cardboard box.
she's a lie that everyone wants to believe,
tied sweetly around your neck.
and she'll wound you ever so gently.
she's got you hanging o
Why Writers Should Watch TVWhy Writers Should Watch TV7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ive heard the argument that writers shouldnt watch TV and movies because that will inundate them with all the cliché plots and characters out there and somehow brainwash them into not being able to create an original story.
Me: *blank stare*
First of all, there is absolutely nothing new under the sun. Therefore, it is impossible to create something totally unique and original no matter how many bad movies you see. Furthermore, the more story lines that enter your brain, the more you realize just how unique or not your own story is.
Most importantly, an original story is not a new story. It is simply taking a common idea and combining it with other common ideas to create a new and fresh sequence of otherwise common ideas.
Think of stories like cookies. All the different types of cookies represent different types of genres and plots. Ingredients like chocolate chips and nuts represent c
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea waterI am the daughter of a sailor.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
just listenDo you see what you do to me?just listen7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you understand
the pain and the sorrow
you put me through?
Listen to what I am trying to tell you.
Do you still not understand?
Do you not see that I am
trying to tell you something?
Just pay attention to me for once.
Stop Stop everything.
I wish I could make you understand.
I wish I could speak the words
that run daily through my mind,
but I cant.
I fear too much.
You should know this.
You should know me.
Weve been here on this ledge for so long.
You can never decide if you want to
jump off or take a step back.
Sand Of My HeartYour words were etched into the sands of my heartSand Of My Heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the water from my eyes, the salty tears
Washed them away and your words mean nothing to me now.
Te amoQuiero poder tenerte a mi ladoTe amo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quiero poder besarte cada vez que quiera
Quiero cerrar los ojos y que estés a mi lado
Y que cuando los abras sigas ahí
Quiero que me abraces cada segundo
Y que tu voz llene el aire en cada minuto
Necesito ver tu sonrisa
Esa que tanto me hace falta
No quiero decirle al aire: te amo
Cada vez que pienso en ti
Quiero tenerte a mi lado
Y que seques estas lágrimas
Que surcan mi rostro
Estas lágrimas de las que eres el dueño
Estas lágrimas que surgen cada vez que pienso en ti
Y en lo mucho que te amo