One Plus OneWith tear-stained cheeks, she told me it was over and it was time for me to move on. The wind whispered your silent goodbyes and the day turned into night quicker than I could utter my reply. I tried to mumble see you later because deep down I hoped I would see you again, but my heart resigned to the reality that I meant nothing more to you than someone you had yet to meet.One Plus One5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your hand use to fit so perfectly into mine as if it couldn't work any other way. (I now know this to not be true) You would finish my thoughts and I would interrupt yours, but for some strange reason it worked. We were perfectly horrible for each other and never in a thousand years should we have ever had anything to do with each other, but I loved you and you loved me and all was well. You would kiss me goodnight and I would hold you until morning like there was nobody else in the world. (In all honesty, in my mind, you were the only one in the world. You were all that mattered and I miss the way
zenithIm toozenith6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all I want
InkHead pounding in painInk6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart screaming out
Lately I've been questioning how I've stayed sane
All I really want to do is cry and shout
I'm so tired of trying
Sp tired of holding on
When all I really want to do is try flying
Don't try to stop me if you see me at dawn
This is really it...
Can this really be the end?
Well I sure am tired of this shit
Not really sure if my heart will ever mend
It's time to let go
Let me choose to go or stay
When I decide I'll let you know
If you need me I'll be at the bay
I really need to think
Or maybe I need to be stopped
But no body can stop this thing from killing me; no one can stop this ink
Maybe once I'm dead I'll be on top
VII. Without daring to say a word.VII. Without daring to say a word.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without daring to say a word.
There are fragile words
Which form outlines
Of a vulnerable life.
In the autumn colors
Disturbed by the noise
Of the rain on windows.
At the end of the day, the somber
Reality becomes a burden.
This woman is invaded by anxiety
Her tired spirit, on the alarming
Silence of the language, is slowly
Dying on this kiss of the other one.
He, who believes with his smile
To understand everything
by watching at her crying.
He, with his stupid words, he hammers
The commonness with his unsightly facies,
His absent glance in front of her who doubts
In the gust of feelings.
Quiet, he falls asleep,
she stares at him
Silently with sadness,
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child.charlotte.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)
when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet.
(and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)
charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent, and distant. when you say a word so many times in a row it just doesn't sound the same anymore.
(because charlotte wasn't the same,anymore.
charlotte's first b
her.she is one hundred percent alone, minus him.her.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
she has milk white skin, and jagged bones. her eyes are pale and soft, and could make you surrender under her breath (and they will.)
every night she goes to sleep with a man who touches her, and she feels sick. and she wishes he'd just leave the hair in her face.
(because it's easier to hide tears that way.)
she dreams at night.
her milky skin is spilling over unfamiliar fingers. the freckles on her back match the ones in his eyes, and she feels safe. she offers him her heart, and he closes it into a box.
(she wakes up feeling ninety nine percent alone.)
she's in a nightmare
V. Poetic hymnV. Poetic hymn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While imagination takes shape,
At the bottom of a spirit, creativity,
Sometimes win by its originality,
Or the authenticity of pure feeling,
And touches the poetry of the heart.
With sound words,
About the wealth of the style,
The instinctive hatching of talent,
Made relive the purity of language,
Towards the correctness
where the rhythm harmonizes.
So be free in the expression,
Give to the writing an alchemy,
That touches the silence of a soul.
But under the impulses of moderation,
The shocking dreams are banned,
Such a sepulchre of an illustrious unknown artist,
Where the work dies on this ghost ship.
where we put down the intellect,
Papers are banished,
IX. I am a poetIX. I am a poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a poet
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
My verses empty
Themselves of their acid
My feather sinks
On a grey ground,
Earth without ages,
Roaming in the course of pages.
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
The moon is full
I paint without trouble.
And this night,
Everything ran away
VI. PoetryVI. Poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poetry is the blood
That makes my veins spring
It is the life that escapes
In the big broth of my efforts
It is my way of behaving
To fight the hatred
It is to refuse to undergo
It is my human nature
It is my way to quiver
Words, like some tunes.
It will break its chains
These chains of incoherence
These chains of ignorance
These chains where from freedom
Out of our fearful wanderings
The exceptional appears
Flowers of unfaithful rows
Making the immanence spring
Smiling the reality
Far from the artillery which think
Of their subtleties
Impose our pace
Make roar out the rainbow
Because the intolerance
Who wants us so cruel
Because of our unconsciousness
We want to remain perpetual.
Cannot die the sufferings
But poetry makes it beautiful
Such an evidence
Such a watercolor
And the brushes which dance
On our lives sparks,
Make the consciousness shine
Of our individual
Clamors and silences
When nights hitch us
In our dreams o
handle with care.i got your box in the mail. the one with allhandle with care.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stamps. it was bent and torn and taped
up again. so you've sent me your love? with
one simple instruction: handle with care.
i don't think i can manage two hearts at once.
so i'll have to give you mine. i hope you don't
mind. it's a little bruised and broken. but i
think it works just as well.
you have this idea that my hands are beautiful
enough to hold yours. well my rose colored glasses
must have broke. but you are still the sad and lovely
boy with the bright and passionate mouth.
i'll come home.dear holly,i'll come home.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
the plane is rolling away and i can still see you waving. you are so beautiful, do you know that? your hair is fluttering at the temples and i can see youre crying, but dont worry, baby, ill be home soon. i know how this looks, the way the door shutting me off is so final, but itll open again and youll be running down the airport terminal and ill be there to catch you.
count the days until i come home, ill be counting them with you.
im home and the house is empty without you. it feels like the walls are exhaling in regret and its a bitter feeling to be surrounded by all this carbon dioxide. i walked into our room and looked at the bed that we bought together last june. all that space made me ache. so i went and grabbed boston and climbed on top of the covers with him. hes such a good dog, charlie, you were right. he just put his massive head on his paws and let me cry in his neck.
when i wa
drills and crowbars.drills and crowbars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tomorrow i will miss you less or more
depending on what thoughts cross my mind
my worst fear is not that you'll leave
but that you won't miss me at all
i remember her in the color green
and in the smell of deep decay
and in the stranger things that i've been dealt
that the people i know close their eyes to
i twist yellow keys around my fingers
bronze with age
pressing them into locked doors
in hopes that one will open
to the place where she is
i play games with no one
and instead count spiderwebs
and things that make me afraid
so i will spend precious time with only the person
that makes precious time worth having
we bury ourselves in fear
and ugly colors
so no one will touch us
and it will be just us
mertha.i like to seperate my thoughts into names, to keep them in order.mertha.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my lonliness is named mertha, and she'd like to meet you.
mertha sits by me on my bed and we draw pictures of tulips and snails and wonder when that math test was. she takes my hand and grips it slowly, while singing that song my mother use to sing when i was 4.
(and i wonder exactly how she knew the words.)
mertha walks with me in the rain and understands that i don't like to be asked questions in the morning. sometimes when i'm sitting in the bathtub with no running water she won't leave me alone, and mertha knows that she is unwelcome.
(but she stays because she knows i'll come back to her)
she hangs over my head when i'm getting dressed in the morning. mertha pulls on my flabby skin and reminds me t
annie.annie paints the end of her erasers red, so every time she erases something, it reminds her she is made of mistakes.annie.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and her mother would be proud, really.
annie has long fawn legs and can't remember the last time she actually drank a glass of water. the feeling of being dehydrated reminds her that she can in fact feel, and her father spends too much time away from home.
and her mother re-named herself "alone."
when she was six they found out she was dyslexic. her father told her she just couldn't see things right. annie went home and stared into the lamp light until her pupils dialated and tears ran down her face.
and everytime she spelled "love" it came out as "unknown."
annie has an uneven heartbeat, and when she holds her breath everything turns black, and silent,
Another LamentAnother Lament5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a shade beyond the pale
so near translucent
a wraith of memory
skims along hollow places
and darkened chambers
of a heart near numb
echoes of what might have been
but was never meant to be
another grave lament
of this mortal sojourn
I wasn't always alone...
+v+MW+II+++MW++++v+MW+II5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rozdział drugi, w którym poznajemy Feliksa, Torisa i przyczynę, dlaczego kiełbasa była za słona
Psiamać, za dużo ludzi, ilu ich tam jest, powiedział, opierając czoło o korę jedynego drzewa, którego nie mieli siły już obgryźć. Nad kotliną wisiała mgła tak gęsta, że można by ją kroić nożem i tak biała, że można by nią smarować chleb, gdyby nie to, że ostatni raz mieli w ustach chleb miesiąc temu, a potem polowali na żaby, których po zimie wiele nie znaleźli. Słońce zachodziło bezkrwawo, co pozwalało wierzyć, że mimo salw w powietrze i słów na wiatr, niebo zostało czyste i anemiczne, bo nic niebu do tego, co się dzieje tu, w puszczy, co ich tam na górze obchodzi, ze my tu zdechniemy z głodu, podczas, gdy tam, w oboz
Big Red DogsLet's live somewhere where the sun is always out, but the moon never stops crying,Big Red Dogs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That way, we'll always appreciate who we are as opposed to who everyone thinks we are.
Where the stars have the best of intentions,
Know nothing of how jealous they make us in the way they conform to dark matter's standards,
But still shine in their own way.
Let's live somewhere where the right pair of sunglasses can show you the beauty in everything,
And 'a walk in the park' means how your day went.
Where raindrops are the therapists, and the clouds are the nodding tape recorders.
Let's move out of this one horse town, to a place where memories can be taped to the ceiling,
That way they can fade with the dignity of a photograph; Yellowed ink and tired corners.
Where 'U' and 'I' aren't so far away, and we only have to look around to feel close to something bigger.
[Hey, let's move to my imagination,
So we never have to dream of a place so far fetched,
Even Clifford The Big Red Dog couldn't bring it back
+APH:CzteryLittleLadyPunk+APH:Cztery5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Doktor mówi, że zapalenie płuc, ale dziwne jakieś. No tak, myśli Iwan. Iwan wie, że Gilbert nie mógłby zwyczajnie chorować.
Proszę się rozebrać, mówi doktor do Gilberta, a Iwan stoi przy oknie. Wyjdź, syczy na niego Gilbert, ale Iwan się nie rusza, udaje, że nie rozumie po niemiecku (często tak robił). Doktor chrząka, bo nie ma czasu. Wyjdź, podnosi ochrypły głos Gilbert, a potem zaczyna kasłać. Iwan odwraca się, twarzą do okna, szron na szybie wcale nie przypomina kwiatów. Doktorowi kaszel Gilberta bardzo się nie podoba. Obsłuchuje dokładnie. A tutaj co było z tym żebrem, pyta doktor, wskazując żółtym palcem zgrubienie. Spadłem ze schodów, kłamie bez mrugnięcia Gilbert. (Iwan wie, że bez mrugnięcia, chociaż nie wi
H xwra tou poteΜη! Μη μιλάς! Δεν πρέπει να μας ακούσουν οι άλλοι. Ξέρεις Εκείνοι οι δαίμονες -μερικοί τους λένε και φόβους- που άλλοτε παίρνουν τη μορφή ανθρώπων και άλλοτε δεν τους βλέπεις μα το ξέρεις πως είναι ε&H xwra tou pote7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
To gramma Αγαπημένε μου,To gramma8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Και η σημερινή μέρα με βρήκε μέσα σε απόκοσμες, μακρόσυρτες σιωπές. Ξέρεις, είναι φορές που γίνονται βασανιστικά εκκωφαντικές. Και τότε εγώ τις σπάω με ένα παρανοϊκά βεβιασμένο γέ
Gia SenaΤρία χρόνια απ την ημέρα που έφυγεςGia Sena8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Τρία χρόνια μετά απ την μέρα που θύμωσες γιατί δεν γιόρτασα για πρώτη φορά μαζί σου τα γενέθλια σου κι είπες……………
Ρέε ! θα φύγω και δεν θα είσαι εδώ …..Ακόμα πονάει αυτό …..
Kingdom Of ChaosThey dredge the nightKingdom Of Chaos4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of its copious secrets
even coaxing the moon
from its ebony bed
shaking the stars
into their sweaty palms
then pocket the entire lot
grinning like fools
Their kingdom of chaos
breaches the shores of reason
pillages the hapless
then plunders the greedy
the veil of their twisted charm
belies the coarse fabric
of their cruel intent
They have hollowed the world with lies
cheapened its inherent grace
robbing hope from the masses
vile merchants of contrived misinformation
peddled at our tables
where gullibility is host
toasting our moral defeat
Lets raise a cheer
to the soulless news media
purveyors of disillusion
mourners at the worlds demise...
Your name is Legion.