Needle in a haystackEveryone is searching,Needle in a haystack7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But rarely do we know.
Rarely do we realise,
Or even let it show.
That everyone is searching
For a thing, a hope, a lie.
And all our quests are different,
Our currents turn awry.
Some may seek for happiness,
Fortune, or some state of mind
Some may seek their destiny,
Or delusions of that kind.
They can keep their childish dreams,
And rot away for all I care.
My passions are engulfing me,
Some love for dark despair.
Some may seek the haystack,
And keep the bird that sings.
Some may seek for happiness,
I seek the bit that stings.
ADHD?Mental RacetrackADHD?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Going Faster Going Faster
Like a heartbeat
Perhaps a train
Flit from one to the next
But no hearing
FallenWings are burning,Fallen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snow-white feathers charred to black.
Once-pale skin is burned and cracked.
Emotions hidden deep away.
Another soul with which to play.
Bonds are failing,
Yet another joins the horde.
Power rising in discord.
Another soul to serve the throne.
Destroying all of flesh and bone.
Depression...My system has caught on -Depression...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these pills can no longer fool my mind.
Depression seems to cling to me
as if I were to wear it on my sleeve.
Its a plague that tries to take control -
and beat me down to harm my soul.
I feel helpless, unmotivated, lost and alone
but I tell myself,
this plague will not bring me down.
I strive for a future, and this illness
is not going to succeed at
forcing my extinction.
Although I feel drowned by
a thousand dark clouds,
I tell myself to
stand tall & to use my mind.
Be creative and kind
& I'll be just fine
Call of The BeyondCall of The BeyondCall of The Beyond7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its eyes are cascades of vermillion fire . . .
Its mouth a razored smile of broken glass . . .
Its voice an unending chorus of war, of hate . . .
And through its hands must all the worlds pass.
It is the Harbinger of Doom . . .
It is the Overseer of the Wastes . . .
It is the Forger of Eternal Gloom . . .
The Butcher of human, inhuman, tastes.
Once, I chanced upon its form . . .
As it lay smiling, and naked, in wait . . .
And, oh what glory, the sheer blasphemy . . .
Of this Thing, tempting me to my fate.
Its words were of honey and bitter ashes . . .
touch, the vile and subtle caress of an eel.
Unaware, our lips were joined--the darkest kiss--
that would the pact of sweet Oblivion reveal.
With hand clasped in tendril we made the descent . . .
the long departure of past, present and future time.
And there I lay, stripped of all substance, and of self,
engorged of horrors and splendors, surreal, sublime.
Our eyes are cascades of vermillion fire . . .
The sound of windA chair lies fallen to the floor,The sound of wind7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forgotten in some greater passion.
A book and a blade keep company
Upon a hardwood desk.
An open window,
invitation to the moon,
bears with winters breath.
The windswept curtains
carry the only movement
In the tranquil room.
All the passions have turned pale,
Their fury now forgotten.
Leaving us with moonlight
And the soft sound of the wind.
TemptationI can play it the sick wayTemptation7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And constant for play
Precious mouth full of drug addiction and tooth decay
Melody too sweet, my body sways
I'm not alone in this
I'll paint these walls in misery
So full of life
The reaper missed
Warm and smooth
Temptation silent motive
Whispers. be still
To get his fill
I'll take mine just as fast
I'm not alone in this
I'll pain these walls in misery
So full of life
The reaper missed again.
Lonesome SuicideWould you care,Lonesome Suicide11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If my world were as incomplete
As the existance I bare?
Or would you ignore me
Not even consider,
Glancing in my direction?
Just another body,
No warmth flowing from me,
Will there be an imprint left,
Or will time wash me away,
Am I just another girl,
That you said the same things to,
Just another I love you,
More empty words?
Or did I mean something
Was I something special?
Did your heart long for me,
As mine did for you?
The heart weeps,
For I've been manipulated,
And now I'm lost
Did I have to believe
Could love me,
In my imperfect existence?
The dark cloud rises
Over my mind,
Why did I let him break me d
What will it take
To get me back
To where I once was
We are the Earth's DisgraceWere the disgrace on the face of this earth.We are the Earth's Disgrace7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too embarrassed to admit, we choose to look the other way.
Too ashamed to agree, we shake our heads and run away.
But when will we humans finally realize
that this damage we are causing cannot be undone?
The majority of people just dont care
as they're oblivious to the reality
that nobody dares to share.
Will this planet seek its own end
or will our actions finalize this hideous trend?
Observant only to possible profits
Im surprised they haven't attempted
to sell us one-way tickets to a galaxy
that guarantees all of our dreams.
ValhallaValhalla waits for those who die.Valhalla7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The eternal feasting hall in the sky.
One day I shall go and there join them.
My brethren in a hall of men.
Until that day I long to fight.
Kill by day make love by night.
Friends once lost will meet again.
My brethren in a hall of men.
CandlesA gust of wind, a drop of rain,Candles7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Could bring dark rushing back again,
And if somehow this burning keeps,
I know the darkness slowly creeps,
A flickering, tiny point of light,
Against the bleak unending night,
Of hunger, pain and hate and lies,
That clouds even our childrens eyes.
Its life is short; its power small,
It does not do much good at all.
But still it burns and hopes that you,
Will choose to light your candles to.
Suicidal ThoughtsDeath, drugs, and violence.Suicidal Thoughts9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's this world coming too?
Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows.
My eyes are open, my hands are fisted.
Deep inside, I'm warped and twisted.
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled.
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted.
Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted
Lying on the floorI walked down the winding street,Lying on the floor7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reached my house and opened the door.
Trekked up the stairs and into my room
where I laid on the bed wishing I were dead.
Thinking of the way you looked at me today,
the words you said that put an ache in my head.
Choking back my tears, my body is shaking.
Not knowing what to do I stand up
to find something sharp.
Anything... so long as it's sharp
I just need to make this pain go away.
Rolling up my sleeves, finding some veins.
Cutting so deep my damn body doesn't even bleed.
Catching me off guard I go deeper and deeper.
Feeling this pain - I know I'm still alive.
Jagged cuts all down my arm
I begin feeling numb.
Feeling like I'm living my dream
I pull myself up off the bed and walk to the phone
I dial your digits - I hear your voice
and suddenly I'm feeling sick.
A rush to my head - dizzy and fuzzy -
I fall to the ground.
Lying here on the floor it feels so good.
Deep pain sinks w
Disorderly SerenityThe echo of footsteps in D-Minor,Disorderly Serenity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fills the room with a part of me,
as I taste sulfuric acid at 8:03.
And so begins the routine,
5 days a week:
I'm sucked in by your beauty.
I'll attempt to abbreviate this:
I wonder how it feels for him,
Everyday, to feel your kiss.
Inhaling your sweet scent of saccharin.
Does he stroke your hair too?
Sinking his fingers through your skin?
I'm sorry but I must tell you this:
With every stare you've given me,
I've delved as deep as I could,
into your amber-hue iris.
Awaking from love-induced dreams I couldn't resist:
where you were the protagonist.
With two glasses of indigo-saturated wine,
Entangled in his smooth, soft arms,
You sang to him your favorite love song.
I'm sure you remember all of this,
Euphoria-riddled sex where you expressed,
Your intense admiration for him.
Were these the instances when,
marriage was just two heartbeats away?
Or have I just stumbled across a few scenarios,
that don't seem to correlate?
Perhaps the answer lies in these f
Death in the BoondocksDeath in the Boondocks8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your violent facade is fading.
you walk the edges of town and make
misery feel like malt liquor, hard and hazy
and painfully addicting.
you carry a loaded semi-automatic and preach
the wickedness of gun violence. you feel weighted and
sunk to the bottom of the Charles.
in the South, the streets crumple and you feel
violently double-crossed by the dead weight
of morning as you sit in your car and watch the city bleed.
at Quincy, the rows of 4th of July ribbons deride you
as you stumble by; the air is bubbling and you
don't have any more legs to stand on.
it's a hot morning and Harvard is gray as dust.
it is hateful irony that the red streamers remind you
of blood rather than bliss.
you are a hooligan, and the hot steel is barbed wire
next to your skin. how many days has it been since you slept?
it doesn't matter, you know the real reason you carry that gun.
you always laughed at irony, even if it wasn't funny. you
laugh hysterically now, down at the end of the docks, the morning
The Harrowed MazeThe Harrowed MazeThe Harrowed Maze8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this maze, the darkened walk . . .
Under the cold stare of the moon . . .
In profound silence, the silent talk . . .
Where no word will be spoken soon . . .
Her steps are sure, a steady gaze . . .
His hand outstretched in dire yearing . . .
In her heart the fires of freedom blaze . . .
In his, the flames of possession burning . . .
These wicked cycles of needs and wants . . .
These selfish obsessions of unending desire . . .
These lures of the most irresistable taunts . . .
These phantoms that they must each acquire . . .
He reaches for her in avarice's greedy embrace . . .
Beckoning, his body lithe in moonlight's shine . . .
It is his quest to possess the soul of her face . . .
That on the fare of his jealousy she may dine . . .
But blessed of her own destiny's allure . . .
She traverses the shadowed maze alone . . .
Journey, though uncertain, her steps are sure . . .
Certain that her future's destiny has grown . . .
The night still blankets the harrowed
Photoshop addicted couple.A conversation between a Photoshop addicted guy and a girl, by Mikeleus.Photoshop addicted couple.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Guy: Hi there!
Guy: Uhmm what are your actions?
Girl: Nothing, just walking in my workspace.
Guy: I see Maybe you would like to merge with me?
Girl: Maybe yes, it depends
Guy: My pen tool is really big.
Girl: Uhm that sounds so burning!
Guy: Yeah can you show me your foreground?
Girl: Here it is: (gives the link)
Guy: Wow I like the curves of your shape. You look like a feather, my levels are going crazy.
Guy: Now my pen tool turned into a hard brush. Can you increase the contrast?
Girl: Yes. I would smudge your brush with my bare hand and then doge it, burn it, dodge it, burn it.
Guy: I'm having a stroke. I'm dripping a white color space.
Girl: You know, I'm having wet edges too; my bucket tool is so 255; 0; 0. I want you to overlay your layer on mine. Can we multiply and then duplicate?
Guy: don't think so, my scratch disk is full. I'll just
Forgotten FriendThis glass heart shattersForgotten Friend7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I cry into the wind
Hopes spinning downward
A grim tempest of sin
And the gusts whip round
As they slice at my soul
To tame to be free
To wild to be controlled
The wildest of them
The spirit of hatred
Is often at fault
In times I am faithless
This tempest of sin
Still spirals within me
Giving me answers
To why you betrayed me
You say youre in pain
That your life is so hard
But life dealt your hand
Now deal with your own cards
I dont believe you
I dont kneel to your god
So go cry to him
Not this friend you forgot
Toxin OxygenToxins pour within my skinToxin Oxygen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with every breath of oxygen.
I'm the supplier for my brain;
fixing myself doses to keep me sane.
Feeling lost within this world
I'm a balloon soaring in the sky.
I'm lost at sea with no hope in mind:
telling myself lies to empower my pride.
My thoughts are an enemy; my body a slave.
This is the only life I've learned to live.
Paint It Black :lyrical:I lie at midnightPaint It Black :lyrical:7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I paint the sunlight black
I watch the moon above
The pale eye paints us black
I see the world walk by
Without their shades of grey
It's not white, it's in black
And it happens every day
I see the night time stars
They glisten all in black
Like mirrors in my mind
I look and they glare back
Those eyes inside the glass
They're not the same as me
So the stars are demons
At least thats how all this seems
I peer inside my soul
And find all light is gone
The feral moon glares
It knows well what I have done
So it suggests to me
To hide these thoughts away
To stop thinking lines of night
And shift to tones of day
But it's just to harsh
To keep my mind in chains
So now I drown my mind
In seas of seething pain
Swim down in this abyss
Pray you don't find my prize
It's a globe of nightmares
Damned by my wide demon eyes
I lie at midnight
Hoping daylight won't come back
The moon flies by my gaze
It kneels to me in black
The world still shuns me
Hoping I might breath my last
B l u rB l u r7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most days blur by
their meanings lost
in the swamp it takes
to get through them.
Most days just fade away,
their meanings floating
into the nothingness
created by men.
And few ask why
we are trapped
behind glass walls
untouchable to others
in the same place,
yet far apart.
And few realize we have
our minds and hearts,
untouchable because of
But on rare days
I break through the wall
Because I can.
I run straight into the blur
until it sharpens
and I am
You're The OneYou're the one who's in denialYou're The One7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you're begging to be used
The one who puts themselves out there
The one who cries but wants the abuse
You're the one who's faking
All the pain and torture stilled
The one who wants to have his heart
Because yours is empty and urns to be filled
You're the one who lies
To get what is now seemingly mine
The one who dampers with the melody
To hear silent screams at night
But I'm the one who has him
I'm the one who's deserving
The one who treats him without loathsome unnerving
I am the one who will win this
Because my thought process is all but dense
You're the one who'll be left broken
And he won't be there to clean up the mess.
Voluntary TortureIts like voluntary tortureVoluntary Torture7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seeping through every vein
Descending through every pour
Closing all but the hearts door
Voluntary asking for pure pain
Burning sensation of a thousand flames
Tearing closed wounds from the seams
Creating and destroying all new dreams