Anxiety Attackwith both eyes unfocused/
open my hand
contains the water falling on windows
the distant stars of traffic lights
as far as the eye can see
is in me, because with both eyes unfocused/
open one hand becomes two
now dared to deal
I'm two ghosts pretending to be one man
I'm worried you won't put me back together
see me as whole
see me as falling apart
I'm worried you'll never lose the photo of me
superimposed against the world
pregnant with it
and immortally unimportant
I Cannot TellI could sing such praises of youI Cannot Tell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I fear no aria will do you justice
I cannot tell of your eyes
Sparkling sapphires of indomitable allure
With the fury of a thousand waves
Yet the serenity of an angel
No, that is not enough
I cannot tell of your nature
A captivating glow that surrounds you
Sweeter than the purest honey
Or your compelling wit and charm
No, that is not enough
I cannot tell of your heart
Iridescent beauty, pure and true
As stunning and fragile as crystal
Benevolent and full of passion
No, that is not enough
I could sing such praises of you
But I fear no aria will do you justice
AcheAche, ache, acheAche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The seams of my heart unravel
Unwinding themselves wistfully
Battered and beaten to powder
To a damaged, eternal void
I am only one half of my former self
I am but a shell full of dust
Rotting, decaying, dissolving
LockedWho are you?Locked6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am the answer.
The answer to what?
Why are you here?
They killed me.
They killed the answer?
They killed me because of the key.
The key to the box that held the answer.
I thought you were the answer.
Then why did they kill you for a different answer?
Oh, we arent different. Same concept, same answer.
Why did the box have the same answer you did?
Were the same answer.
Then why did they kill you if you held the same answer the box held?
They wanted the key.
But you two were the same answer.
Why didnt you tell them the answer?
Because the answer was in the box.
Then why didnt you give them the key?
Because the box wasnt locked.
LonelyThey left you behind. They left you to rot. And you know it.Lonely4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the beginning you would try to make excuses for them. Why they would never come and visit you, why you never saw them anymore, and why they left you.
They left you here to rot in this cold sterile white world. In the beginning you would try to explain their actions away, you tried not to hate them. But in the end you couldn't stop that hate, could you?
Now all you have left in this sterile white world is your hatred and me.
I am the only one who will talk to you. I am the only one who believes you. I am the only one who is there for you. After all, your so called best friends didn't even once try to believe you. And where did you end up? In this horrible white world, abandoned, forgotten. Because of them.
But I'm here, aren't I? I made sure you wouldn't be alone in this cruel new world. I made sure to protect you when it all got too much.
And when you finally lose that last tie you have with your "reality",
untitledyou were the kind of person that everybody knewuntitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but never remembered.
not quite normal, but still forgettable (just like that story you told me).
the one found walking alone in the middle of a crowd,
who strayed from the illuminated path
only to stumble in darkness.
(your eyes never adjusted).
For He...You can't judge a book by its cover.For He...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For one with a flashy cover may have a weak story to tell.
However one that is only one color may have a story that entices you.
I know a boy who does not have a flashy cover.
So people don't get to know him or hear his story.
But I got to know him and his story.
He was able to tame my wild lion heart with his clever words.
And he made me realize a grave folly that I own.
He showed me what you are like when you don't have this impediment.
For he, unlike myself, doesn't wake up hoping to look good for the upcoming day.
He doesn't worry if his outfit and hair are worthy for the judgmental packs that roam our school halls.
He just lets himself be himself and doesn't give into the pressure that enslaves the weaker minds.
For he, unlike myself, doesn't try to show off his strength in order to move up in rankings.
He doesn't try to crush people with his mastery over literature, or with the brawn of the actual body.
He lets those people bludgeon themselves
AmnesiaWhite.Amnesia4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The room is white.
White as snow. No. It is not that white. It is not a beautiful impurity. It does not glow with cold strength. It does not hold fragility in its arms. It is clean. It is perfect. It is sterile.
It is sterile.
She sits up slowly, and her arm automatically moves to assist her. It lifts for a moment, and then she allows it to fall back with a dull thud. Her other arm is numb with imagined pain, and she looks over curiously.
With a quick pull, she tears the needle out. It slides free with a feeling that makes her stomach churn. The needle is slightly bloody, and the liquid still drips with a continuous plip on her bare leg. She cringes at the sight and tosses it away, staining the perfect sheets red.
Swinging her legs with a quick motion, she gets out of bed. Her head is now spinning. Her bare feet touch the cold floor and her knees wobble uncertainly.
Her heart skips a beat as she looks around the room. She cannot find a single i
You, Yes YouYouYou, Yes You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are loved.
Never, and I mean never, forget that.
You are beautiful.
Don't ever, and I mean don't ever, let anyone tell you otherwise.
You are lovely and wonderful.
Don't, and I mean don't, let anyone make you think otherwise.
Your Knives, My PensHe was the boy that sat alone in class. The one with his headphones always in, blasting them at extremely loud volumes to block out the cruel world around him. The world of hateful words and nasty remarks. Of school-side beatings and hate around every corner. A world where music was the only thing that could block it all out, and, even if it's only for a couple minutes, make you happy.Your Knives, My Pens4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was his world.
The world where you were damned to hell if you were a "goth" or "emo". If you were a guy who wore makeup, you were labelled as a "fag". A world where you were constantly laughed at for everything that you are. It wasn't a pleasant place. It wasn't a world that anyone wanted to be in-they just were.
He was the boy with the scars on his wrists. It all started when high school started, which was when the teasing skyrocketed to an all time high. They called him goth, emo, cutter, freak, fag, homo. When he finally decided that he couldn't handle it anymore, he went home sliced his w
A true friendshipA new kid came into school today. He had long, shaggy black hair and wore a black tee-shirt and jeans. Everyone was making fun of him, he was indeed strange. Especially after school ended. He was sitting under a tree and seemed to be crying.A true friendship4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn't just shake it off and walk away, it was probably because of the way everyone was treating him. I figured that I should walk up to him and make up for the first impression he got.
As I got closer I realized that he wasn't crying, he was talking, but there was nobody there. He jumped as I got closer.
"Um, hello," I say, "Who are you talking to?" The boy smiled and looked away, "A friend of mine." He answered.
I glanced around, "Um, I don't really see anybody." His smiled faded, "Only I could see him." He sighed, "I used to live here about six years ago, I had a best friend. We've known eachother since pre-school." He leaned back, "We were like brothers."
I sat down next to him and listened to him continue.
"One day, we were playing around
A Sanctuarythere is somethingA Sanctuary4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
self-contained pockets of joy
amidst a grungy room
in a forest of linoleum
plastic tables with dirt in the grooves
and a permeating sense of beige
the monotone buzz of pressures and suppression of reactions - human reactions
they softly soothe
a tonic citron smoothing ragged patches
existing (with(IN)side) of a lovely orange universe
knowing only the smell and taste and feel of it
relying on it
as if it might be a crucifix
or an energy-absorbing shield
quite possibly the hand of Mother Nature
carding through your hair
pulling threads and fibers to uncover something sacred
to be held in your hand
a soft-nosed bullet that pierced your father's thigh (and lost the battle)
a geode, a locket, the first arrowhead your mother ever found (her favorite)
a lock of your grandmother's hair (still auburn and beautiful)
except that this treasure
maintains its own impermanence.
and when you go, your fingers are stained
with some bright, a
Am I Finally Good Enough?I wiped away your tearsAm I Finally Good Enough?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stayed up with you all night
I fought away your fears
To make sure you were alright
I was the one
Who always stood by your side
I was always there
To be the one you confide in
I moved mountains
When nobody else could
I held you in my arms
When nobody else would
Am I finally good enough
To be worthy of your love...?
Or is there something more
That you're still waiting for...?
Taste of MemoryTaste a sunsetTaste of Memory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
envision the pale tenor of
golds and blues coalescing
into bitter violets and sweet
rose, taste the colors that
bathe you in life
understand their power
their strings which tug and
shake you in the current
that moves nothing else
tasting a sunset is like a
tumble into memory
bittersweet and nostalgic
as you've seen many before,
yet each is a new dream
a peak into imagination before
you wake up and forget again.
Stardustthe universe is made of phoenix feathers and your grandmother's breathStardust4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and the song you sang when you were 6 years old
and the daisy chains you made
your pencil is made of stars
there's a glow
beneath your eyes
between the stars
it's something like fire
but we can reach out and grab it
it grabs us
connects strings to out fingertips
and throws marionette words on to paper
and signs our name and gives us credit
the ink on your hand is in your blood by now
the universe is made of phoenix feathers and your grandmother's breath
and the pages of your favorite book
and the dress she wore that night
your fingertips are marionettes are phoenix song are grandpas' beards are acrylic paint are candy apples are your home are your heart
everything is Stardust
Six Feet Of WinterWe left Autumn buried under snow.Six Feet Of Winter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waxingif everyone were howwaxing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wanted to be, there
would be snow instead of
sunshine; every morning, child
ren[d] would don the faces
of old women and shudder
out of doorways and
back - wrinkled and
worn and sterile and
stutter down the
streets, legs fashionably
fine and lips fashionably
blue: it's the latest trend
to give yourself away -
to throw yourself
away and i knew a girl, see,
she still lives in the
space between her
fingers, sunlight streams
through when she looks at
her reflection in the mirror -
illuminating her like an
angel from collarbones to
toenails and she, she cowers
skin, shivering clinging onto her
bones for dear life,
life, she seems to have given
up on life, she would rather
fly: carried on headache-highs
and the shadows over her like a
blanket as she slips down snow-
drifts, i wonder;
if she were a painter
she would be an impressionist,
all those colorful flecks of
frost, a warning you will
fall and pure and
airy as you may be, yo
You're Almost ThereTake a deep breath.You're Almost There4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You just entered the darkness.
Light will soon shine on you.
Don't look back at the past.
Look forward to the future.
It may seem hard at first,
But it will get better.
Don't hold on to the regrets you've made.
You are human after all.
Life is too short to start worrying about little things.
They will eventually come to you,
So don't stress about it.
You're halfway there.
You just have a little bit more to go.
You're mistakes are coming up,
So get ready to learn.
You start to see all of the bad things you have done,
And all of the people you have hurt because of it.
You're just about to turn away from your mistakes,
But decide not to because they'll eventually come back to you,
So why not face them now.
You start realizing what your mistakes had caused
And make a note to apologize even if it might be too late.
You've just entered the part where there's all red dripping down.
This is where you have hid your pain and hurt from the world.
You start to slow down here ev
Never Letting GoHe was always alone.Never Letting Go4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always putting on a pained smile,
Always twiddling his thumbs,
Always straying from the group.
He barely spoke,
He barely laughed,
Until she came along.
With her, he smiled,
She barely spoke,
She barely laughed,
She barely lived.
Without her, he smiled,
Without her, he began anew,
With her, he was happy,
Waiting To Be SavedI don't know what to do.Waiting To Be Saved4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so lost, so broken inside.
It's like my life has been shattered into a million pieces and I can't even find a single shard.
The darkness is taking over.
With what little light I have left, I'm trying to become strong, strong enough to overcome this darkness.
So much pain, oh the hurt I feel inside.
A promise made keeps me here.
What would happen if I disappeared?
No one would care.
I'm just one person in the crowd.
This world has left me in the dark for far too long, so who cares if I made my mark?
I know I'm being dramatic.
But who cares? Who weeps? All is lost in this lonely world of darkness.
I'm walking alone in my painful past, the darkness is leading me somewhere. But where? To more pain, or to my sweet relief?
I guess I wont know till i finally get there.
The emptiness inside my aching heart is too much right now, the feeling of longing for someone, anyone to understand. But don't tell me that you do.
How can you understand when I don't
ConcertoI covered the bed with a white sheet and let it absorb the colours of the room.Concerto4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the walls drained, I was reminded of a poem I had read centuries ago.
The beats of the words pounded from my bones as I slumped to the floor, angling my neck to hold my head up.
This was all.
I had opened my mouth to sing this morning, but then only breath knew the passage through my throat.
My eyes were empty, my teeth dry, and no colours traversed through my skin. Meaning was superfluous and adjectives escaped my tongue.
The sheet collected the stains from my life and the life in the room as the patter of the day droned on.
My back ached again. Ached, because of its having to carry my arms, which were made of copper as of late. An ugly metal sought out by the poorest of coins.
I closed my eyes and fell backwards. Bound for the floor. My head hit first.
I still bare the dent.
My lungs compressed, exhaling per routine, and with it, it brought a message from my stomach. Saying it did not want a
What Is There LeftWhat is thereWhat Is There Left4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left to do
In this world
When you leave
The one you love
When you cannot
See or talk to
Them for hours or days
There is nothing left
But to sit out in the rain;
Let the world consume you
Let the world cry for you
Let it be a shoulder
To cry on
Let it take away
All that sorrow
So you can feel better
It is all you
Have left in this
Cold, sad world
Never Say GoodbyeKiss me againNever Say Goodbye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Say it was pretend
Lift me up when I'm down
Take away my ever present frown
Dry all my tears
Take away my fears
Make me believe
You'll never leave
Say that you'll try
To never say goodbye
SecretsWhy my friend,Secrets4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why do you cry?
Why the wetness
in those pretty eyes?
If I could,
I'd wipe them dry
Wipe dry those red-ringed eyes.
Why my friend,
are you betrayed?
Who has from the
right way strayed?
If I could,
I'd set them straight
And change their crooked way.
Why my friend,
not open up?
I would listen, sure
let flow your cup
If you would,
I'd listen close
Listen so to raise you up.
So, my friend,
do you still cry?
And if you do,
please tell me why.
I cannot bear
to see such pain,
in one so full of life.
Your tears are clear
though, you sought to hide
Let not them tumble
from your eye.
If I could,
I'd wipe them dry
Wipe dry those pretty eyes.