The Pains of Preserving LoveThe Pains of Preserving Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling behind dead eyes, I don't know if I'm tired
Lingering on my life's taking a nap but I don't feel like sleeping.
Fading in your mind like a map of what once was there
Breaking our backs to fix the love in our hearts
Ghosts in the shopping aisle, looking at life through windows every day
From the back of our minds contradiction evades dignity.
Everybody leaves without donating what's kept inside
Weighed down by the hands of time, the wings of our dreams burn
There's not enough time to fill it with all the love in your heart.
We all would like to make up for lost time
Circling swarms of regret in crowded squares
Life that see
Shepherds Gray I,II,IIII have to destroy the wickedShepherds Gray I,II,III4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The beast that has marked my threshold of pain
The anger he wants me to write, is so ungodly
All the sorrow surrounding this shepherd is gray
I dont feel Ill ever know the reasons why
Why all has been mistreated in such a way.
All my instincts are to dwell,
And let my emotions slip before the depression
Before the wind outside has calmed to rain.
And still; youd believe your senses
If all you thought had reason to follow.
Imagine that path is gone and deserted
That sense to reason has no purpose to follow
Because you have no faith in man anymore.
I cannot be the God in me forever
Rebel Without a CauseBlue eyes and rose lips,Rebel Without a Cause5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is it cold beneath the red jacket?
I wanna reach out and say I understand,
But all that's left is cold glass and a
Lonely orchid lying on a grave.
What was the view,
That September day?
Did you feel used up?
Your animalistic scream sends ice up my spine.
Something in my heart,
Perhaps a hidden fire,
Suddenly burned up my throat the first time I heard that voice.
The first time I saw you smile.
The first time I felt you cry.
You're a ghost that haunts me in my dreams.
I feel so protective of you,
Although it's too late to save you,
Though you already saved me.
So I keep you alive inside my soul,
Dead Poets and Terminal RebelsDead Poets and Terminal Rebels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will not write. I will not live but only in dream.
Through my words my heart shall appear,
My soul will disappear and my heart shall break.
Can sleeping angels awake dead poets?
Gentle minds crave strong hearts,
Strong minds weaken gentle souls.
My dreams take me to you,
My dreams take me away from you.
Nothing but dreams haunt me,
Nothing but you keeps me awake.
Only you my dream can revive me.
Words encircle me, torture and confine me
Equally words amaze me. My one and only gift is my hell.
Reaching out from within to the beauty in the world
But only finding the ugliness of the world.
That is where my pen stems from. Brok
Fallen AngelHis blood gushes over Hell's pain filled stonesFallen Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accompanied by the sound of his tortured moans
He is in agony too much to be borne
Soon he will crack, with no one to mourn
Yet in the midst of his torment he still adores
The she-devil watching him writhe on Hell's cold floor
Her eyes are cold, her mouth is cruel
She has no pity for the lovelorn fool
She is obviously too far above
Petty emotions- compassion or love
She looks so beautiful as she aims the knife
Which ends his misery and takes his life
Quickly she discards him
And rises to Earth to find another victim
She is the master at coy seduction
She flutters her eyelashes, an
Greedy little buggarsLies.Greedy little buggars4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hear them everywhere.
People filled with so much emotion...
only killing themselves.
It fills the world.
Not one's to blame.
They try to tame.
No luck my friend.
"Nice try," I say.
Let's try another day.
The sea of love. The storms of hate.
"Which one?" They ask.
But yet no reply.
When you want love, you know you can't truely have it.
So you choose hate.
Riddles Below you I am. Time means not to me. Top hat placed upon my head. Suit covers my body. I am not living, nor I'm I dead. My name means nothing. Yet I am only here to help you. Now forget your duties and come with me. Together we will be, in a land filled with everything but greed. Fear not, I am only a friend.Riddles4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yesterday, today, tomorrow. I will be here. Nor shall I ever leave you. Always I will be on your side. Beauty I am not, but trust I am filled with. Scales adn stench I am. Flowers and sweet breeze I am not. Please, do not be afraid. I am here for you.
Rock Opera Part I Wonder what he did wrong. Didn't do a thing. It wasn't him, couldn't been. He was with me and Tim.Rock Opera Part I4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I heard he got out today. Told me his brother Bill is gonna pay. THough he can't do a thing right now, cause he's got to find his way.
I told him I knew Bill, said I will. Sorry Bill.
Today I walked in the park. Heard a nasty bark.
Just my luck, it was the man I been looking for.
Bill walked up to me, said he just got back from the jury. I looked at him nervously, clenched my fists then told him i had to hurry.
I walked off, felt bad...also felt good. I need a plan, don't know what i should do.
Night's ChildNight's childNight's Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feathers laced with moonlight
The face of a forgotten spirit
Cold and pale
A single feather races through the sky,
Like a sliver of the Moon
Sliced into a thousand pieces
Scattered into the night
A screech cuts through the air
Gone in a flurry of feathers
Flying through the night
A ghostly kite
Nobility and grace
Strength and beauty
None compare to
Set into a face of ice
Feathers, tawny like the morning's light
Shot with dust of the earth
Silent and serene
Beauty surpasses that of any other
Takes flight on
The Opheliac poemMaybe it'll never beThe Opheliac poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An endless love that i can only see
You look at me with eyes of hate
A love story between me and you,which i wish i can create
Maybe you'll love me in the future
But my suffering is an endless feature
I look at you with eyes of lust
But all you do is think of me in disgust
Maybe i'll stop thinking of you
Only if you dont sue
You shall be my Opheliac
by James Lunsford
01-21 - Funeral Pt2Embora esteja a olhar para o céu, todos os seus restantes sentidos estão atentos a qualquer movimento. Por momentos, julga que adormece. Corpos celestes cruzam os céus deixando ligeiros rastos de luz branca e brilhante. Como que hipnotizado por uma serpente, não consegue tirar os olhos do céu. Uma atrás de outra, as luzes acendem-se a cada passagem, brilhando intensamente e aos poucos definhando até finalmente se apagarem. Um ruído atrás das suas costas despertam-no do transe e rapidamente está desperto. Quando tira os olhos do céu, já não havia sinal das luzes, mas a sua aten01-21 - Funeral Pt27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
like candylike candy9 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Shaking. Every piece of her was shaking. Her mind jostled inside her skull as a thin stream of spit sailed from between quivering lips. It felt like an explosion from the inside, and it was as if she felt her pupils dilate, and the fire start burning across her cheeks. Her breathing grew ragged; quickened, and her heart pulsated under seemingly cracking ribs.
A cold sweat glistened upong the plane of her forehead as her teeth clamped upon her bottom lip (later to tear right through it), pain searing through every nerve as she slowly pressed the plunger further into the syringe (it was barely past the first black line -- a milestone).
the meetthe meet9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
it smelled like rubber and sweat; the sweetest scents to become acquainted with -- at least, to me. i really wasn't there for a purpose. [i'm lying. i was there for a boy. a BOY.] but that's not the point. i was there, and i was enchanted. when there's feelings involved, everything is romanticized, and taken to kinkos to be completely blown out of proportion to the point that it's so fake, you can see the pixels [i didn't care. my resolution was faded anyway...your aura was too bright.]
i was nervous. fuck, i was nervous. barely a word escaped my lips, because my whole body was taking everything in [blue, white, purple, red,
Roulette EyesRoulette Eyes10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
A person stands in front of me. His eyes are gone- in their place are shifting images. They shift from different eyes, numbers, card suits, lucky charms. They stop on two white orbs. A title appears in my mind- Roulette Eyes. With how they're shifting, I realize it should be Slot Machine Eyes. This realization comes and goes, but the title remains the same, like a placard that has been placed under the wrong painting. Roulette Eyes.
The person is gone. I'm in front of a wall. There's a calendar there, turned to the last page- January. It's got too many boxes in a row for a week. There must be 9 boxes in a row and 6 rows. Every single box is
I Hate LoveI Hate Love10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I accepted my love for you as whole.
A hole in my chest.
Gouged out like soup from a bowl, tossed into your mouth like fudge, twirling uncontrollably. Until I die. Then you'd be happy. You'd do a rain dance if I died… you wouldn't realize that the time I spent repenting the sins I inflicted on you was so cumbersome and so meaningless because you let me perish like a dolphin in a shark's mouth.
Remember that day at the park when we first told each other that there was something special between us? Remember when you said we could never be apart – that it was "my life's ambition to make you happy"? Do you remember saying that to me? Or were y
Time, Space and nameless things-Time, Space1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cold, the unrepentant
are nearer to God than I to you.
Petty deaths spring forth
erupt like cannon fire
till I am down, I am on my knees.
and the shades of thought bleed thick
as wounds; take what is offered you-
ten miles from the trenches, myself,
into your arms.
Broken HeartBroken Heart9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running out of needle and thread,
To sow my broken heart,
So many tears it's bled,
And now it's falling apart.
Bleeds because it wants to love,
And wants to receive some back,
But it appears never to have been worthy of,
And every day adds another crack.
I hear the stitch and I hear the break,
I feel the sore and feel the ache,
Its bleeds, it cries, it screams in pain,
The hurt it carries I can't explain.
Pieces by Pieces it withers away,
Tried sowing it back together but it just won't stay,
And someday it will fall broken to the floor,
Not remembering how to beat anymore.
No Stitches left, completely open in two,
No longer r
The Cat MistookNo zebraThe Cat Mistook9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the old mare;
she bumps the stall door,
seeking sun with blind eyes.
only the neighbor's dogs
drunk with escape;
the ferment of wet woods on a grey day.
The cat mistook itself for a tiger,
not knowing that the caught vole
was one of a vast race--
that it had happened before.
Wonderland ~ PrologueNameless' POV:Wonderland ~ Prologue2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I watch the world. I think; thinking about every detail and aspect of everything. I watch as people grow and change, as buildings fall or get built. I watch everything with my eyes. The world grows slowly, but quickly it's surroundings disappear. It's funny how from one day to the next, everything can disappear. How everything can slip from my fingers so fast; too fast. I watch the world. I watch it grow. I watch the people. I watch them change. I watch because I am an observer.
I looked over to Methy, watching as her chest went up and down in even patterns as she slept. Her curled brown hair covered her face from the world in tangles that shimmered from the light of the candle next on the desk next to her. I looked over to Quinn, seeing as he slept on his back with a stern face as usual. The moonlight from the window showed his creamy olive skin. I smiled.
How nice it must be to sleep so peacefully.
I stood from the cold concrete floor of our lonely concre
looking at a precipice... againCan I still be happylooking at a precipice... again2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even after finding
That some of the doors
Or open onto high ledges
Or don’t exist at all?
Can I be happy in here
Or do I have to hurl myself
At those smooth walls
And off those heights?
Who built them?
Was it me?
How long have they been there?
Were the windows
Do I need to take this chance?
If I keep wandering these halls
Will there be other doors?
What if there isn't?
Do I need to get out
But if I don’t –
If I stay –
Will it be happiness,
Or a tomb?
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HallucinationsHallucinations5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He buries his head in the neck of a girl, who smells of flowers,
her aroma plagues his inhalations
like the smoke of weeping willow trees,
now as he exhales, he exhales kisses into
the long unending lines curving around her eyes like crescent moons,
for she is but a shy reflection of the sun
and he holds onto her like a shadow;
grasping at clouds with the outline of her silhouette,
using her as a tube of Vaseline, placing her over his eyes at night,
oh but then the daylight washes over him like bathwater,
waking him into a crisp clean air
where she cannot rid him of his wrinkles or internal emptiness,
because she only comes t
The Boy and the GirlOne upon a time,The Boy and the Girl5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was a boy,
And there was a girl.
Both of them had closets.
The girls closet had scary skeletons,
and heavy suitcases
That horrified her far too much,
and weighed far too much,
for her to take out on her own.
The boy had the same problem,
but much worse.
He was big, and brave,
but his baggage was far too heavy
And even he, the fearless boy
was too afraid to take out those skeletons.
Both of them were covered in cuts and bruises.
All over their bodies,
they bled, and ached.
One day, the boy and girl happened upon each other.
They became very good friends.
The two had very similar interests,
and had v