Infinityyou want to take him and turn him into his basic elementsInfinity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until he is a collection of sparkling particles
an essence you can breathe into your lungs
and hold there like smoke
you want to become the emptiness between his spine
the infinity behind those bones
a healed fracture in his soul
Forget HimForget himForget Him8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget the love that you once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget when they played you song
Remember when you Cried all night long
Forget how close you once were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget how you memorized his walk
Forget the way he used to talk
Forget the things he used to say
Remember he has gone away
Forget his laugh, forget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember his with her tonight
Forget the time that went so fast
Forget the love that moved, it's past
Forget he said he'd leave you never
Remember he's gone forever...
love poem for a bibliophile III haven't been reading much latelylove poem for a bibliophile II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I suppose it's because of you:
your page-pale skin is as beautiful
as any story, your ink-laced flesh
as lovely as any words. abstractedly,
I touch a birthmark, thinking of it
as a bookmark so that, in the morning,
I can begin you again.
Albino ravenHe often wondered whyAlbino raven1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
he couldn't bond with anyone else,
why his hands were always dripping
with salty sweat and liquid fire.
He grew up without a father
so he made his own,
he'd always punish himself for what
he thought was wrong,
hands would always be full of
uneven healed wounds,
he felt the need to tear off his scabs.
A jaguar. a cheetah.
a child full of spots on his skin.
He would often wonder why
he couldn't bond with anyone else,
albino raven in the shape of a boy,
his actions would only be
repetitions and charmless imitations of men,
in the end, he was
both inside and outside
he made sure his father remembered him that.
what had happened before
would echo into today,
his feathers turned white
from the shame and disgrace
of not having someone
to tell him
"I'm proud of you".
TrecutAm sa te astept,Trecut2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mereu am facut-o, pentru ca stiu ca mereu o sa te intorci. O sa vii la mine cersindu-mi un sfat, rugandu-ma sa te ascult sau cuprins de ura ai venit cautandu-ti alinare. Mereu te-am asteptat, acolo unde m-ai lasat sau unde ai vrut sa ma uiti. Oricat de mult ai fi vrut, mereu gasesti o cale spre mine pentru ca sti ca eu o sa fiu mereu acolo cand ai nevoie si am sa te ascult, am sa te inteleg si am sa te ajut.
Stiu ca ma urasti pentru ceea ce sunt. Uneori ai vrea sa dispar, dar oare cum as putea face asta cand sunt o parte din tine. Sunt tu...si o sti prea bine. Ma urasti, doar oare cat de mult te urasti si pe tine? Ma vezi pe mine in oglinda de fiecare data cand te uiti, dar oare pe tine de ce nu te vezi? Oare de ce nu vezi ca eu oricat de mult as vrea sa am un Sine al meu, sunt modelat de vointa ta si ajung ca o sluga sa fiu tarat peste pamantul peste care tu calci. Iar intr-un final, tot eu sunt cel pe care il urasti? De ce nu vrei sa intelegi ca oricata ura ai arunca
Infrastructureclean my body of it,Infrastructure1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scent of self-sufficiency, defeat.
an infrastructure of my own emotions,
public transit through my veins and spirit.
this growing up thing is full of
broken bridges, tearful sighs and clenched ribs,
if you are not enough, then no one is,
if you are not enough, then finding myself will be the worst part of it.
when words are bleak and dull
what's the point of speaking,
what's the point of breaking the silence if there's
nothing to it.
a symphony of stares and sighs into the floor,
an orchestra of hands going through my hair.
if this is self-sufficiency
I'm not sure I want to have it,
why have these mechanical movements when you can just be
your well oiled self, fixed up by someone else?
why do I get the feeling that all these roads that should get in my head
end up going nowhere...
if this is self-sufficiency
I don't really know if I want to puke my heart out or hold it in.
like polishing firewood,
would you rather have stones in your head or in your chest,
accidental exposurenewton’s laws neveraccidental exposure1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
applied to you. maybe
tomorrow won’t come, and
we will always be a
few gestures short of
you are that glint
on the edge of the
flirtation of a star, of
a wish whispered
into skin that
cannot listen. I
traced so many apologies into
your spine; Dear Amy, my
body is an empty bookshelf
and I’m sorry I couldn’t
give you a perfect ending.
Dear Amy, you are more than
the hands that hollowed you
and made you quiet. Dear Amy,
stunted emotional development
is a blessing but I’m so scared I’ll
hurt you I’m so scared I care
about you, you’re the first person
who didn’t want me selfishly,
the first person to make
there are so many shades
of blue in your eyes
I can’t capture; so many
poems caught in your
hair. I dreamt about you
every night this week;
I was the monster hiding
under your bed.
truly satedjust like stars in the night sky,truly sated9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
things are clearest in the dark.
as she wept on the balcony, everything was crystal:
the moon, the glass doors,
the sound of her tears shattering against the stone floor,
the way she blended in with the icicles,
while frozen, while motionless and unmovable.
and in that moment everything was in disorder on Earth,
except for that 2 square meters balcony.
everything was swaying as usual in its own rhythm
except for that tiny balcony of that godforsaken house.
and she wept like a statue, 'cause she didn't find any reasons to move,
and why would she? another year had passed and nothing had changed,
another year had passed and she was still the same wretched human being,
she felt clean in her misery, as if she deserved her sorrow.
her eye-water was the only warm thing that night, the only thing
still steaming in the frostbitten balcony.
all she was feeling was this insatiable hunger
that had been mauling her constantly
'cause she couldn't find something
mademoiselle poganyi always knew i'll lose youmademoiselle pogany11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i tried really hard to make space in my head
so i can hold you there and remember you forever,
a time when i didn't fear death,
a time when the only thing that counted was having you.
before the thirst for knowledge became the thirst for power,
back when i didn't frown so much,
back when my hands weren't long,
when i learned how to draw.
what was lost and never found,
when i look for shapes, i always look for you.
in this erratic space and time
the first semblance of structure remains ingrained in your head,
while i fill up my thoughts with forms and contours
it always feels improper,
in a childish mind of chaos
love becomes order.
Intre somnO inima?Intre somn2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sti, cred ca am ceva de genu pierduta in piept. Am simtit-o cum batea in ziua in care te-am intalnit. Nu stiu daca a fost ceva voluntar sau nu, dar am simtit-o cum batea cu pumnii in mine si striga ca vrea libertate. Satula de intuneric si cuprinsa de frica vroia sa iasa afara, cuprinsa de caldura ta. O inima...nici nu stiu cum arata. Nici nu stiam ca asa ceva salasluieste in mine pana sa te intalnesc.
Dar acum si tu de indoiesti de existenta ei, si ma intrebai daca am asa ceva. Am, dar acum imi dau seama de ce am lasat-o ingropata atatia ani. Ii era mai bine printre suflete moarte. Acum vazandu-te cum pleci, tipa dupa tine. Ii e teama ca ca daca nu o sa te mai vad, toata ura mea, regretele mele si tot ce ramane in urma ta vor fi pamant pentru ea. Si simte ca numai rezista. Asa ca te rog, lasa bagajul jos, numai privi spre usa...
...nu e nimic dincolo de ea care sa te astepte.
E aceiasi lume de care ne-am refugiat in camera asta. Ia-ma in brate si spune-mi ca va fi bine. Buzel
and strobing lightsit seems that every pair of lips isand strobing lights5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bound to become dull eventually,
(mine also included)
the chaos, the smoke, the strobing lights,
my palms that are soaked with sweat
& the feeling of being anesthetized,
the way that our bodies could
race against one another, the way that I'd let you lose yourself
while I seep through your hair
& the way that I'd sink my hands & teeth into your waist.
yet fear is all I've ever known,
down is the only place I knew where to look,
sighs were the only things that I knew how to say
while words would get stuck in my throat,
while I'd long for comfort in my
self-loathing state of being forever alone.
& solitude feels like dried out paint,
wrinkling & falling down into flakes.
& solitude feels like everything's quicksand
& you sink into the carpet, bed sheets & hardwood floors.
solitude feels like keyboards & cables & computer screens,
like speakers & mice & the sting in your eyes at 3:35 am.
lately I seem to have mastered the art of staring
at places & thin
intangibilO să-nveţiintangibil5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
că nimic nu e corect
şi niciodată n-o să ai
ceea ce meriţi.
Love as an AsthmaticI snatch my breath after we kissLove as an Asthmatic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I want to feel you
in my wheezing, useless lungs
not just a craving
a desperate need
in the physical urge
to breathe you in,
make your mystical secrets
a part of my body.
Weightless"why do i...Weightless7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
feel so sleepless all the time?"
he asked himself while counting his fingers,
"what a strange sensation,
as if i'm dust and i'm scattered,
it's like i'm here, but not really,
myself, but not quite"
i guess it's normal to doubt yourself every once in a while,
yet what do you do when you've been weightless for so much time,
always tall yet forever filling gaps,
always loud yet forever walking in silence,
words are fine, words are
good to speak and shout and waste,
yet there are these times when everything you are just seems
like words can't really tell how you've been feeling
like how you walk through walls
and lose your pupils in the dark,
how hours seem to slip through your fingers
while you desperately try to cup your hands together,
all in slow-motion.
"and i looked at my face hundreds and thousands of times
and nothing had changed,
then why do i feel so tired and filled to the brim
with mingled breaths and car smoke and hourgl
life lessons kindalove is not utopia,life lessons kinda1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but resembles a game of dice
with sweet embraces and nuclear bombs on the sides.
the root of it all is circumstance,
the chance of meeting her at the bus station
and the chance of wandering alone forever.
you love acting like you know what you want,
but you don't even get to choose,
so thank the moments when it all seems clear,
'cause I don't know if it ever is,
'cause at some point you feel so much sorrow,
it seems like you've got to pass through an endless amount of
smoke and thick fog and never ending tears
to be able to breathe.
the people you'll meet and the people you'll be,
the things that you'll gain and the things that'll be
the goals that you'll strive to achieve and the ones that will be
forever out of reach,
I guess what I'm trying to say is
Seize the day.
time is relentless and time stops for no one,
yet love makes watches and hours feel
numbers and clock hands that drip on the floor,
a mess that just
CopenhagenLet’s meet again in an alternate universeCopenhagen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where your eyes are brown and I dyed my hair black
because I hated being a natural blue.
I’ll teach you to play guitar
and you’ll show me how to fly,
scholars caught in an intellectual love affair,
a tandem bike going nowhere.
I’ll know you by the gentleness
of your fingertips and you’ll need
no identifier but the slant of my handwriting,
because, world to world, some things don’t change.
Sheets“I adore you,”Sheets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she said, whimsically twisted in the rippled gossamer sheets of their bed.
And in these words were memories of weather-worn love letters,
long kisses with smeared roseate lipstick,
and layered mascara outlining her chatoyant eyes,
for he loved the way it looked.
she said months later, tightly grasping the rippled gossamer sheets of her bed.
And in these words were soiled and crumpled goodbye notes,
untarnished roseate lipstick on her opulent lips,
and smeared mascara, creating an ashy mess on her pillowcase,
for who cares if he used to love the way it looked.
She whispered to empty sheets,
“I meant abhor you.”
Broken Spirit - 14Discord's ear twitched to the faint sound of scribbling beside him. He could still feel the soft and comforting wing of the alicorn blanketing and protecting him. Dimly, the god realized he was cuddling something furry. Perceiving it to be Celestia, he opened his eyes only to find he had a certain purple teddy bear snuggled up under his chin.Broken Spirit - 143 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" Celestia bent her head to lightly nuzzle her snout into the dozy spirit's bed fur.
Discord moaned and rubbed at his burning eyes. They were still incredibly puffy and red from the night's mass breakdown. For a moment, the spirit found himself wondering if it had all truly happened, until he touched his tender eyes.
"Ugh. Last night actually happened? I actually just...bawled like a baby? How embarrassing." He let out a loud yelp of pain as the princess's golden clad hoof slapped him upside the head, glaring sternly at him.
"Discord, last night was needed," the princess said sternly as the spirit moa
IchiRuki - Truth or Dare"What do you want to do today?"IchiRuki - Truth or Dare5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I have no idea. What do you want to do?"
Ichigo and Rukia were lying down in the grass by the river, relaxing after a night of intense hollow fighting. So far, Rukia's phone had not gone off, so the two decided to take it easy and try to regain some energy and strength. It seemed simple, but Rukia quickly realized that not attending to their normal every day tasks was causing slight anxiety.
"This is really strange," Rukia said, looking at her phone. "Not a single hollow alert? This thing's gotta be broken."
"I will admit it's weird not fighting, but I don't think your phone is broken. Maybe hollow's need a day off too." Ichigo joked.
"Oh ha ha."
"Rukia, relax. Just enjoy this while you can. It's not very often we get to take a break."
"But I'm BORED, Ichigo!" she whined.
"Sorry. Can't help you with that." He replied.
"There's got to be something we can do. We should go find some lost souls and send them to the Soul Society or something!"
"You need to g
FlutterMac Part 7: A Broken Hearts and Hooves DayThe bustling market street was noisy that day, not that the center of Ponyville wasn’t always loud with the sounds of various mares and stallions haggling over prices for their wares, but today it just seemed like everypony was trying to yell over each other. Big Macintosh didn’t mind though. If being bombarded with a little noise was the only price he had to pay to spend this afternoon with Fluttershy, he would gladly pay it. With winter slowly coming to an end, the various vendors of Ponyville were trying to sell off the last of their wares before the new produce was ripe for the coin making. This is why the market was so chaotic. Everything was being sold cheaper than normal.FlutterMac Part 7: A Broken Hearts and Hooves Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fluttershy had asked for him to come along with her to the farmers market because he was better at dealing with some of the ruder merchants that they may encounter. While he didn’t mind being surrounded by the hustle and bustle of large groups of ponies, he much preferred the quiet and rustic
The Diffrence Ch1Chapter 1The Diffrence Ch13 years ago in Drama More Like This
A Mysterious Beginning
The crackling sound of burning wood and the hiss of electric popping was all he could hear around him. The young foal opened his eyes, he could see many stars but the smoke from the burning embers were covering a few of them. The colt tried to sit up but it was no use, his body felt completely drained. He turned his head to look around, he was lying on his back in a crater of scorched plants, and every other second he could see some kind of electric arc come off the ground and make contact with a scorched stump or even a part of his body. In the shadow on the outside of the crater, he could see glowing eyes of some kind of creature, hidden in the shadows. The colt was afraid but he was too weak to get up and run. As the creature got closer, it put its paw on the edge of the crater. Almost immediately, an arc of electricity jumped out of the
Sunetul ploiiSunetul pianului se auzea pe fundalul ploii in acea seara. Imbibat de mirosul parfumului ei, am pasit prin holul pustiu spre camera de unde natura parea sa renasca prin sunetele de duet.Sunetul ploii2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Ma opresc in prag pentru o clipa. Nu am vrut sa o sperii, asa ca m-am oprit sa o admir. Langa fereastra prin care cerul isi varsa intunericul unei ploi de toamna, ea lumina acea seara. Pe un scaun cioplit din lemn, canta. Asemeni unei pasari, un glas ce nu imi era dat sa il inteleg, sunete al caror ecou doar il simteam cum rasuna in jurul meu, ma faceau sa ma pierd. Adanc in ochii ei, in sufletul ei. Simteam cum traieste fiecare clipa, nota, picatura de suflat ce o torna pe clape si le facea sa rasune.
Pierduta in privirea sa o gaseam, in o lume atat de frumoasa. Sa vezi intunericul ca o lumina. Sa vezi lumina din tristetea unei ploi de toamna, si sa o intelegi incat sa ii poti raspunde prin muzica. As fi vrut sa nu stric acea clipa si sa nu se mai termine. Un tablou atat de perfect ce mi-a ramas in am
another time yet most likely neverI'm sorry,another time yet most likely never10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd really like to fill the holes in your skin with my skin,
the place between your lips with my lips
'cause your stillness doesn't feel cold
and the shape of your hands often makes mine tremble,
but the nape of your neck burns my tongue
and your waist makes my fingernails sting,
like a snake in the grass
with sinless yet murderous intent
as if hunger deserves punishment.
the hands that resemble yours,
fall in flimsy love with all the birdies and the doves,
I'll keep the ones with skin that reminds me of you,
time will pass, we'll have our
old stories told, new memories written,
I will have been charmed dozens of times,
yet in their silence
I'll always feel