A True FriendA True FriendA True Friend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I called your name, but you weren't there
I wish so much that I didn't care
I wanted to talk to you today
I had a lot of things to say
I loved our talks that used to last forever
I loved the times when we were together
I loved the stories that you used to tell
How you closed your eyes and remembered them well
Stories of when you were young
Back when your life had just begun
Of all the people you had met along the way
No one ever had a bad word to say
You dug deep back into your memories
When I was young and sat on your knee
All the homemade stuff you used to make
It makes me wish that I knew how to bake
I will tell my children all about you, too
I'm so sorry that they never had the chance to meet you
Thank you Grandma, for the stories of your youth
I will treasure them my whole life through
SometimesSometimesSometimes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay awake at night
With a tear-stained pillowcase
Thinking about you
While I'm laying there
If you're laying there
Thinking about me too
The pain of RainThe rain falls on meThe pain of Rain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a thousand pounds of pressure
i can't take the strain
my knees begin to buckle
i try to keep my strength
but to no avail
this heavy burden shall soon prevail
i shall fall and be crushed
i can't handle this weight on my own
if only there was someone
so i was not alone
to split this burden would save my life
ive asked you once
but ill make it twice
please come save me
and stand in this rain
and together we both
shall hold the worlds pain.
:in between words and worlds:i.:in between words and worlds:4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With amorphous regret in my mind and genesis in my notebook I turn the page and there is the hateful etching of your name a hundred times over and over until its engraved on my wrists and under my eyelids, those crimson marks dispersing into atoms when I close my eyes, there is the slight tremble of the summer leaves and the south birds migration, there are the salmons leaping in ocean's tears and mountain's streams and there are cars whizzing by the empty voids between our words and worlds.
To you, words exist in worlds
And to me worlds live in the existence of words
But you'll only frown and turn away, and accuse me of being philosophical and boring.
Because maybe that's what I am, a cluster of clashing words,
Clashing worlds when I shut my eyes
And clashing sounds like soap water when I just l i s t e n .
In the translucent yellow of this candlelight, the lisp of words soften to words sifting above whispers, and in vain I sketch in my mind the shape of your smi
DiscoverWhat is the purpose of this experience?Discover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With them always, even beyond death
For them, all emotion is shared
To give it our all, regardless of what other tell us?
For her, he will break a promise
With her, he might become the greatest
To love someone unconditionally despite their faults,
For him, she'll put her life and love on the line
With him, all she wants is happiness and peace
Or their crimes?
For him, she would have walked a dark path
With him, she only wants love
To get revenge on another's misdeeds?
For her, he'll hesitate, if only for a moment
With her, he'd be able to see the light of love again
To defy destiny?
For her, he might fight an army single-handedly
With her, he'd be happy
Or to create it?
For him, she'd get stronger, just in case he needed protection
With him, she'd be more than the orphan girl with an obsession with pointy things
To rekindle dying flames?
For her, he'd try ignite a youthful flame in her so
Fallingon broken wings i fallFalling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my sins drag me down
i try to stay high
but something brings me down
i am a wounded bird
unable to take flight
i can't be the angel
under the moonlight
the pain i endure
grows worse everyday
there is no one around
to help me on my way
sick and broken
i lay on my wings
and think to myself
what has become of me?
Who Am I? Who Am I?Who Am I?6 years ago in Other More Like This
All day long I sit inside
Behind a computer screen I hide
Not knowing who I'm talking to
Other than a name that says who
You only know what I intend to share
Not anything very personal, do I dare
Am I black,yellow,red or white
What is my age, my weight, my height
Are my eyes blue, hazel, brown or green
Am I nice or am I mean
Do I have excellent manners
Am I a homemaker or a planner
Am I rich or am I poor
Do I own a roof and a floor
Am I married or do I like kids
Do I tell too much or keep it hid
Who Am I, I'd like to know
What can typed words and descriptions show
Do I live somewhere hot or cold
Am I young or am I old
Do I cuss or am I prude
Am I pleasant or am I rude
Do I like girls or do I like guys
Or do I keep it in disguise
Do I like cats or do I like dogs
Maybe turtles or even frogs
China, Canada, United States
In the country or behin
The HangingShe doesn't know what we see in her.The Hanging5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She doesn't know what everyone knows.
She says she's ugly and she wants to hide.
If only she could see through his eyes.
To him she's amazing, so pretty, so flawless.
He wouldn't have told her that unless he had to confess.
Late one night she was lonely and felt life wasn't right.
She grabbed the rope and tied it with all of her might.
The chair kept her stable until her last fall.
She didn't even think of making one last call.
He thought she was everything when she felt she was not.
Happiness wasn't something she could have ever bought.
They talked everyday
but he was too afraid
to tell her how he felt
how he felt he could melt.
He was shocked when he saw her, his body fell to the floor.
He would never again see the precious girl who made up his world.
The funeral was mournful, especially for him.
He thought again of the life that could have been.
He went to her grave the next day, no one in sight.
He said all the things that he felt were right.
DeathShe's like a flower in the midst of weeds,Death6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Choking, her life slowly slipping away,
Unsure if she should fight or give in to death's cold hands.
He stalks her, waiting for her to break,
Seeing how much she can take.
Quietly waiting for her to lose.
Like a whithering rose,
Her beauty fading away.
A cold grin shines on his face,
As death wraps her in his embrace,
She's giving into his power.
A tear slips down her wrinkled cheek,
A tear of soft sadness,
Rain of defeat.
He can feel her fading away,
His sadistic glance making her lose today,
She has lost to his cold grasp.
Eyes closed as she dreams of a time,
When everything in her life was divine,
Slipping into unconciousness.
A maniacal laugh escapes his throat,
Every thought in his mind does gloat,
He has won again.
Her tired body limply falls,
Her battle now over,
She is gone.
Painting it with ColorThis girl I knew,Painting it with Color5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She could paint the world with color
always thinking of another way to help others out.
But, her, herself, she was ruined by the madness,
taken by the sadness,
but she hid it so well .
Empty TankI guess you could sayEmpty Tank5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm moving on
My feelings for you
But my thoughts they
Churn up endlessly
Filled with you
Vast like the sea
Making my body this shell
My mind a blank
And I can no longer tell
Which road to take
So tell me please
What this says of me
Since I'm filled with you
And no longer free
Liebe macht blindEdward heiß ich, bin Vampir,Liebe macht blind3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fledermaus und wildes Tier.
Dennoch schenkte sie mir Liebe,
Traute mir, trotz meiner Triebe.
Ohne Hirn und ohne Sinn
Gab sie sich mir gänzlich hin.
Tja, so hab‘ ich sie gebissen,
Venen blutig aufgerissen.
Jämmerlich ist sie verreckt,
Immerhin, sie hat geschmeckt.
Lost My Grip On RealityI've lost my grip on reality today,Lost My Grip On Reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've tripped and stumbled,
And let my mind run away.
Dropped my heart right down the stairs,
Pulled my arms from their limbs,
Watched my teeth run off in pairs.
I've lost my grip on reality today,
I've fallen and cracked,
So where I sit is where I'll stay.
tears don't drown your sorrowlost one,tears don't drown your sorrow5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why do you always seem so sad? Your eyes are deep cerulean swirls of the sea, calm on the surface but fatal underneath with endless anfractuosities. Crestfallen rivers find their way down your cheeks and fall like raindrops on your cold hands.
If you were a song you would be the most broken and desolate winter nocturne in solo. You would be the beautiful heartbreaking tune of the violinist in the park, leaning down to close his old case full of coins.
You said you could play the piano for hours, from sunrise to sunset and into the quiescent night, but I know your slender fingers always remain the same temperature---below zero. And sometimes, your heartbeat is so silent and your eyes so icy blue I could almost see the snowflakes waltzing in them, an endless snowstorm. What happened to your passion?
When the show is over, the stage swept sterile and the actors all gone home to live in the monstrous truth, you sit in the dark and hear the walls breathing, and the whisper war in
You Can't Go BackYou can't go back only aheadYou Can't Go Back6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bring back the living from the dead
Unbreak a heart or uncry tears
Take back all of the crazy fears
Uncut all of the long beautiful hair
Or the reasons you didn't share
Untext the words to all your friends
Undo the damage in the end
Unbreak the glass on the floor
Unpunch the hole in the door
You can't unslap the face of your enemy
Or unscrape the skin from your knee
You can't unbreak a broken heart
When your whole world is torn apart
You can't put the horse behind the cart
That wouldn't be very smart
You can only go forward and not go back
So tell me what you think about that
Das MartelltalHoch oben auf dem SchludensteinDas Martelltal3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stand eine Hütte winzig klein.
Dort einst ein Held in dunkler Rüstung
Lehnte sich weit über die Brüstung.
Dies - das merkte er im Flug -
War nicht übermäßig klug.
Unser Ritter, sein Name war Martell,
Wurd' durch die Schwerkraft furchtbar schnell.
Und weil Felsen härter ist als Knochen,
Hat der Aufprall sein Genick gebrochen.
Und die Menschen, die zu seinem Grabe kamen,
Gaben dem Tal dann seinen Namen.
You're Still YouYou're Still You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To me you are still you
Even though you are blue
That doesn't stop me from loving you
Or the love that others give too
I hate the disease called depression
It has a lot of modifications
Based on all kinds of situations
Could be old or new creations
Sure they give you drugs to numb the pain
When you start feeling you take them again
Your mind never really knows when
Or where it has really been
To me you have not changed at all
I stare at the same four walls
I field all of the phone calls
I feel like a rubber ball
Its you and me kid against the world
At you a task has been hurled
Around it your mind has curled
Its me and you, my little girl
People dont know what to say
It seems they expect a miracle everyday
We let our pride get in the way
Its a game we hate to play
You are still the same lovely you
I hate it when you are blue
Your friends just want you back
Treating you different is what they lack
AllegroAllegroAllegro5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Always moving, progressing,
Deemed stupid, pointless,
Dissmissed, we're voiceless,
A new age, it's 'great',
More war, more hate,
Important lessons, still untaught,
Governmental lies, all bought,
Liquor bottles, cheap placebos,
Money thrown, to dark casinos,
Always moving, progressing,
Definition Of My TearsAnd my tears are not just some transparent, warm liquid that fall from my eyes. They mean so much more then that.Definition Of My Tears5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They speak, they burn and they plead when my tongue is tangled in pain or resentment and can not twist itself into comprehendable words.
They often save me from blurting something I may regret or save me embarassment before I can think clearly. Does that not count for anything according to you?
What do your tears do? or do you not spew them when we chastise and curse each other. Do you not have any blame?
I weep to be soft , so when your words hit, they sting, and I learn and grow.
They fall into a cup. My cup of wisdom, that I drink from and take in in hopes to learn and better myself.
I am always thirsty.
.:ultima llamada:..:ultima llamada:.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El teléfono replicó en su agonía; un último:¡¡ring!!...se perdió en las paredes de la casa sorda, blanca y pulcra.
Lentamente se desangró, intentando inútilmente que alguien encontrara su llamada perdida.
NavigationLet me cry on your shoulderNavigation5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I have nothing else
I need for you to hold me--
Squeeze me so I know I'm breathing
And not drowning in these flashes
Of memory that drip down
To collect over my heart