Family quarrelsShe's screaming and shoutingFamily quarrels5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I know she's upset
She's panting and crying
It's because of dad
I don't know what's happening
It has been awhile
I haven't heard them quarrel
Since I was a child
She slammed the phone hard
My dad calls again
She won't hear his excuses
He's trying to explain
THe phone rings non-stop
I won't pick up the phone
The call is not for me
It's for mum alone
Silence. For a moment.
My mum answers the call
The yelling still continues
It isn't yet all
More screaming and shouting
It doesn't end there
I'm frightened and worried
BUt I mustn't care
The adult world is complicated
As kids we shouldn't wonder
The possibilities are countless
it couldn't have been harder
Not the second time either, no
They seem to quarrel a lot
Maybe it's time
For the madness to stop
If it's me, I'll leave
If it's you, please apologise
I cannot stand it anymore
Please cease all your lies
No more secrecy
Let's talk in the open
No more hidden messages
May the boundary be broken
Let's just pretend
HelloYou and IHello4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We're married the way
Stars and planets are,
And head counts.
The way flowers
Like bodies between
And clean bibs on babies.
But you're holding
On to old notebooks,
And playing guitar
In your lounge room,
Watching stupidly - I see
The sun touching you
Like a wild, jealous lover.
I'm (d)one like a button,
I'm on like a tight glove,
So let's forget human lallation
And let our eyes do
VampireVampire10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shadows shifting, slowly turning
As the sun sinks to the west
Eternal fires are ever burning
Vampire awaken from your rest
Human nature ever spurning
Feel you of the need to quest
Through the centuries ever learning
Everynight another test
Blood desires strongly churning
Feeding off only the best
And your victims never hurting
Slowly swooning in your nest
Shadows shifting, slowly turning
As the moon sinks to the west
Eternal fires are still burning
Vampire return now to your rest
7-12-12 the day that changed my life foreverSomething has happened to drastically change my life and I just can`t keep it to myself anymore! First some background information, the last six months have been harder for me than the entire rest of my life put together. I won`t go into intense detail because those of you closest to me already know it. Basically, lots of family issues just one after another each one worse than the one before. It was beyond difficult for me and it consumed me. However, this summer, the week of July 9th-13th, I went to Global Youth Camp. In the past, it has always been great, emotional, and God filled time. At this point and time, I was so broken and strained so I went to camp looking for some I guess direction and peace. The second day something kind of odd happened. While at camp, we attend two sermons a day preached by an inspiring, great man named Rodger. The second day, I didn't hear Rodger`s message at all. I could see Rodger and kind of hear him off in the distance but I was hearing a totally dif7-12-12 the day that changed my life forever3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
About FaceThe faceless girl stares at the wall,About Face3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
well- as well as she can without eyes,
in reality, she's facing a wall,
but I doubt she knows it.
"How do you do it?"
she faces me,
but maybe that's not an adequate verb,
she turns toward me,
"Trust me, sweetness,
if I had eyes,
I'd have cried them out by now."
I stare at the faceless girl.
It's almost violatory.
I can stare at her as much as I want,
but she can't stare back.
"How do you speak?"
I jerk awake in my bed,
looking at the walls.
I touch my eyes,
I am not the faceless girl.
Theme 4: MemoryShe looks into the mirrorTheme 4: Memory5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And her thoughts became clearer:
Her scars will remain forever,
Her happiness, she will surrender.
These memories, they haunt her;
Why couldn't things be how they were?
Before, we had a love like no other,
Living life in technicolor.
But now, things have changed,
And things have been arranged
To keep us far apart,
But no matter what, you're always in my heart.
The BetteringStarting out with the aftermath of hell, before:The Bettering2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No one to hear me scream
Nowhere to go
I cower within the dream
There's no awareness
They look away
I lay here, broken by the careless
Bleeding into my vision
I long for it
I open my mouth
In a silent scream
Leading to the days towards the end:
Whether it be sin
Or whether it be folly
The dark angel shall grin
His wings will spread
The feathers shall fall,
Splashed with crimson red.
The moon will approach
The fires shall seep
The earth will part;
And humanity weep.
And then the aftermath once more:
The world is ending
An end to the pains?
The fire burns deep within
Running in the blood
As he begins with a grin
The end of one world
The start of another
Limbs together – curled
Where the aftermath leads to the beginning:
Oh take a walk through my mind
High above… Among the clouds
None but you
The fire blazes in my mind
You blaze within my heart
A Simple PoemHey,A Simple Poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll know when you read this, if you ever read this. I hope you do, because I've wanted to say this for a long time.
My years have added up, oh so fast,
Now I wish I could get them to last,
Life is all but shades of gray and blue,
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
I remember, at the time, I was just a boy,
Fascinated by trucks and mechanical toys,
But I guess you really didn't have a clue,
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
With a heavy heart and a heavier backpack,
Every day I left for school, such a drag!
But that was till the day I met you,
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
I liked to scare girls in empty dark rooms,
And chase them around with sticks and brooms,
But I actually belived you knew kung fu?
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
We didn't talk at all at first, did we now?
No, ofcourse not! I called you a stupid cow,
You can't blame me, you called me something too,
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
So how exactly did we beco
On Love and the Broken HeartedDeep into her eyes, he looksOn Love and the Broken Hearted3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep into her soul
Holds her warm heart in his hands
His stands firm and cold
Sleeping in his arms, she lies
Gentle as a lamb
Dreams a future with her love
Destined to be damned
Deceit, hungry in his eyes
Words and actions play
Lustful vision staring down
Where his beauty lay
Turning cheek, she breathes a sigh
Jolts his fantasy
Smiling, turns her head once more
Never will she leave
Lips of sugar slightly part
Delicate and sweet
Bitter is his selfish smile
Kiss he longs to meet
Wakened now, she sees his face
Falsified by love
Angel like does this fox seem
She is not enough
He is not looking for love
He's not after her
Her display, the only thing
Heightening his thirst
Her mouth shapes words; "I love you"
"I love you too", he says
But secretly, he's waiting
Wanting her, a sin
"Come and let us lay tonight"
Face and smile fall
Heart is shaken and surprised
This request is all
Nothing more she's wanted for
Just a pretty face
To use for the time being
NostalgiaI'd say you have a flawless mind at its finest,Nostalgia3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But then I remember you don't have a heart in the slightest.
Those sleepless nights and morning excitement,
With them combined were our lovely messages sent.
You stole my heart and took my breath away,
Upon thinking of us together is when my mind would sway.
I gave you me, my soul, my heart, and my happiness; you had it all in your hands,
And then the tables turned, time changed; and it all became a gamble to have it all.
The messages stopped the way they were,
Within days, I found myself fragile, broken, upon the concrete floor.
I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you,
Neither do I regret the moments spent together.
I wish you had told me the truth so that I knew,
But you hid it all; you played my heart ...
Without those intentions, and hurt my soul.
And now, I am stuck while the world is too busy in its own hole.
Sown by The WaysideI see the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God...Sown by The Wayside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In pages of papyrus being flipped and turned by the modern Bereans.
While a man speaks out fire and brimstone. (This act is not out of hatred and) It is not directed towards Me only those who covered in filthy rags buried underneath expensive formal clothing. But his lord sees my burning in the unscathed wooden pew. he also sees the double edged broadsword nested deep in My chest skewering My heart. My own sword that I once wielded.
i plead to the Lion of Judah for mercy and the Alpha grabs the hilt and the Omega removes the blade and sets it back in my right hand.
my open chest exposing the division between joint and marrow, soul and spirit.
The Chief Priest lays his hands healing my wounds and cleans the infections.
And before departure he commanded Go forth and sin no more
This He told me seventy times seven times
So Will YouMy dear friend why do you dwell in the dust,So Will You4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Do you think the world will wait for both of us?
I see these have been rather difficult times,
Let me try to ease your pain with a rhyme.
So what if you have failed again?
Tell me, so what, if yet again, you are beat?
Victory is a place you will reach,
Once you cross the stepping stones of defeat.
It doesn't matter how many times you fall,
As long as you get back up and stand tall,
Through thick and thin they made it through,
And I can see it in your eyes, so will you.
Once upon a time a young newspaper artist got fired,
For lacking good ideas and imagination,
So what did he do? He drew a mouse!
And then Walt Disney became a sensation!
"You call this comedy? This is nonsense!"
Said his penurious audience and his rapacious acting staff,
He sat down and cried silently in the rain,
And then Charles Spencer Chaplin made the world laugh.
A dismayed father roared at his son,
"Can you not even identify the treble from the base clef?"
It is all overIt is all over3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I run to the street in search of your silhouette
You are gone, there's no moon tonight
Everything is stumbling; there is mud every step I take
I haven't found you although I know I've tried hard
I still remember your stretched arms
That were looking for me full of great affection
But now you're not here, I cannot bear it
What can I do if I didn't expect this at all?
I wish I had gone with you to the other side
Look how sad and broken I am
I can't understand it
Why fate took you away from me?
Every day I call you
In the shadows I cry out
Seeking your hands
But you don't listen
We are not together anymore
It's all over
I'm inconsolably crying
But nobody understands me
I'm breaking apart
Well, I'm left alone
And it's all over
If you only knew how much I need you
Life is withering and without you I have no relief
My heart has been left empty
I live with the photos of a lost love.
I know you ached and I comprehend your departure
But my life is going away after you
I feel like breaking down
Love After Tears 2Chapter 2Love After Tears 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry Miss Cunningham. When your friend Jake Clark shielded you, he took on most of the damage as well. I'm afraid there was nothing we could do to help him. You were lucky to have such a friend by your side."
The hospital room smelled of latex and hand sanitizer. I could not believe it. The one person I had ever loved was dead; because he was stupid enough to try and save me. What would I ever do without him? He was my future, and I was his future. We were made for each other. We were inseparable.
With him gone, I saw nothing left for me in this world.
"Miss Cunningham?" a rough voice said, interrupting my thoughts.
My head spun to the right. A white haired middle age man asked. This was my third therapist since the accident. Jake would be so sad to see me in this state. My newly appointed therapist Mr. Lanky wore his glasses at the end of his nose. His beady eyes looked intensely at me. "Hmm?" "You alright, Miss Cunningham?" He asked me. I n
BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 3BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 34 years ago in Humor More Like This
. : g u i l t : .
Bleddyn took refuge under Ichigo's bed; in the dark and out of harm.
Ichigo sighed and said quietly, "You can't hide in the dark forever."
Ichigo sat on the floor waiting for him to show his face. Moments that seemed to last eternities passed. Bleddyn slowly walked out. He was wearing the same agonized expression that he did earlier at Urahara's.
"Its my fault. Rukia... could have died." His eyes were filled with tears.
"Hey... Look at me," said Ichigo. "Look at me."
He waited until Bleddyn's eyes met his. They were so dark and penetrating it took Ichigo moments before he could speak. "Sometimes in life bad things just happen." His father told him those same words once.
Even though Ichigo still believed that he himself was the reason Rukia almost died, he felt he had to say something; he felt he had to help Bleddyn. He didn't want anyone to feel as bad as he did. Ichigo sat on his bed.
"Here, why don't you sleep on the end of my bed tonight?" suggested Ichigo
ShatteredShatteredShattered3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 1- The End
"I'm sorry." He said. I can't tell if he's soaked in tears, or the rain.
We stood there, back to back, far apart.
"You'll be fine." That was the last thing he said to me.
Running, numb. Holding my eyes closed, didn't cry.
Don't look back.
Sitting in the rain all alone, I looked up in the sky. Memories is starting to fade away. It's murdering me inside, slowly, bit by bit.
It's impossible. I get my hopes up, and watch them fall, every time. I've lost him.
Chapter 2- Rewind
Staying up late every night thinking about him. Starting to contradict myself. Confused about my feelings.
Anger and tears would come any minute. Giggling, just walking through our memories. Sitting there all day staring into the wall. The wall, covered with the old pictures of us.
He controlled my emotions. Just one word would make my day. But now, I've turned i
AddictAddict3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's got long, gray, gnarly fingers like the branches of a dying tree,
Oily hair that hangs in clumps around his sagging, waxy face,
Dull eyes the color of spoiled milk bearing no life, no spark;
They are sunken in deep as a cavernous and abandoned pit.
His teeth are rotten, yellow, and brown, stained by the sins of his past,
And across his pale skin are infected track marks and bruises,
As bones rattle about in his unhinged body
That's fragile as glass, just as broken.
His heart is dried up and dead,
Where secrets hide behind his shriveled-up lungs,
Floating far, far, far away,
Too far to lose touch yet
Close enough to embrace death.
Flicker OutThere's always that one day,Flicker Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That makes you want to cry
By the end of the night.
There's always that time, where,
You aren't prepared for the monsters that always seem to bite.
When your fire burns to ember,
When you're forced to remember,
When you want to give up,
And you feel out of luck,
Your beautiful glow starts to flicker.
I can't promise you your wishes,
But I can assure you kisses
To help you on you way.
Just remember when you're gone,
No one ever sings a song
With a frown and a broken flame.
Turn on your light;
Your world will be brighter
When you don't let them get you down.
When you smile you shine,
Just give yourself time;
Don't let them see your light flicker out.
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
The Girl Who Disappeared PrologueCarol placed red roses on the place where Aaliyah was last seen. They were her favourite flowers and she loved those flowers more than anything else in the world. Carol knew no one would care for those flowers right in front of Tata Theatre where she was last seen. She knew they would be trampled into the dirt in no time by the feet of the careless pedestrians going about their daily work. For ninety days Carol had called her time and time again. Every day for ninety days, every hour she had called her cell and was greeted with the flat indifferent automated voice telling her that the phone was unreachable and out of coverage area. For ninety days Carol had waited while no one not even Aaliyah's family cared or did anything about her disappearance. For ninety days she waited and then she started putting flowers where she was last seen in the faint hope that maybe these flowers will draw her back home.The Girl Who Disappeared Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A crying girl in a cab probably does not raise many eyebrows in the cit
Whellcome HomeA short horror story...Whellcome Home2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long time ago, there was a heart-warming home of a modest family of three. Before that, it was nothing more than an old abandoned house. When they moved in, the young couple restored it and planned to raise a family there. Soon enough, their son was born and the old house lit up with joy.
Their life, however, wasn't easy. Work demanded long trips for the couple. On such occasions, their son would stay under the care of his grandmother, who lived nearby. She wasn't always in best terms with the couple. Still, the boy would often stay for several days and, among many things, he loved grandma's stories of local folklore, witches, bat wing recipes and magic cauldrons. He liked it there. Nevertheless, nothing compared to mom and dad arriving to pick him up and going back home.
Unfortunately, home vanished from the boy’s life too soon when his parents died in a tragic car accident. His stay at gr
Dying Embers Preview Chapter 1Dying Embers Preview Chapter 16 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Screaming drifted up from the forest floor, threatening to shatter the century old glass of the arched window that stared out over the scene.
“No Susan, I’m sorry,” Amadahy Love found herself reluctantly saying into the cordless clamped between ear and shoulder as she cast a casual eye over the chaos below her. “It’s not the danger. I have been there before you know. I just have too much on my plate at the moment. You know I would love to go with you. Oh, Drake is doing fine. But he’s at that complicated age, and with my promotion and the Super expanding the department.”
The afternoon sun slanted through the conifer canopy and lit the large second story kitchen with a warm glow. The woman shifted the phone as she stood over the sink and smiled out the window, latex-gloved hands letting the bait satchel slide back into the pot of carrion. The youth in question was just finishing running
Project Starconium Chapter 1: Creation Story*Notes from the Author*: Project Starconium is the story of a group of extraordinary creatures who devoted their lives to ensuring the safety of the rest of the inhabitants of the planet. These legendary creatures eventually face an ancient evil that is so powerful that is threatens the very survival of the planet...Project Starconium Chapter 1: Creation Story11 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
(Do Note: This first chapter really doesnt have much to do about the protagonists and antagonists of the series. However, there will be some references to the Guardians in the series, so it would be best to read this first chapter in order to familiarize yourself with the Guardians. I mean i would really hate it if you guys wrote in the comments section you guys didn't understand what was going on in a section of the chapter because you didn't understand the reference. I hate it mainly because this series is quite demanding in terms of reading capability and i wrote the series this way because i wanna give as much detail about the events in the story as possible. People wh