Death.It took some timeDeath.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To convince myself
That you don't exist.
The sadness that secretly consumed you.
Everything that made you,
The fear in your eyes,
The cuts on your body,
Hands clenched, gasping for air while
The drugs soared through your veins;
All of that was real?
The smile that could span miles,
The glazed eyes that told so many stories,
The creative mind that once captivated the world
And all that's left are the memories
That torture, consume and, on occasion,
Bring joy to my mind.
It's all surreal,
But I'm beginning to believe it's true.
You're forever in my memory;
But I've come to accept the fact
That you don't exist.
100ThemesChallenge - DarkDoesn't everything seem more real in black and white photos? That's because the world's losing it's colour.100ThemesChallenge - Dark5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
our storydid you know that that there's no point in keeping a secret? silence means nothing...our story5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'cause if you don't tell a story, it tells itself...
i don't remember when you first told me when you liked me but i remember the box of chocolates and the first trip to the movies that told me before you did; all the little things, all those kisses on the cheek and the flowers every so often.
i love you meant that extra little something when I realised just how much you, a barely-graduated first year lawyer, spent (wasted, because i'd be happy with anything) on that sapphire/white gold engagement ring.
our marriage? it was told in dinners.
it feels like such a long time since those weeks - months - when we'd stand in the kitchen for hours every afternoon, trying to make everything in that fancy recipe book that i jokingly bought you a couple of years into uni as a subtle hint of what you should have been expecting for our relationship.
it has been a long time
How to Forget.I think the high is setting inHow to Forget.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because the lights aren't any dimmer
But I can't see you.
My eardrums are still in tact
But I can't hear you.
And I'm in no state to judge my mentality,
But I can at least hope that I'm not going insane.
The dumbing down of loveface stained, just as well as the heartThe dumbing down of love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
things have been turning out all wrong
leaving the lover alone without love
under the knife
"remove my heart! i don't want it without him!"
ardor, slipped away at the seams
all when you thought that your love
was the center of all that ever meant anything
choking on the instant escape
that he left you
you are lost.
your limbs, jello, giving way
to the weight that's heavy in your heart
collapsing your vocal cords so you
no longer have to speak what
It's all over us.In the end it's nothing, just another flaw to judge you by when you die. It's like the devil is taking tallies of the things you felt and did and is plotting them against you in your final resting hour.It's all over us.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some enjoy living in the shadows.. under that ever pouring gray sky. Deeper and deeper into the chaos and darkness.. until we get so caught up in hurting, that all that's left of us is cold flesh and empty eyes.
Friend. I've see this look before, so clearly in the mirror. I can't say I didn't enjoy the pain. But oh those moments when gray was my favorite color.. I couldn't help but to add some red for dramatics.
Maybe it's the artist in me, couldn't stop the perfect angle, couldn't stop the madness inside from boiling over. Still plotting against the raging twisted emotions inside.
Say friend, is this the final hour? When I can't stop to see you trying to smile.. when I can't stop to try and smile back? What time is this that disillusions and mist implore and raging winds cast us ashore
ForgotClose my eyes and think of you.Forgot5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how you do what you do.
Calm me down, you're not even here.
You can bring me to my knees without fear.
Crying, but it feels good tonight.
It just reminds me that soon I'll be alright.
So come get me, come here today.
That's the only thing I have left to say.
Take me away from the ones that hurt me.
And let's just show the world what we could be.
I don't know where this is coming from.
But I think my body's slowly going numb.
It's not okay, for once I won't lie.
Suicidal thoughts, they should go die.
I'm here alone, but I close my eyes and you're there.
I love you so much, and I don't care.
Don't care what they say or what they think.
The less we talk the lower I sink.
I could talk to you all day, it never gets old.
This is just a story that's already been told.
Yes, I'm rambling like I do a lot.
But there was a point to this, I just...forgot.
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.The End That No One Noticed5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It blinks again, and we are gone.
My Name Is...My name is LoveMy Name Is...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because no one understands me
My name is Hate
Because love is hard to deal with sometimes
My name is Sorrow
Because I know how to find you when you're hidden
My name is Joy
Because I'm always here, even if you don't notice
My name is Compassion
Because I will do my best to never let anyone feel lost and alone
My name is Strength
Because I will never let someone loose the courage to stop living
My name is Courage
Because strength is the cheese to my Macaroni
My name is Never
Because I am unrecognizable
My name is Forever
Because thats how long memories last
My name is Lonely
Because I feel alone in crowded rooms
My name is Crowded
Because sometimes being alone with myself is to much
My name is Blessed
Because I cherish the moments spent when I smile
My name is Clueless
Because sometimes I forget what we are talking about
My name is Heartless
Because sometimes I forget to help you up when you fall
My name is Freedom
Because my heart will never be caged
My name is Differen
Forever GoingEnd to end, citywide, he limps.Forever Going5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We Are Prostitutes And JunkiesThe ribbon binding our cervical ribs togetherWe Are Prostitutes And Junkies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is resolved fire and
quantum mechanics wrapped in beat-one-egg-until-fluffy.
Cut your teeth on my frightened way of life,
point fingers at the spiders in my closet,
I told you
together we could divide the universe by zero
and find the answer in the rubble.
But I was too delirious
to write down the name on my night-stand,
so I might have been wrong.
Forewarning was rolled off my shoulders
and picked up by the orphans
who wanted to have a life,
and yesterday I found
why I must listen.
are no more entrancing than my sighs, you said.
The sway of her fiending lusts
held no ground, you said.
But I told you poets never find
Strangers tell me I should eat more,
the world is not nearly as revolting as I write it;
I told you the sun would swallow us up one day
and you asked
what became of my opium laced assumptions.
A testament to finding love.It was an easy start, but it was a race that was yet to be run in its entirety, each time he catches the wind, the world pulls him back. Living like a broken kite stuck on moulding string he drags himself into the air as the wind rises. Pulling the hands that held him tenderly he folds dreams around him in the tattered rags of ten year old clothes.A testament to finding love.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Was it so quiet?
The first night that I met you
Was it this cold then?
Sleepily reaching to beckon the clashing of feet, the crushing of lips, the entrancement of hands and the pulse of eyes that hold onto endangered landscapes of flesh. The last of his dreams of love holds itself stubbornly in its innocence as it breaks the ribs around it and shoves waves of sorrow crashing into his mind. The last of his hopes is being ground from the pearl it was into the dust, the smoothness becoming roughness; tenderness becoming impetuousness, courtesy gets thrown away in rage and pain.
Were my screams this loud?
Before I found the voice inside
cup of coffee Your coat is draining in water and your curly thick black locks are powdered with yet undissolved snowflakes. That coat, that hideous coat. I'd told you before how much I hated it.cup of coffee5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For some hidden reason she looks lovely on you today. She dresses your body like an armor of some kind of bohemian knight. Just like I used to when I would spoon you in your sleep, keeping you warm and safe from the vicious dark until the dawn would break.
She must be your new mistress, desperately trying to hide your murderer body from the stains of blood on your shirt when you staggered my soul with those six little words:"I don't love you any more".
Your dumb look kind of upsets me. It's just like you have thought I would cling to your neck and angrily kiss you for a last time, begging in my guts that I will sip your soul out of that hollow cage of yours you call bo
a little bita little bit of red in your cheeksa little bit5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'll never know how much you mean to me
a little bit of blonde in your hair
you'll never know how much i'd like to be there
a little bit of a skip in your walk
you'll never know how my heart flutters when you talk
a little bit of warmth in your voice
you'll never understand how loving you was less than a choice
a little bit of sun on our skin
you'll never know how i could never love again
a little bit of a smile when we kiss
you'll never remember how much we felt bliss
a little bit of affection in your eyes
you'll never know what its like to see you kiss other guys
a little bit of the night in your arms
you'll never understand that without you my world would be more than harmed
a little bit of the night on my own
you'll never know what i feel like alone
a little bit of stars in the sky
you'll never know that i'll miss you, until i die
i n f i n i t eThe last thing that I thought about before the car hit me on that rainy day where Clara's eyes, those eyes that could take me to any other place than I was right now. They could take me to the bluest ocean, where the millions of bubbles tickled my skin and moved through my hair as they made their way to the surface. They could take me high above the treetops, where time would almost seem to stop as every single square inch of my body tried to absorb the beauty around me. They could take me through the Milky Way, watching the stars shoot by and lighting up my eyes as they took my breath away. Yes, it was Clara's eyes that could take me a million places, and it was Clara's eyes that I thought about in the last moments of my life. It was with Clara's eyes that I grew my wings and learned to fly. Will I ever regret that it was her who occupied the last few seconds of my short lived life? No, I never will. And one day when she joins me I'll be able to tell her how it was only her eyes thati n f i n i t e5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
.peace.i..peace.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will love,
with the greatest desire,
and sweetest endearment.
my heart will be broken.
but at least I'll have not have,
lived a life with an empty heart
and love letters to no address.
I will laugh,
tears will fall, I'm sure
but they will be out weighed
by a smile so bright,
it'll be seen by a blind person.
and a laugh so loud,
a deaf person will hear.
I will learn,
from the mistakes I make,
and the books I read.
I will learn from friends,
and strangers just alike.
I will learn the unknown,
and fill it with passion.
I will live,
in the terms of my own.
on the edge of cliffs,
and in the depths of sea.
I will live like there's no tomorrow,
tomorrow will not come.
We ImagineWe imagine that death is permanent.We Imagine5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I BelieveIf I got lostI Believe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who would show me the way?
If I fell
Who would lend me a hand?
If I cried
Who would dry my tears?
What does the future hold?
What does the future hide?
Where's the light to guide me?
Where's hope when I'm depressed?
Where are the people I once loved?
How will I get through life alone?
How will I reach what I'm yearning for?
Who will be there for me?
Too many questions
Not enough answers
But the answers are there
I know it in my heart
I believe in the day
When I'll wake up
And have all the answers
I believe in the day
When I'll wake up
And say: "I'm happy"
I believe in the day
When I'll wake up
And feel secure
That day will come...
The Dirty Little SaviourYou're wrong, my love; it's when I'm completely sober that I'd like to blow my brains out to make it stop. Delusion is little price to pay for life.The Dirty Little Saviour5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Becoming InhumanI want to scream in colours.Becoming Inhuman5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My words would be painted in blood;
your blood to be exact.
Every vulgar, unfaithful ounce of it,
But you'd bleed for anyone.
You'd die for anyone
You knew this was sacred.
Bodies maimed and desecrated
But when I cut into the skin,
It was no suprise to find
Wires had replaced your veins.
The Girl In The AtticYou forget that you are enough.The Girl In The Attic5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Solace She SeeksShe's the one that most refuse to see,The Solace She Seeks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sheltered eyes closed against the pain
that dwells in our world.
You don't see the pain in her eyes,
glazed over with tears,
and the scars that line her arms.
She sits in the dark,
of her lonely apartment,
breathing in the mold, and the breath of dead rats.
She chooses darkness
because the lights reminds her
too much of the glaring fluorescent from the hospital lights.
She'll pick fights with her mind,
and any rats that choose to look her way.
It's a Hell on Earth,
trapped in the grimy one-room apartment,
where she seeks solace
from the throbbing of her headaches,
and the cowardice she trembles with,
fearing the onslaught of accusing hallucinations.
She begins to wonder
if she wouldn't be better off
in the real Hell,
beneath the Earth.
But each day she wakes,
to tape a nicotine patch to her back,
sticky fingers latching onto the skin
of her shoulder blade.
She throws away her brand new pack,
and tells herself she's ready to quit.
She doesn't want
Bed of darknessI lie in darkness,Bed of darkness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As if it were my bed.
It is where I feel the most at home.
In my darkness,
I draw close the emptiness,
As if it were the warmest blanket in existence.
And for my pillow?
There is nothing.
It's only a metaphor, for crying out loud.
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:And Tonight My Prayer Was XIII5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."