Crush on You Crush On YouCrush on You4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you're away I miss you so
My heart is full of sand.
Yet when you're here my stupid fear
Won't let me touch your hand.
I have a monster crush on you,
It sits upon my chest and throat
And yet I beg for more.
I cannot sleep, I cannot eat,
I'm so wrapped up in you.
My thoughts drift up, away from words,
And fade into the blue.
I know this crush is not your fault;
The dinosaur is mine.
Yet if you could, please rescue me,
And put your arms around me, and hold me, and say
you love me, and Oh! God! Would that be good!
Dreams that die..Once I felt important.Dreams that die..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Special and adored.
The world revolved around me,
In your eyes.
How fleeting is it,
That all good things do end?
No matter how much you try
To avoid it.
It rests on my shoulders,
I feel it like a weight
And you, you are so perfect,
I cannot live up to the pedestal
I was once placed on.
Set up to fail.
Your illusions were magic
I believed. And I fell.
You pulled me in to your web
And wrapped me tight.
I felt love.
I gave all I could.
Time, hours, minutes.
More than I should.
More than I truly had.
But I cared and I wanted you to see that.
I gave what I got.
I knew fairytales were just dreams.
That moments of feeling special, were false.
The efforts once given dissipated.
And you wonder why I cry?
Yet you dont see it.
Dont hear me.
It is me, all through and through.
Im the one to blame.
Im the one at fault.
Dont you see how youve changed?
How the moments of laughter and light
Were once so special to me?
The small th
Halt vs. GoatTitle: Halt vs. GoatHalt vs. Goat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice
Word Count: 3,486
HalloweenHalloweenHalloween4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Halloween's is a short BOO!!
And just as quick a scream:
Laughing in the scary dark,
Loving friendly fright.
On Halloween, witches come true;
Wild ghosts escape from dreams.
Each monster dances in the park,
Eating candy like a shark
Now kiss and say goodnight!
PurgingThere are momentsPurging5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I sit here in the dark.
Where that brief light of happiness
Just beyond my fingertips.
in hope for a dream
That can never be fulfilled.
A history that will never be written,
And a tale that won't ever be told.
A legacy of truth,
Of pain and torment,
Of lust, delight and love
That lingers deep within my heart.
It is empty.
It is hollow.
It is void of sensation
For a simple touch in itself will
Leave it ashen.
Would it be
That a darkness churned
From the strength I do have,
And for a moment,
I can see a hope,
a glimpse of light that teases
just beyond the reach..
But dreams are just that
Imaginary and solitary
For there is naught else
That will taste the flesh as it purifies my bones.
There is naught else,
That bursts within me,
Be stilling to dust
As daylight rises
and darkness completes me,
Fallen From GloryFallen From GloryFallen From Glory5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
First the idea is formed in your mind
An adventure full of glory
The perfect story
Time to write it you will find
Now you sit to type your tale
The words pour forth like rain
You work hard but still are sane
In this task you will not fail
Suddenly you hit a wall
You know exactly what you wish to write
This writer's block you must fight
From glory your story must not fall
It takes some time but you soon break free
And the words you needed you again can find
The story you write will be one of a kind
Your story's glory you once again see
Finally you finish typing the last word
The last line of your story
In all of its glory
Your exclamation of triumph can be heard
Your next step is to show your family and friends
The praises of your skill they do sing
Their approbation of your story in your ears do ring
Glory to your tale their approval lends
With a happy heart you put your story away
The printed copy you tuck in a file
You shut the drawer with a satisfied smile
Journey To HappinessJourney To Happiness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The deeping twilight silence heard
In the whispers of a half dreamed word,
With new moon in a dreamless sleep
And sun, nostalgic vigil keeps.
The black-red light, a pulsing flood.
The ocean sky, from her virgin blood
That drains a living death, is born-
From the edge of time are softly called,
Two women walking, their sacred feet
On either side of the horizon meet.
One stares with eyes of burnished gold
And round her shapely figure holds
A robe of molten, blinding light,
Her face, in which, is hid from sight.
Each footstep burns an eternal road,
A tuneless song around her flows.
The growing things she once did mind
Have quickly withered, slowly died.
The other weeps from cloudy eyes,
A world of pain in each tear she cries.
Buried in a grey-mist gown,
Her face of steel, once more cast down.
Each footstep is a sodden march,
Her moaning wind is drifting past.
She regards her charges with a shifting frown,
All living things, she slowly drowns.
In the world upon the line,
We, between the tw
Online MiseryOnline MiseryOnline Misery4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hyves, Facebook, Twitter etc. Nowadays everybody uses them. Well everybody, not really, I don't. At first I thought it was because I just live under a rock and it takes a while before I find out how things like that work, now I know it's because I just don't have anything to share. My life is so boring, I would probably end up with "Nothing to share yet, I'll let you know if there is..."
Now, be honest, is there anyone who would like to read that? I don't guess so. On the other hand, I DO use my computer a lot. Not for games or anything (my computer can't handle anything that needs more graphical support than Tetris) but I just write.
And because I spend all this time writing (and deleting) things, my neighbors think I am the technical support around here. Everytime there is a problem with the computer they call me. I remember one time they were doing something online (which is pretty something for them, because sometimes I doubt it if they can even FIND the internet brow
Chasing NothingI build castles in the skyChasing Nothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the day when I believe
That they won't fall down when
I watch dandelion dust blowing
Away, let my thoughts bob
In bottles on the waves
'til they disappear in the horizon
I wait for the picture that will
Win back the words I lost to you
Sit like a trapped bird in an open cage
Wanting to fly again.
I chase fireflies and wish
For a dryer season
And I long for a day when my words
Don't fail me at all
InsanityI cannot help but begin to think that I am finally insaneInsanity4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every single day I can feel the continuous mental strain
It has gotten to the point where I have started seeing things
My actions feel controlled, like a puppet on a bunch of strings
I think this has all happened because I was alone for so long
Although it might be because all of my choices have been wrong
The things I am seeing continue throughout the night
Though now I use them as inspiration to help me write
I do not want to tell you many details about all the things I see
The horrors of it all is something from which you need to stay free
You are actually managing to help me begin to recover
The way to help myself you have managed to uncover
Because of you and only you the horrors are beginning to disappear
Maybe because of all you done my mental stability will get the all clear
LargesseImagine spraying the donation box grey,Largesse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Making it a gravestone and
Bow as if to pray;
But instead inscribe "He gave generously"
On the face of Paternoster square.
Remember to strip the cube clean,
Don your human skin
And bring our carrion
Luggage to be picked apart upon arrival.
The crows would like us to queue at gate nine,
And fill our pockets with cash,
Diplomatic immunity works well, so
We'll be patient until we crash.
The Empire of the Crow is a devious place,
So please remember, Sir, to keep
Antebellum in mind, we can't maintain this pace.
LoveThis emotion,Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This weightless floating,
This hungry want,
This lonely feeling,
This need for you.
This newfound trust,
This raw lust,
This hopefully chance...
Can be described in one word.
Make your own journeyYou walk and you walk and you walk. But to where?Make your own journey4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They tell you to walk your own path.
They tell you to take the road less traveled.
But they don't listen if you disagree with their words.
If you want to walk down a dead end just because you want to.
They want you to go somewhere.
To do something.
But what if you don't want to?
When a woman marries a dying man everyone knows how the story will end.
It will be a dead end road.
But she loves him.
Why can't she follow her love?
Why can't she be with him till the end?
Why does she have to shorten her time with him by following the other road?
Why can't she love him?
When a man takes a job in a failing company everybody knows how the story will end.
He has stopped on his path.
But what if he enjoys the job?
Then it should be fine.
To do what you enjoy.
To give your feet a rest.
Why should he give up his happiness to appease you?
Why should you care?
Why should he keep walking down that set out path without stopping to look at the scenery?
TempoI make awkward first impressions with bed sheetsTempo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clutching to them like memories I so desperately want to have
while breathing slow, 37 beats per minute on the metronome,
into what I imagine is the nape of your neck.
They don't know me like the last ones.
I find no comfort in my comforter
when I wake three times after midnight to find my eyes open,
breathing now slowed to zero beats per minute,
my head throbs and I feel veins in my neck bulge
like serpentine ridges beneath the desert of my skin;
I've tried to strangle myself with headphone wires again.
I peel them out of the crevice they have made,
wincing not so much from pain
but at how this must look like from my pillow's perspective.
So, I clean the blood off
and hold it tight.
I can say "I'm sorry" in three different languages
but my eyes have drained all the liquid from my mouth
leaving me to croak;
A frog without a fly
A stranger in a strange bed
Caught up in a dream I have not yet had
Way OutSo here i am sittin with my thoughts/Way Out4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hand on the glass of all my empty shots/
grin and bare it Easton you'll be ok/
that's all they ever say/
i'm living on the edge of every single fuckin day/
won't get on my knees cus i refuse to pray/
pass me by it's okay/
pay no mind to the facts/
tear myself apart on tracks/
i'm spittin these words like i'm lookin for a cure/
"Easton I need your help" no worries yeah sure/
i've got problems of my own but never mind/
cus sooner or later it consumes the mind/
i dream of puttin a gun in the mouth/
pullin on the trigger/
the fuckin gun jams/
tried silencing the lambs/
shaken and scared/
all these scars that were bared/
how can't they see this pain/
i'm standing screamin at the sky in the rain/
wishin i could shut it out by killin off my brain/
i think i'm sick or maybe i'm sane/
but me and you we just aint the same/
cus it all came crashin down/
your to blame/
but i'm the one who feels the shame/
cry myself to sleep/
cus i know im in to
False IdolsThrough the obscurity of the night,False Idols4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been following a false light,
it brings me to a illusionary flight,
only to have me holding on tight,
making sure I don't lose my place.
A tunnel that leads astray,
making me wish to see another day,
through false pretense, and false idols
we will follow, because we are blind to the cycle.
Lead us away from a constant path,
until finally, we shall feel it's wrath,
far greater than any storm before us,
try and hide without success,
A tunnel that leads astray,
making me wish to see another day,
through false pretense, and false idols
we will follow, because we are blind to the cycle.
overIt's all just a jokeover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tears in the corners
of your eyes
Everything is a trick
This whole reality dreams we made
to have each other still around
It isn't tragic by any means, pathetic at best
I'm kind of glad you turned out to be like that
Ink staining my fingertips with angry
lines promises you made all those cold cloudless nights
To never leave
To remember all those moles on my arms
To whisper to the silence I love you till I die
I remember counting freckles on your nose straightening
Your glasses calling out for a word a gesture you would've iced with joy
at the sight of me
I remember broken plates insults more venomous than poisons
You kept in the laboratory petty marriage crimes each of us committed just to
Prove we could
No, I don't blame you
Why should I when the circumstances just weren't lucky
enough for us?
I had too much estrogen circling through my blood
and you far too little of it
RescuedTwo seperate lives, lived nearly the same.Rescued4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beaten, bruised, survival's just a game.
All they need to do is find a way out,
away from all the screams and the shouts.
Constant put-downs, developing a weak system.
Creating such fear in the world we now live in.
But sanctum is what they find in each other,
with all the scars and bruises they no longer cover.
Their cries and pleads are no longer silent
beneath the brick sheet of oncoming violence.
Alone, together in their safe, hidden haven.
Returning the favor, she tries to save him.
She may be out, but he is still trapped.
He braces himself for another brutal attack.
Powerless and scared, she can only watch
the love of her life conclude the attack; he lost.
As his father walked away, she ran to his side.
He looked at her and whispered, "I'm glad you're still alive."
Another useless plead from the bottom of her heart.
This was his only end to what became a new start.
His very last sentence was for her to keep moving
with a new, shining sun
That GirlShe's an outcastThat Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's a whore
She's just a slut and nothing more
She cries alone behind closed doors
You cause her pain, but that's what she's for
Hurt, batter, break and then ignore
The girl who is nothing to you
She has a knife, she wants revenge
And you won't be mocking her anymore
Black and WhiteBlack and whiteBlack and White4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
White and Black
Shadows crawled with shimmering lights,
The dark has no evil and will hold no evil
It holds the innocent,
As the blinding light holds the devil.
WordsWhy keep your chin up only to get hit againWords4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By softly spoken words from the betrayal of a friend
With lip cursed with fire these words are set alight
And nauseating lows have reached new heights
On my chest light another seamless scar
Words without boundaries can only go so far
Breathe your mind while my world shatters
Words of deception is all that now matters
keep coming backopen your eyes andkeep coming back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
see the horizon
with a new perspective
glimmering with liquid,
the fire of a new day will dry the birth from you,
and it will all be new.
open your ears and smell all the colours,
taste all you can it feels all the fuller,
scream all you want you'll not stop me,
from finding my dreams!
run all you want i'll keep coming back dear,
hide all you like you can't run from the tears
of revolution brimming in your eyes,
it's all a disguise, it's all and one!
open your eyes and
see the horizon,
taste everything with brand new compassion,
touch everything with the light of your life!
i can see in your eyes,
it was all a pretence, but now we start anew.