I Never SaidI never said "You're here for my entertainment"I Never Said5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only said "Will you play with me?"
I never said "do this" or "do that"
Instead I said "can you help me?"
I never said "I'm always right"
But asked "What's this?" and "What's that?
I never said "I hate you"
Instead, I told you "I love you"
I never said "You ruined my life"
Because, then, I knew how precious
life could be.
No less a MANThe hardest thing is when someone tells you it isn't right,No less a MAN5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You are a beautiful young woman."
Is it so hard...
The hardest thing is thinking it wasn't a choice,
No one would choose to go through this strife,
No one would choose to alter their bodies if they didn't feel the need,
No one would choose to have to explain to their families that their lives were lies,
The hardest thing is when you are confident in yourself,
You know who you are and who you want to become,
Claims that it is just because it is popular,
How is being in pain popular?
How is having to cry at night realizing how hard things will become for you popular?
Am I no less a man just because I was so called blessed with XX?
Am I no less a man just because I may have different equipment than the rest?
I would think not.
I am no less of a man because I am confident in who I am,
I am no less of a man because I know who I was meant to be,
When you learn the words for this it is like a missing piece is filled,
When you realiz
AcceptanceAcceptance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I cry one more tear,
I might drown.
Every tear stands for something.
They have a voice of their own.
They even cry themselves.
I hear their screams,
Almost like echoes from my mind..
As if my own thoughts were my own falling tears,
Being washed away...
To never be thought of again..
But nothing is ever washed away.
Never is ever clean, illuminating...
Nothing ever will be.
And nothing ever should be.
So I will drown today.
Doubted the DosageI'm pretty sure I took double the medication I was supposed to,Doubted the Dosage5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
considering I'm still Inattentive and my Heart is still Racing.
Does this mean I'll get better twice as fast?
Does this mean I won't have to last?
Every prick of your needle digs a little deeper:
into my sanity.
Are you trying to rid me (or have you already rid me) of humanity?
And now I'm pretty sure I took double the medication I was supposed to,
considering the Room is Spinning and that I can't stop Blinking or Spitting.
Did you tell me everything was going to be okay?
Did you tell me that I just need to make it through today?
The words that come running from your mouth:
don't make any sense.
Am I really getting better (I don't feel like I'm getting better) or am I just dense?
And now I know for a fact that I took double the medication I was supposed to,
considering my Drymouth and uncontrollable Dryheaving.
Does it look like I'm g
FreezeFreeze5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
No death, no sound, no life
As this rose signifies
Inside I mourn
Over a powerful feeling
My heart is torn
Come, winter frost
Do what you must
For your ice can freeze
And it endures for eternity
Among many hearts
It is better to freeze
Than to endure this pain
So blow your winds
With its cold frost
And let it stop
For this, winter is forever
Among the ice and frost
If spring comes near
And melts the snow
And the frost
Forever trapped, in the cold
Forever cold, in the frost
Until my heart gets true sun
Until my heart gets true love
Skin of Saltiest TasteIn the blink of an eye,Skin of Saltiest Taste5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we all start to die;
wilting like a black rose tossed in the saltiest sea.
a bird will caw,
mourning it all,
while we all start to drown in an airplane's wreckage buried in the sea.
Don't you forget me,
and all these things that I've done.
They've not all been pretty,
but I don't regret a single one.
Winter Formal AffairIn a room of strangersWinter Formal Affair5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found her alone,
Standing in shadow,
Naked save for a cigarette.
She turned to me,
Eyes aglow with the ember,
And asked for a light.
I told her...
I told her that her flame was already lit,
That I was watching her burn out brightly.
In return she smiles coyly,
Beckoning me closer with a skeleton gaze.
Through my penguin attire I felt her flesh,
Through my mouth I felt her soul.
Like I a dream she was gone.
I opened my eyes and exhaled her smoke.
It wafted through the air
Before vanishing like a thought,
And all that remained
In the place where she once stood
Was a spark.
Rumination of NighttodayRumination of Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dog froze to death
on the street in front of my house
in the ice and winter snow
as life left it behind
it pissed itself
a drowning pool of urine melting the earth
revealing the blacktop around the mutt
as the steam rose
i looked into the eyes of the beast
and i couldnt tell if it was in heaven
Shades ChangingIn the light of the fire,Shades Changing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to see your eyes reflecting,
pale embers in the cold night.
We listen to the waters lap at the shore,
tearing it down,
the perfect metaphor for you and I.
Remember when we slept here?
We would watch the ships come
in the cold grey of the morning;
waiting for the sky to ignite.
Waiting for the world to die.
you exist in my memory,
and in the arms of your beau.
You lay somewhere far from here,
too far for me to let go.
As the shades of grey blossomed
into vibrant worlds of red and orange
I whispered to you that you were my only one,
and I meant it,
every time I meant it.
It's only you,
or it was...
Times change as people surely change,
and emotions run as dry as desert rivers.
I'm tired of fighting the shadows at night,
screaming at them to stop haunting me.
They almost make me feel as old as I felt when I was young,
young and in love with you.
Here I go,
tossing this note into the ocean,
hoping the sea or the sky will swallow it,
and with it go
Turn Away.Turn Away.5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I look Away so you can't see
The pain I hide, that shows in my Eyes
I walk Away so you can't hear
The Need inside, That shows in my Voice
I cover my Heart, so you don't know
The love in my soul, That only comes out..
When I'm With You.
01.12.11I used to think that the world was a good place. I started watching the news, reading the paper, and surfing the web.01.12.115 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The world isn't a good place.
It's a horrible place with good bits sprinkled here and there.
The problem is: I've never bought a donut for the sprinkles.
Pomegranate TearsPomegranate Tears10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cut my wrist.
Let mw bleed.
Let me know,
That I can leave.
I can't survive here anymore.
Death is breaking down my door.
I am gone.
My soul is stark.
Into a vast, deep dark.
I don't know from whence this darkness came.
My own heart. I am the one to blame.
I am alone.
With nowhere to turn.
Others icy glares,
In my mind, continue to burn.
And do you, have for me, some sort of hope?
No... You'll just stare, and leave me to cope.
You'll leave me be,
And I'll finally die.
And I'll hopefully find out,
01.10.11It seems like all my days are exactly the same, and my nights become the same nightmare. It's interesting, because nobody ever tells you these things. No one ever says that when you hit your mid-twenties, life sucks.01.10.115 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You're told all you're life things will be great by now.
The real lesson: don't trust people who tell you what your future will be.
WarNo one knows how it started,War7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All they know is that they have to fight;
Fight, or die.
The air is filled with
Gunshots, explosions, clouds of dust;
The ground is covered in bodies,
And the weapons covered in rust.
Chapter IRozdział IChapter I5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Po drugiej stronie miecza
- Mamo!! Gdzie jest moja spinka? No ta z kwiatkiem! Zaraz się spóźnię! krzyknęła ze swojego pokoju.
- Nie mam pojęcia. Tu masz śniadanie. odpowiedziała około 30-letnia kobieta o długich blond włosach i niebieskich oczach, wyciągając rękę z papierową torbą. Nagle w drzwiach pokoju pojawiła się młoda, długowłosa blondynka o tęczówkach w odcieniu mlecznej czekolady, z wyglądu bardzo podobna do swojej mamy, a jednocześnie zupełnie inna. Skacząc na jednej nodze w stronę kobiety, próbowała założyć skarpetkę. Po chwili gimnastyki z wredną częścią garderoby, odebrała paczkę od starszej blondynki, pocałowała ją w policzek i odbiegła w stronę wyjścia.
- Dzięki! Po szkole id
Kissing Youtoday as we were laying on your bedKissing You9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the television talking some nonsense
you asked me,
as you are curiously accustomed to doing,
what i was thinking
what was i thinking?
i blushed and hesitated
as most girls might
i don't talk much you see
(i think you understand that much about me)
and after a period of
f i v e l o n g s e c o n d s
i decided to reply
thought i'd try
VitaThe child let out a small cough, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal his bright blue irises. The woman looked down into the wide eyes of the newborn boy and let a smile grace her lips. There was such purity in that gaze, such innocence that shone from those eyes as he lay there, gazing upwards, completely oblivious to the turmoil that had brought him into existence...Vita5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The night was late, they warned her not to walk home after the party but it was just too nice to call a taxi. The clear black sky, the thousands of silver pinpricks, she was too busy admiring the beauty of nature to realise that she was being followed.
The boy flailed his limbs, as if testing out his new body. The woman chuckled, reaching a hand out to gently tickle his stomach.
The faint tapping of footsteps, the soft rustling of clothing, and that was all the warning she had before something slammed into the back of her skull, exploding a mass of multicoloured spots across her vision. Half conscio
Forget Me NotDon't forget me.Forget Me Not5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo
02.08.11Somebody mentioned to me that we live our lives standing at the edge of a great precipice, always trying not to fall.02.08.115 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We live our lives falling, trying not to hit the bottom.
IX. I am a poetIX. I am a poet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a poet
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
My verses empty
Themselves of their acid
My feather sinks
On a grey ground,
Earth without ages,
Roaming in the course of pages.
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
The moon is full
I paint without trouble.
And this night,
Everything ran away
Prize: Fairytale-PxF OneshotOnce upon a time~</b>Prize: Fairytale-PxF Oneshot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I were to say that I believed in happy endings when I was a child, Id be lying. As a young girl, I never experienced love. All I ever experienced was approval and disappointment. You see, my mother died when I was only three years of age and that left me to grow up with my father. In my fathers eyes, I was a mistake. I was supposed to be his heir, his son. But I ended up being a female which left him with two daughters and no one to continue the family name. Therefore, my father saw it fit that I become a prodigy, someone who could bring honor to our name and continue his legacy.
When I was five, my father took in a boy by the name of Miles Edgeworth and began to train him to become a prosecuting attorney. He cared for Miles and treated kindly, just as he would a son. I grew angry with Miles and refused to accept him into our family. I constantly teased him and I would call him Little brother just to show that I was the
01.13.11There's nothing wrong with thinking about death more than life, because the two are equals.01.13.115 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You can't have one without the other.
So, sitting here, thinking of death, I'm left wondering: what is a little bit of time in a man's life?
I know, it's a stupid thought. But, breaking life down into trillions upon trillions of moments, what are a few of them? Nothing more than grains of sand on an endless beach...
Changing LanesTo hold onto this wisp of a dream,Changing Lanes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's almost more than I can take.
I grow weary of waking,
the world outside my eyelids is alien,
but in here...
in here I feel,
I don't feel alive anymore.
I feel changed.
I wish I didn't.
Chapter VIIRozdział VIIChapter VII5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kiedy wracają wspomnienia...
"Ciemna, gwieździsta noc. Księżyc oświetlał miasto przybrane białym puchem, który skrzypiał radośnie pod zimowymi butami, zachęcając do śnieżnych zabaw. Jednak mroźny wiatr dawał się we znaki, a jego głuche gwizdy straszyły zmarzniętych przechodniów goniąc ich do ciepłych mieszkań. Za oknem jednego z nich, na 18 piętrze największego w promieniu kilkunastu metrów apartamentowca, siedziała młoda blondynka w delikatnej, kolorowej piżamie. Biurko przy którym urzędowała, oświetlone delikatnym światłem lampki nocnej, pokryte było mnóstwem kartek z niedokończonymi szkicami. Jednak dziewczyna nie patrzyła na nie, lecz z utęsknieniem spoglądała na mroźny krajobraz za oszronioną szybą. Kolorowy zegarek naścienny wybi