Cold HandsHe was holding my hand.
I could still remember the first time he had done so. That time, I could tell by his trembling fingers that he was nervous. I could tell by his cold, clammy hands -- that he was afraid, and perhaps cautious.
But not anymore.
I could not tell anymore.
As he was holding on to my hand, this minute, this second, I could no longer sense what he was feeling. His hands no longer shook, and was no longer wrapped in a welcoming layer of warm sweat. Or rather, this was not even holding hands at all, unless placing his palm against mine counts.
"Okay, what?" I gave in with a teary voice.
He and I both knew for some reason, that he wanted me to remember this moment as he slipped his fingers between mine, and squeezed my palm. The faint squeeze he gave felt like a heavy stab to my chest. He embraced me, and held me there, fingers still entwined.
It was dark and misty out in the neighborhood as it was night. The streets were quiet and lonesome -- not even the sound of leaves
empty promises.I'm so sick of your promises,empty promises.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for they are as empty as a starless sky.
Then again, a starless sky at least has depth
you are fucking shallow.
You told me you care
you show that you don't.
And I take it.
Because the girl you've been kissing -
she's long gone.
Just know this -
if you don't keep promises
neither will I.
GameI'm convinced,Game4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm convinced that you have me going insane.
I feel lifeless and can't feel a thing.
I'm missing your laugh,
I swear it's in the back of my head.
I'm lying that it doesn't hurt that you're away.
But who am i fooling I want to scream your name.
Don't play this game unless you're willing to take that undying pain.
I amI am a WolfI am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running through the wood
I am a Rabbit
Eating carrots as food
I am a Dolphin
Swimming through the sea
I am a Butterfly
For whom flying is a guarantee
I am a Bear
Sleeping through the winter
I am a Cheetah
A very good sprinter
But, above all, I am human
I am a child, I am an adult
I am born to live this life
To see in the end the result
I want to be a Lion
Being an animal king
I want to be a Bird
Who can beautifully sing
I want to be a Fish
So I don't need to breath for air
I want to be a Snake
Sliding around with a lot of flair
I want to be a Phoenix
Who always will be reborn
I want to be a Dragon
Which I really adore
But above all, I want to be human
Making my own choices
To stand out of the crowd
All with different voices
I don't want to be a Fly
Squished as an insect
I don't want to be an Elephant
Who human need to protect
I don't want to be a Monkey
Who needs to carry his load
I don't want to be a Frog
Being recognized as a toad
I don't want to be a Squid
i a m l o v eWe are the elusive past of our dark tomorrow, winking slowly at the possibility of today. Joy exists without ecstasy and madness - joy dwells in the vital times of our day.i a m l o v e4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But I am beyond all of this.
Stand by me, and pick the stars out of the sky, put them in your basket, for their juices will sparkle in the eyes of your kin. Adjust the moon (don't let it be crooked) - change the bulb, and help light reach the dead of this night.
I am the Smile. I am your laughter and squinted pretty words; those tears you cry when you want to be heard. I am the twinkle of dancing blue eyes, shining against the invisible blanket of black. I am the smile, your fingers intertwined in your other half, I am the zeal with which you say the words, and then I am your ears and his voice when you rejoice at the taste of his words overwhelm you.
I am Insanity. I am your cackling and deafening blows; those tears you cry for reasons you don't understand. I am the death of those dancin
The Way You ForgetWhat would it mean to you?The Way You Forget4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I suddenly disappeared?
If I vanished without a trace?
Would you even care?
If they found me,
Would you even blink an eye?
Would you act like it never even happed?
And if I died.
If all they found was a shattered pile of bones,
Would you even remember,
Ten years later,
The colour of my eyes?
Would you even remember who I am?
I know you,
I know you would forget.
I know you wouldn't even care,
Just don't lie about it.
The HealerHe takes my heart in his hand,The Healer4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And a stitching needle in the other.
He's stitching up the scars,
And making me feel better.
He's gluing up the cracks,
And healing the wounds.
So my heart can feel again,
And love him more.
He teaches me how to love,
Without having to fear.
And when my heart needs repairing,
He's quick to take care of it.
He puts the pieces back on,
When my heart has been shattered.
He takes care of my fragile heart,
Especially when it needs it most.
And most of the time,
He's completely unaware that he's doing it.
GoneHe wasn't coming back. I knew he wasn't, but I wanted him too. I was desperate for him to come back, back to my arms, back to me...Gone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My love was gone, pulled away from me. He had been conscripted to go fight in the war; there was no way out of it. He was yanked out of my arms and sent off to battle; I knew he wasn't coming back. I had a feeling in my heart. Of course, no one believed me. They all thought that I was crazy; they all thought that he would be back.
"The war will be over in no time honey." That was what they all said, or something along those lines. Mothers, wives, daughters... we were all worried for their safety, but it seemed like I was the only one that truly believed the war was not going to end quickly. It seemed like I was the only one who believed that the war would take many lives and ruin many others.
I turned the white envelope over in my hands, dreading what was inside. I didn't know whether it said 'We regret to inform you' or 'I'll be home soon'. I didn't know
I PromiseI promiseI Promise5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not the rifle you hold
Or the fatigues proudly worn
It's not the look in your eyes
Or the hard set of your face
I would kiss your bloodied hands
And brush the sand from your hair
I'd put my face into your neck
And breathe your gunmetal smell
Hope For The HopelessThese are my emotions showcasedHope For The Hopeless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a pretty glass box for you to look at.
My worries and fears put aside,
I'm throwing away all my pride.
I miss you.
No fancy words and no disguise.
Simple, a plain white dinner plate
With my heart splattered upon it,
Beating to the rhythm of nostalgia,
Its' master and its' lover.
I know that nothing's going to change,
And sometimes that makes me sad.
Nothing lasts forever,
But you were all I ever had.
Sorry just wasn't enough,
Everyone needed a break.
I only wish that the time we spend together
Meant more than one mistake.
Inside My Head.Black.Inside My Head.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, it's definitely pitch black.
I'm pretty sure most of the time it is.
But then again, there are times when it's not.
Sometimes a spotlight drops and I see... a desk.
Normally the desk is messy. I remember it had glue, uhm, ah, yes, and gum everywhere. What else... there were paper clips stuck on to the desk by the lurid pinkish rotten gum. Oh, and we must not forget all those pretty pens and pencils suffocating in the sea of transparent glue. Oh right! There were CD's, and an earphone as well. Hmm... Oh yea, the desk was wooden -- which made it look even messier. Ah, wait. I remember, there was liquid, shooting out in every direction. They looked oily, in a way, and, I'm pretty sure, they're not transparent -- not water -- lemonade or vegetable juice, maybe, or was it both?
When the light flashed over the dark room with nothing but a dirty desk, it hit me -- the desk, disgusting and messy, must resembled my frustrated, yet endless train of thoughts.
Each time ther
lost and foundLost: 1 heartlost and found4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If found you may keep it
The owner does not care anymore
You Can't Spell Love, Without WarA constant battle wages onYou Can't Spell Love, Without War4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside my mind & heart;
a mystic creature plays a song
to the tunes of a harp
My heart easily gets charmed
it reacts without thinking
'cause of that it always gets harmed
by guys that are assholes
Why oh why don't I listen?
my mind's screaming at me
but I just can't listen>.
Mirror Of LiesMirror mirror on the wallMirror Of Lies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who's the nicest of them all?
is it me or is it him?
and-what-does-he-hide behind that grin?
Do good things lurk behind it?
or is he just full of shit
tell me mirror, I must know
before dawn, before he goes
I trust in you mirror
so tell me please
will he ever love me
as much as I love thee?
The mirror's words were smart & wise
he answered this, with so much pride
"It is he the nicest one
for you only run & run
away from your problems,
they become venom."
Mirror mirror on the wall
are you completely sure-of-that-all?
I'm thinking you're reflecting lies
that whom people try to hide
tell me mirror is this true?
or are you going to lie to me too?
"Yes silly human
I just lied
I only say truths
of those who died.
So all you knew
was never true
for I reflect the tales
of those who begged in hell."
Fight ItHold my lips and bite my tongue,Fight It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before the words I want to say have gone.
Muffle my screams and fight my tears,
My cries are too much for your delicate ears.
Please tell my why I am so
To tell you what you need to know,
What I am yearning to say.
Take my thoughts and hide them away,
So they cannot escape, at least not today.
I silence my voice, it can shout in my head,
But the words will never come out,
They'll stay with me until I am dead.
Live fast, die young Live fast.Live fast, die young4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The essentials of a fulfilled life is to take it as it comes, love people 'til you're hurting and fuck everything up so much so that you feel helpless, in a pit of despair. You're meant to be stupid, to make mistakes and to be left broken-hearted and drunk in a gutter somewhere. What's life without the disappointments? All those clouds have a silver lining; that when everything takes a turn for the better when you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel then you can actually feel a sense of happiness that you managed to get o
Perfect DeathI wanna die in your arms babyPerfect Death4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
hold me tight in an embrace
whisper how much you love me
and with your lips caress my face
I wish I didn't have to leave your side
and I'm sorry for leaving you behind
but its too late now
I've already began to drown
I can feel your warmth though your lips
sending fire down to my hips
it ignites inside me passion
all my problems it shuns
But this passion I cant control
for I can barely move
and although its taken its toll
I have nothing else to lose
I've lived a happy life with you
that is completely true
now let me go babe
I was too late to save
Dying in your arms is the perfect death
I loved to die I have to confess
your sweet scent stayed attached to mine
leaving in my head, memories of you confined
Stuck On RepeatHere I am againStuck On Repeat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with pen & paper in my hand
my heart's bleeding emotions
too stupid to understand
I'm really tired of this all
always the exact same ending
he walks away with no scratch at all
'cause his love was all pretending
Another girl more
that's what I always am
my emotions never count
'cause he never gave a damn
I swear they're ALL the same
only one thing in their minds
the desire to play games
with each girl they can find
Saying "I love you"
is the dirtiest lie
only 'cause of it
people wish to die
I am one of them
for I've been lied to many times
I could never comprehend
how they never seem to mind;
that they broke a girl's heart.....
I Desire An Everlasting DreamI dream and I dwell on it. A venomous biteI Desire An Everlasting Dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of impossibilities seeps into my addled mind
Until the killjoy consciousness materializes to
Abduct my blissful psyche away into the land of
The suffocating constrictions of society and their
Immoral morals that I simply will never comprehend.
But in a dream, everything is precisely as it is
Meant to be; Adventures that are only read in
Storybooks of grandeur heroics, only this time
They never reach the dénouement. The blame
Falls with the disgustingly ordinary white
Sky that taunts my tired eyes and haunts
My waking memories. It smiles down on me
As if it is laughing at the perfection that I
Will never achieve. It is wrong; there is
One millisecond that is not quite a dream
But neither is it among my waking hours,
A door between the contrasting worlds of
Reality and hidden desires, when my eyes
Are first tempted to open. Nothing matters
Then. I wish to stay in that moment forever.
Kill Me And You Shall Save MeI need a heroKill Me And You Shall Save Me4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
someone like you
who's brave enough for what I ask
who's merciless no matter the task
I ask of you one thing
that sacrifices your morals
something no one wants to do
but this is different
see I'm begging you
I want you to kill me
end my misery with a bullet
make it go right through my skull
and let it come out
flying fast with dripping blood
spinning so delicately with death
Gray tendrils shall surround me
claiming its victim
black haze will shroud my corpse
these are the grim reapers toys
and we're his playful little game
My eyes will stay open
as my soul departs
it'll begin to take its form
it'll become art
brilliant hues of purple
magnificent shades of it
So save me darling
release me from this dreadful world
I never belonged here
and I want you to make me disappear
The haiku bluesMy hearts made of glassThe haiku blues4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and your words are like earthquakes
what have we done?graduation day, teacher asks,what have we done?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"class, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
comes the unanimous reply.
teacher remembers middle school,
"class, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
terrified to love.i'm terrified to love,terrified to love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a g a i n.
i'm terrified of letting anyone in,
because i don't want them to see through this facade i got going on.
i'm terrified of trusting another guy,
who knows what's the truth, when it comes to their sugar-coated lies.
i'm terrified of giving away the key,
as it's the only link through the closed door in my heart.
i'm terrified of being a hopeless fool,
as i secretly dream on everything like 11:11, shooting stars, you name it.
i'm terrified of not being good enough,
because i'm imperfectly flawed, and i always beat myself up for it.
i'm terrified of giving away my heart,
as it's already shatted into so many pieces, and i don't even know if its fully there.
i'm terrified of giving away my love,
because i just long for someone who's afraid of losing me, too...
TemptationsI CRAVE your touchTemptations4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so velvety soft
sending goose bumps down my skin
I don't want you to stop
I NEED your lips
too moist for ignoring
how I can I not look,
when their presence is so alluring?
I WANT your hugs
that fill me with happiness
keeping me safe
when around madness
I DESIRE your love
that brought life to my heart
making me feel important
no longer apart
from this cruel world
that makes us feel guilty
lost and so cold
without the conscious of dignity
BE with me, darling
I MUST have you to live
your utter absence
makes my soul grieve
Lullaby for an illusionWhen you'll feel the cold wings of the airLullaby for an illusion4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caressing joyful dew drops on your hair
When your sight will get free...
In a wild blink of rebelious glee...
In a time of unreal memories, you'll see
The places our surreal worlds have built
Mountains, lakes, trees
Shrouded by a sweet, divine wind.
When your heart will see
Birds flying freely, endlessly...
Decomposed on the sunset's hue
Then you'll know and feel
My hands longing to reach you
The whispers of a pure truth:
"My blue torment of my youth...
In silence, memories and distance,
Upon the ceiling of my imagination,
I'll always be with you"