We were numb, and now we seeI know that you point and laugh at me now.. but would you if we were children?We were numb, and now we see4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As children, we didn't scrutinize things so much.. we accepted things as came, and we didn't question whether or not something was right or deemed 'wrong'.
So why is it that you still deny two giggling six-year-old girls the right to pretend to get married to each other?
It's because you don't want them to grow up 'wrong' or 'twisted' .. right..?
So when those two little girls kiss each other, because "that's what you do when you get married" do you make them sit in time out because "you're not allowed to kiss your friends" ?
Or are you afraid.. afraid to shatter the glass case that enshrouds them..? Are you so scared to shatter the innocence that 'protects' them from the real world..? Where people can marry whomever they please..?
That's right.. they can't.. not yet, at least.
Just because you have authority, it doesn't mean that you deserve to force them apart.
They may be young, they may be naive.. and th
Sleeping +Fuck you allSleeping +4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your bright eyed smiles
And your selfish self-deprecating lookatmeI'mbleeding lies
Why crawl over to me begging for aid
When you're incapable of meeting your half of the bargain
Where are you when I begin to fade?
When I lose myself and need something to desperately cling onto
Where are you when I really n e e d you?
You all smile
And promise me you'll never leave
'It's okay' 'It's alright' 'don't worry, I can see'
You don't see anything at all
Knees up bent double over a bucket spewing out your hypocrisy
Slit your writs and tell me if blood is what you really see
Because I see cowardice when I see your reflection in a mirror
And I see pain where I stand beside you, when the cord breaks and we can go no further
Tattooing your words across my skin
So that when you leave, it burns me within
Tracing lines which hold no substance..?
Hold me up
Be the steel to my concrete; the shield of pride to m
Turn Away.Turn Away.4 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.
Where were you, God?Okay God,Where were you, God?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the truth
The truth the prove that your out there
Where were you when I was teased and mocked?
Where were you when I was beaten and almost died?
Where were you when I felt alone?
Where were you when I cried myself to sleep?
Where were you when I got my heart broken?
Where were you when I felt unloved?
Where were you when my "friends" turned there backs on me?
Where were you when I was about to jump of that bridge?
Where were you, God, when I needed you most?
My Dear Child,
I was there through it all
When you were teased and mocked,
I stood by your side
When you were beaten,
I protected you which is why your still alive
When you felt alone,
I opened my arms to you
When you cried yourself to sleep,
I wiped the tears away from your eyes
When you got your heart broken,
I came so I could heal the wound
When you felt unloved,
I poured out my love on you
When you were betrayed,
I promised that I would never leave you
Or forsake you and I meant it
When you were about to jump,
Two Paths: PrologueI am no poet. I can only write about what I see and hear. Marae tries to teach me so that words come easy when I write in my book. At the end of the day is when I write, long after night falls. I dont know what day it is.Two Paths: Prologue7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marae is asleep now. I should sleep, but I can not. I can hear them, outside the walls. I can hear the laughing. It does not sound like laughing, but that is what it is. It sounds like dogs. Like hell. Animals outside our walls, walking like men. I can not say what it sounds like. Marae maybe could, but I have no words. They are not men. God would not make men such as this.
We are dead. I must say it to myself. I will not say it to those here with me. Women, children. Old ones. The ones who are sick, or have no arms or legs. The ones who can not fight. Now, we are all that is left to fight the ones outside. But they depend on me. I send them to make spears and load cannons. I send them to fix walls and bar gates. I try to keep them doing. Always doing. But wh
God Was There When I was alone and cryingGod Was There4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God was there
When I was distraught and without hope
God was there
When they talked about me
And made me feel worthless
God was there
When they called me stupid
And said I wasn't good enough
God was there
God was there
When I was alone
And wanted to die
God was there
When no else was
Those tears of awe...Vibrant Hazel eyes that are so very blind.Those tears of awe...4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And every time she denies the truth, she takes just one more step behind.
One more step behind seeing whats real.
But instead of moving forward,
This girl marks herself with a seal.
One that stamps her as ordinary, bland,
but really, she is extraordinarily grand.
I hope someday that she may open up her eyes,
And see those tears of awe that everyone cries.
we could walk on water.I will find you on the edges of the river,we could walk on water.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right between the creases where the moss
grows thick and the water gurgles hymns
so softly that you have to still your pulse
just so that you might hear it.
[Quiet, darling, quiet; open your heart and listen.]
You will find me in the pocket of the oceans
darkest wave, curled against the starfish and
seaweed, painting my moon-sand skin with
every color so that I might be as achingly
beautiful as the coral you dream of.
[Pray, darling, pray; open your hands and believe.]
We will find one another in the deepest part
of the deepest lake, pressing kisses together so
that when we breathe one another in, we might
simply breathe, fashioning oxygen from a wish
and touching each other as if one touch can
save the world.
[Sing, darling, sing; open your mouth and love.]
Jayy and Dahvie Vanroe ch.4Jayy and Dahvie Vanroe ch.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After about an hour of walking and asking for directions back to our hotel, we made it. We walked threw the doors of the hotel to find Sally and a few other friends talking to the front desk lady asking if she seen Jayy and I. "Hey." I said walking up behind them, they all turned around "Oh my fucking god. What happened to you guys?" Sally asked laughing a bit and reaching forward to pull a twig out of Jayy's hair. "Uh." Jayy looked to the side. "Its a long story" I said giggling. "But here is one part of it." I turned towards Jayy and pulled him close to me and kissed his lips softley knowing that I had abused them a little to much earlier. "Oh." Sally said smiling. "Dahvie, I wanna go get cleaned up." Jayy said tugging on my arm. I nodded my head. "Sally we'll talk later okay?" She smiled in agreement and me and Jayy strutted away hand in hand. We finally reached our room and I ran in and jumped on the bed. "OH, so fucking cozy!!" Jayy shook
What They Don't Tell YouWhat they don't tell you about death is the phone call. They don't tell you that you can't tell the difference between a normal ring and one that brings bad news, that there's no warning and no time to get your bearings.What They Don't Tell You5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's a couple days after Christmas, and I'm on vacation in Williamsburg, Virginia with my family exploring the Jamestown settlement and the recreations of The Mayflower. My best friend hasn't returned my calls for the last two days, but finally the phone rings. So I pick it up, expecting a conversation about Christmas presents or schoolyard gossip. Instead, the voice on the other line asks to speak to one of my parents. I hand the phone to my mother and watch her facial expression change: her eyebrows come together, her forehead crinkles, the corners of her mouth turn down. Her voice becomes low, hushed, and urgent.
Finally, she hangs up and sits down next to me on the bed. Then she tells me, carefully, as if divulging a secret. My classmate of nine years died in a fre
100 Theme challenge: DarkDark, it's so dark;100 Theme challenge: Dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone help me out of the dark.
Someone has left a mark,
I don't want to keep this mark.
Consumed with pain and rage
So is this horrid mark
That only I could contain
Now I'm the caged lark.
Someone take my burden,
I beg, I beg of you!
Don't leave, NO!
Now I am left in this thing called dark...
that no one can give...
Time Heals All Wound?They say "Time heals all wounds."Time Heals All Wound?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"In every cloud, there's a silver lining."
"It's always darkest before the dawn."
Well they haven't meant me or my family.
It seems like it's one tragedy after another.
First, my uncle
Second, my father
Third, my grandfather
Fourth, my step-father
And so many others
It's just one after another
People don't know what it's like
To not know who will be there for you
To wonder who will walk you down the aisle for your wedding
To not know how you'll make ends meet
To walk past half-finished rooms
To listen to your mother's and grandmother's cries
Is this really fair?
To live in a never-ending nightmare
Cursed to have a broken family
That just keeps crumbling
Will things ever change?
Do we get a chance to be happy?
Or are we stuck like this forever ?
Elysiumi am alkaline,Elysium2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
speaking of star-stitched
harlots with a
tongue tinged ultraviolet;
love, you are selenic & i
am mercurial melancholy
Her favorite GameShe sits in the silenceHer favorite Game5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you display all your hate
She hides from the violence
And a cruel world's fate
In a mask her tears are hidden
They play dead for the crowd
Her face is forbidden
From joy being found.
Let it all die out
She's screaming aloud.
He was her once prince charming
The reason she lived
His death was alarming
And her faith caved in.
Fuck the scene and run
From all that is feared
Love isn't fun
When it's drowned in tears
Rear back to the start
Where ignited love burns
Where she can save her heart
And time never turns.
Give her a chance
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
singing of beauty.some sing that there is beauty in the breakdown, but i have learned in the heat of your palms that the true beauty is in the rebuilding after the fall. you found me a city burned to the ground and you exhaustively rebuilt all of my fallen skyscrapers. you did not mind the singing and the stinging eyes. you never faltered at the quakes that ran up the base of my spine to the tip of the city limits. you just moved with meticulous, tenacious, loving grace. you found me a forest cleared on a whim, an ocean polluted with the lies of the selfish, a sky darkened with the ache of a thousand breaks.singing of beauty.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you found me ugly, and still, you found me.
so, i do not sing of beauty in the falling, though i have seen the poetry in cracking ribs and bleeding knees. i do not sing of the beauty of salt-encrusted cheeks and nail-bitten lips. i stand in the heat of your embrace and sing of the sun that rises on each war-demolished countryside. i sing of the light that washes over every blood-soaked ba
Unexpected loveLove doesnt happen a particular wayUnexpected love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a rather warm February night. Atem and Yugi were busy in the kitchen. Atem was making dinner whist Yugi, was on the phone talking with Dan. He was discussing their latest venture called Angel of Mercy. It was about distributing provisions to those in remote locations in need of help.
Yes Dan, that sounds like a swell idea. Keep up the donations. Ill send Gabriella to help you ASAP. Youve a very good heart. I hope this is as successful as our other plans. I must go know. Dinner is almost done. Ill see you around good-bye, as he hung up the cell phone.
I think aibou this is one of our best ideas yet. I love helping people, its so self rewarding. Plus one good deed leads to another. So taking the movie Pay It Forward example to reality is a good thing, very good indeed. Tell me Yugi, how does this taste to you? Atem asked as he held out a metal soup ladle.
Hmm taste won
MaskedA mask covers her eyes.Masked4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She never truly sees.
She never sees the love that's pointed in her direction.
never see's the affection.
she lives through pain.
a fake smile glued to her face.
She hides her feelings.
Never letting them out.
Her eyes fill with tears.
That just can't be wiped away.
Your Promiscuous WaysWhen you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,Your Promiscuous Ways5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes.
And when you look at me in that promiscuous way,
I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day.
You don't do this often most of the days,
But when you do,
My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return,
And I can feel this love in your ever simple words.
It's the kind of love I've always wanted,
The kind of voice that makes everything just fine.
It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had,
And something I don't ever want to forget.
The Spontaneous GuyThe Spontaneous Guy5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If I could write a poem to make you fall in love with me,
I would have done it the moment I met you,
The moment I felt you smile..
The time you took me with that kiss.
I always want to make the world better wherever I go,
Speak my words and strengthen every person's will.
But every time I see you it's I who couldn't speak,
And whenever you touch me my world's perfectly complete.
So maybe tomorrow I will be able to write the poem I long to write you,
Look you in the eyes and tell you how much I really want you too.
It shouldn't be that hard to say a short "I love you",
But falling in love has even taken me to a place far from complete.
sixth sensei.sixth sense5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can close your eyes and count the stars and
find where they connect to draw a face years
older than yours; this weary gaze is turning
in for the night but it won't turn away from you
just please forget the taste of melancholy goodbyes
and words we haven't said; keep your tongue wrapped
around the flavors of boisterous laughs and every
"i love you" that lingers in this stubborn atmosphere
and you no longer need these wizened hands to
hold you up and hold your balance on these rocks;
these tired bones are folding themselves in; keep them
in the back of your mind and they'll keep you standing
if you forget the smell of pick-up dinners and library
pauses you're saving yourself; keep the scent of
crows feet smiles and i-remember-when stories and
every gust of off-the-lake air you breathed into your lungs
so drown out this play list of regrets and avoidance you
have blaring in your ear drums and listen to the cacophony
of potential and things left to be discovered; whe
PC - Love in the Face of Danger _ L/M Love in the Face of DangerPC - Love in the Face of Danger _ L/M3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It takes a lot to catch a ninja off-guard. Battling at four to one odds isn't nearly enough to do it. Battling at four to one odds in an abandoned subway station with a crumbling floor and a ceiling threatening to cave at any moment doesn't cut it either. Not even doing all of that with a previously injured arm is enough to slow Leonardo down.
Michelangelo could almost admire the way his eldest brother fluidly wove between his enemies to strike with absolute precision in the exact spot that would fell his enemy with the least amount of exertion while simultaneously avoiding the sharp, broken edges of concrete beneath his feet almost if he wasn't so busy keeping himself alive in those exact same conditions. As it was, the brief glimpses he got of Leonardo