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
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.
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.
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
StaircaseI missStaircase4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
Elysiumi am alkaline,Elysium1 year 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
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
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
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 ?
CulminationKnowing eyes searchCulmination4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingertips trail along a flushed cheek
tender lips caress a supple neck.
A fevered whisper pierces the night.
"In the beginning
there was more of me
and less of you.
there was less of each
and more of us
there is no me
there is only existence."
We both disappear
into the hot, dark place
deep within the earth
where fire burns
and life resides
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.4 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
OblivionOblivion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That kind of beauty
can haunt a life
and ruin a man,
the incandescent taste of skin
so fair it flouts
a summer day
and taunts the bed clothes
as if to say
this is but a borrowed pleasure;
the supple lilt of hips
making wastrels of my senses
and savoring the scent
of flesh entrapping secrets
like a summer solstice;
and that last wave of wonder
puckered in a silken crescent
breaking over me