The Inked BladeJust as painters live for their artwork, poets live for theirs. But for a writer it is more so. For a writer, the writing will take on not only a life of their own, but a personality, a whole separate soul. A writer can converse with their pieces, argue with them... Feel jealous of them. Sometimes you might tell him his words are beautiful, and you'll see a shadow briefly cross his face before he responds with a 'thank you' and a smile, stretched too tight. Eventually, he'll become angry at his work. He'll stop writing; he'll tear up old notebooks in the hopes he can forget the words seemingly printed across the inside of his skull. He'll snap all his pens and pencils, so they can never damage someone's life as they have damaged his. He'll drink so the letters dance blurrily before his eyes, phrases drop off and lay forever incomplete in the dirt - so he never has to be the one to write them down.
All this, just because he knows he can never be as beautiful as the words he w
BrokenThere's a broken girl that walks down my streetBroken4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A broken girl I think everyone should meet
Her hair is a mess and her jeans are all torn
And the books that she carries are ragged and worn
She never really smiles cause she's ashamed of her teeth
And no one knows what she sounds like because she doesn't speak
She hides her plain brown eyes behind goggle looking glasses
But no one really cares or looks as she passes
She stays invisible until someone needs a laugh
Then she becomes the victim of every bodies wrath
They laugh til they cry and they all point her way
And smile and smirk for the rest of the day
Til she goes home at night to her drunken step dad
But at lest he's better then the last one she had
At night she reads love stories and writes a few poems
Wondering what it would be like to get out of that home
She dreams the same dream every night when she sleeps
That people will realize beauty isn't only skin deep
But until that day comes, she repeats the same thing
Staying off the ra
All It TakesNo one needs me,All It Takes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm completely unecessary...
I lie still in the cold
And I bleed...
Blue red stains faded through
Ghosting across my heart,
Into my weathered soul...
My whole life was spent
Escaping part of the past,
And my destiny in the future...
In which the hero becomes the villain,
And I become a prisoner...
I cannot live in a world
Where everything is upside down;
I need to breathe-
Just one breath
Is all it takes.
And all it takes
Each single fiber
Tangled web of energy...
All that I've ever held sacred
And all that I am.
Butterfly DreamerButterfly fly awayButterfly Dreamer4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To a bright and better day
She will fulfill her dreams
And stitch all the seams
That were torn
From the pain
Of the rain
No one can stop her
She will no longer have to suffer
Because she's soaring to new heights
Each day and night
Not letting anyone tear her seams
Because she's living her dreams
For on the wings of a butterfly
There is no limit but the sky
So she will continue to soar
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cryFearing Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
her 24 story leap.i.her 24 story leap.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i know i've told you this once before but i'm in danger of falling and i'm not sure the blown up mattress you've laid out 24 stories below will hold.
my fingers are gripping on the railing and they're becoming numb because i'm using every bit of strength left in my slowly decaying muscle. my eyes are sewn shut with the same needle and thread you bought me the night you laughed for 4 minutes and 30 seconds straight when you found out all i ever wanted was to knit my own damn scarf. [stores in the winter were never fulfilling enough] now i can't see a thing and i'm liking it this way because the blue of your eyes can't pull me in anymore. i told you from the start that i can't swim [but i guess you didn't take me as seriously as you should've because i swear i've been under one too many times.]
my breathing is labored and it's much too much work for my insides to handle and i'm not sure how much of this grueling struggle my body can take before it sim
Endless DreamOnce a night, We'll drink abyss,Endless Dream4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
While we suffocate on eternal bliss,
Drown in a sea of weightlessness,
Choke on time, with one last kiss,
And when the bloody rain cuts up the sky,
I'm walking away, And you won't understand why,
You're the reason why I'm crying now,
You're the reason I'm falling down,
Am I locked in, Or are you just locked out?
Are the walls so thick, You can't hear me shout?
It just cuts so deep, It tears me down,
Are these walls so thick, You can't hear me scream?
Am I locked away in this endless dream?
The words off your tongue, They keep me abound,
But I still can't help, But turn back around,
Your words so deep, They pull me under,
Is this what you want? 'Cause sometimes I wonder,
Don't waste my time now, Come on
Just get what you came here for,
And as the dust blows by and blinds me,
I hope the wind comes by and unties me,
While I'm stuck in this endless dream,
Are the walls so thick, You can't hear me shout?
It just cuts so deep, It tears me down,
Are these wall
InsanityEverything around me doesn't make senseInsanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Man kind painting a picture of a normality
Everyone claiming to be ordinary
what is ordinary exactly?
Everyone calls me weird
People say that I am insane
A person can kill and they are not crazy
Some may jump off towers and they are just sad?
Am I really insane or has sanity become delusional?
Shattered GirlBrushing her hair, she stares at the moonlightShattered Girl4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eagerly waiting for her love to call.
Tells herself everything will be alright
As she takes refuge inside of it all.
The nights drift by, the pain she cannot take
She wears the mask that fools all the rest.
Breathing nervously her legs start to shake
Holding the phone up close to her chest.
Her smiles resemble a wilted rose
Showing beauty and sadness in one.
Her parents suspect, her suffering shows
Fearing that it's only begun.
Down the hall she discovers the nightmare
Catches her love with a girl intertwined.
Clutching the wall, she falls apart right there
Becoming shattered both body and mind.
The phone it rings and sparks her attention
She hears the words no girl can mistake.
He tells her that she lost his affection
She then pray the lord her soul to take.
Her eyes they pour like fountains of sorrow
Mascara runs down the slopes of her cheeks.
No will tonight, no dawn for tomorrow
Frigidly trembling on tear stained bed sheets.
A Matter of InterpretationA Matter of Interpretation8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry, if I'd have realized you were coming tonight, I'd have prepared a more substantial demonstration." The Professor addressed the Investor nervously, moving piles of notes and abandoned test equipment out of his way.
"Your message stated there had been a significant development." The Investor stood unaffected amidst the chaos, collar turned up against the chill of the room, gloved hands clasped behind his back.
"Yes, we've made an exciting advancement." The Professor ceased his tidying, and strode to the corner of the room, hefting a small wooden shipping crate from a half full pallet of the same. Stepping over the clutter, he carried it to the middle of the curved array of alloy beams that seemed to be the focal point of the laboratory. The structure itself was easily half again as tall as he was, resembling a giant sectioned orange, exploded and suspended in mid air. He deposited the crate at the approximate center of the array, and stepping beyond its perimeter he began to
The Wishing Bear"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"The Wishing Bear8 years ago in Horror More Like This
The shouts echoed along the hall, waking the old woman from a drowse. My goodness, she thought. Whether for the shouts or for finding her head nodded to her chest, she wasn't sure.
In any case, she rose to see what the ruckus was about. The shouts that woke her had been replaced by the sounds of stomping and sobbing. She shuffled to the corner and peered into the neighboring waiting area, where she spotted a little girl vigorously stomping on a small teddy bear!
My goodness! She thought again, this time certain of the cause. As she shuffled closer, the girl picked up the bear and tried to pull it apart. Her face was flushed and wet.
"Little girl, what's the matter?" the old woman asked, a tentative hand reaching. "What could that poor little fellow have done to deserve that?"
At the sound of the voice the girl froze, then shot the old woman a guilty look.
"It's alright. You can tell me. What's the matter, dear?" The woman lower
Bow and Admit DefeatDo you know how dreams fade?Bow and Admit Defeat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It starts with a train wreck
that you can't take your eyes from
and ends in a shipwreck
that is never again seen
My goal in life; is simply to be
I left my dead dreams behind,
but there are a few hangers on
and none left alive
The Gloom InsideI saw the drawings through the glassThe Gloom Inside4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And watched how precious moments pass
To see the care appear no more
To see her pen fall on the floor
Down the streets she's walking miles
And sees there fake and worthless smiles
A tall, blank wall is being built
To hide from pain and drown in guilt
She carries out a pointless scheme
Illusion of a fulfilled dream
And wraps the wounds with pleasant lies
The flesh revels, the inside cries
She fills the cracking in the wall
And wonders if she hears the call
But all suspicions are denied
Blinded eyes look terrified
Life disdain throughout the night
The blackest views, the blackest sight
I tried to light the spark back then
Now I don't think I can
But is the blackest part.. the heart?
And was it ruptured from the start
I look at this forgotten pen
Now say I can
It's ok to run away
Never looking behind saves nerves
And spoiled blood
It's understandable to solve the problems the easiest way
But the feelings of the lack of sens
BIOLUMINESCENTLike a fireflyBIOLUMINESCENT4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swimming in a pool of mist
I am eager for the cold
purity of light from
your abdomen's seductive cinema
to ratify the chemicals of caution
I'm to flare in the vicinity
of salivating predators
while you oversee the chemistry of us
with your cinder beacon
of incensual exemption
from formalities of ultraviolet numbers
Rather let us deal
in the metaphysics of the seasons
and wait out the autumn mist
for the white noise of winter
and its lullaby of woolen hibernation
How Come??How Come??4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why did you leave me all alone
Why did you leave me to die in this hole
This hole of depression
Before i sink too far, hear out my confession
I may have defiled your trust
But I cant see the big fuss
All i did was trick you
But what do you expect me to do
I needed to know
So please stop your silly show
All I want is one explanation
Before you throw out your condemnation
So is this too much too ask
Is this too hard of a task
So i ask again
Why did you leave me all alone
Why did you leave me too die in this hole
This hole of depression
Now that you have heard my confession
Haikuwrimo Fall 2007Haikuwrimo Fall 20078 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the calendar pages.
Green's change to red
a gutsy tango
on flower dance-floors.
jam at night.
only on airwaves
on dewy mornings.
has misplaced my papers
in a puddle.
even my cat refuses
the sun light.
monks seem mechanical
as the seasons.
The Sun's a bully,
against the rain,
who'll get the clothes?
the mantis gets grub.
Name set in stone,
a boy barely twenty:
for annual mourning:
chasing mice in dreamscapes.
follow the dragonfly's lead.
home in a war zone
Her hands grasp
warm autumn breeze--
SacrificesSacrifices4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's coming, oh God help me. I'm going to die, and my child shall die with me. Where is she! My dear Annie. My body starts to shake with the full force of my anguish as tears roll down my flushed cheeks. I'm to young to die, I'm not ready.
"Mommy?" I hear a feeble voice cry out. I know that voice anywhere. My annie. My head snaps up and there behind the flames I see my dear Annabel. She stands so small holding her dear teddy, reaching out for me. I let out a gasp as I see the flames reach for my child, with their greedy clutches. My daughter yelps back away from the large flames now tower over her. I cannot watch my dear baby girl die. I will not let it happen.
I decisively make a decision that will destroy me physically but save me mentally and emotionally. I leap in through the inferno of destruction, reaching out for my child as the flames lick away at my body. Her eyes enlarge as she sees me step out of the inferno. To her I must seem like someone with a glowing halo encasing my bo
En l'airEn l'air8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the air
Outside the stuffiness of our kitchen, we were
makeshift dancers pirouetting greyscale streets:
the strip of grass, failing poppies
and the roar of bottlenecked traffic.
Feet flew across floorboards,
secret tunnels squashed between city sights,
our laughter found places where bolts held iron poles,
catering for awkward Pliés. Palms mimed clock-work,
and our muscles pushed against our winter woollies.
We watched light flickering through wood-work cracks,
our chests groaning with breath; the tick of exhaustion
sliding down foreheads, and the whirl of wind fuelling
our feet towards the house where warmth waited.
Love UnconditionalI look down at your broken body, an angel asleep in my arms. There are bruises all over you, old wounds crusted in blood, dark and anxious circles under your eyes. You haven't slept in days.Love Unconditional5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I only discovered the bruises today, when I touched you and you screamed. Of course you started to laugh when the pain eased up, made a joke of it, said you weren't sure what had come over you. I didn't believe you; I made you strip down so I could see what was wrong. How could I have been so blind? Under the clothes your white skin was black and blue and dirty yellow, stained with the paint of your blood trapped under the surface. I swore I would kill the bastard that did this to you.
I didn't realize the bastard was me.
I thought I was drowning the nightmares, the screams that echo in my dreams. I thought I was protecting you, saving you from the pain I put up with every day. I thought I
4 AMin the end,4 AM1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fall and turn
from my own twisted ways
of inventing self-fault,
my desperate calls for reason
my only guilt being that
I segregate myself
into crumbles and pieces
'til there's nothing to trust
the sound of darkness
In the room
at 4 AM,
you can hear it because you're not asleep,
the walls' murmur,
floors becoming none,
Your Colder SholderI am sorry to say that your clutch is no longer the warmth I look for when tears hang like shattered ice on my cheeks.Your Colder Sholder5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I yearn for something bigger; something warmer and more welcoming.
I want it to cradle me as you once did. To hold me with loving open arms and warmth that engulfs my fears.
But alas, I am curled up on my bed of black lies; it is here I shall always stay.