Black and Blue Words"Blue is for grief," she saidBlack and Blue Words6 years ago in Other More Like This
"A thousand tears of sorrow
and the colour of rain.
The sky as it's falling
and a broken-hearted lover's lament."
"but when the light fades," I whispered
"the bluest skies turn black."
"Blue is for the ocean,
the soft colour of emotion,
and seas of endless depths."
"And black," I say,
"is the colour of mourning.
The colour of death."
"Blue is for the deep,
and bruised bones
a widow's cry
into the window sill."
"Black," I reply, "is the nothingness.
The neverending void.
The absence of thought, of light.
When every bright-lit burning star
fades into the depression of night.
Blackness is the space between every breath."
"Blue," she said, "is the colour of heartbeats."
I smiled then.
The deepest blues are black."
Hospital Collection: At HomeFlowers At HomeHospital Collection: At Home6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I press dead flowers
between the pages of
old poetry books
and crush dry petals
between my fingertips.
As the weeks go by
and the soft colours fade
like a childrens illustration.
And I hold desperately
to the leaf skeletons,
feeling the colour drain out of me.
Once Being, Youi dont think i can ever forgive you for killing yourself in front of me,Once Being, You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of me
i dont think i will ever be able to forgive you for snatching away those Parts of me,
the breaths and words and seconds and disgust of Me,
the silence and hope and anger and love of Me
with your silk-wetted fingers of Me
drowning all in the fire that swallowed you,
that ate you, The dripping sweetly You,
The you with eyes that closed softly like dying moths,
The you with eyes that closed hard and sharp like double portcullises,
The you that breathed the fire hungry and willed it to feast,
The you that dug your grave in the sky.
i think you wanted me to follow but i refused to be murdered
even by a haunting so with full Beauty;
Every time i see your reflection
i feel my wounds raw shivering
my wounds shiver raw screaming:
pieces of gone now trying to be
pieces of something more like
armor that i wear to protect the (birth growing, re) Self
or medicine to stop the bitter pa
abracadavergod is a magicianabracadaver6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of his hat
it's that much more
clever to speak
with your tongue
in someone else's
The ParagonHeadscarf for love ofThe Paragon6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
An omnipotent power:
Eyes lowered, content
Here Is Your ReactionI don't deserveHere Is Your Reaction6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your (negative) attention.
stop giving it to me.
PowerYou always were stronger than us,Power6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your courage conquered all,
We grew up in admiration,
Your might so grand and tall,
Though as the years passed on
and your muscles seemed to weak,
We all soon realized that you met your final peak.
We watched as your muscles started to wither away,
How your level came down with ours,
You were going downhill,
The best all gone.
The power you held was the power you seek,
And As soon as you realized your power,
all that power just seeped.
Things To Rememberthe hook on the wallThings To Remember6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunshine on plastic
the blue of the sky
the feeling of your skin against mine
and your smell in my hair
Remember..OUR biggest fearRemember..4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
is not that we will DIE
BUT that we will be forgotten..
Scent ::Contest Entry::The scent of vomit fills my lungs as I crouch heaving in this bathroom stallScent ::Contest Entry::6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And yet that awful, attacking, caustic smell cannot overpower the stench of love that creeps under, and through, the cracks in the door behind me.
Fuck... Frank next time you want to confess to me your misplaced feelings of affection Try doing it when I havent drowned myself in half of this, cheap and charmless, bars supply of corrosive, lung burning, mind wasting, vodka.
You dont love me Frank...
You dont even know what the word means...
How dare you destroy everything weve built together just because you couldnt squash that burning desire to purge out your confused confessions of delusional love?
You want to undo years of friendship because youve decided theres something between us?
What was I to you?
Was our friendship a lie?
All those moments that weve shared together What do they mean now?
You sung out confessions of love and desire
Walk AloneI see the lightWalk Alone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
others refuse to see.
"I'm not good enough"
is what they say too me.
It seems to be a pattern
that gives meaning to my life
to see the beauty in the women
that cause me so much strife.
No matter what they say,
no matter how I feel,
I love no less
no matter how much has to heal.
I wander lonely roads,
flitting from love to love
and every one I meet,
I'll feel they are enough.
It's my curse to walk alone
except for brief moments in time
where I find the "perfect" woman
and painful happiness is mine.
my heart ran away.the sky is cold when i tell you that i don't have a heart.my heart ran away.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'of course you do,' you tell me. 'you have to.'
but i don't. and you spent so many minutes of that day trying to find my heartbeat, your warm fingers on my icy wrists, searching and searching for something you couldn't find.
and it hurts that even you couldn't prove me wrong.
i drew a chalk heart on my concrete drive way and pretended it replaced my missing one.
but it was lopsided and terrible. the rain ended up washing it away in the end, and i could only stand there in the rain and watch as my messy scribbles faded away.
i wrote my heart a letter, asking it if it missed me.
the reply said i'm sorry, but i just can't miss you. i just can't.
i hated that i understood why.
m. In the nightm.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we take turns dying,
take turns crying,
take turns lying.
It's all that we are and
who we strive to be.
Luckily for you and me,
we are free.
ScissorhandsI know if I touch himScissorhands11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's gonna hurt
I know if I hold him
It will only make it worse
If I pull him close, wrapped in my arms
I know that it will only bring me harm
He'll slice me through with his wounded eyes
Bleed me to death with his silent cries
Slit my throat with his pleading gaze
Scar me with his mournful ways
I can't get close, can't let him in
He'll cut me and I'll bleed within
It's happening all over again
I try, won't cry
As the knives go in
If I pull him close, it will bring me pain
But to push away simply brings the same
The hurt in his eyes when I turn away
Is a price that I'm unwilling to pay
The hurt so deep when I reject his plea
I don't mind the pain, as long as it's in me
So cut me deep, my dear, then sleep
For I will bleed, I'll do what I can
It's like loving Edward Scissorhands
I know if I love him
The blood will flow
I know if I trust him
My heart rate will slow
If I hold him tight, erase all his fears
I know it will scar me down through the years
He'll pierce my
asleep in parking lotschristian falls asleep in parking lots and hates the wayasleep in parking lots6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fireflies light up his face when the sun goes down.
christian is a paper moon that doesn't shine
christian is an unlit candle that just sits and collects dust.
i love you, shell say.
and hell reply, stopstopstop doing this to me.
tonight the bathwater is red.
Dr. Moses recommends...life is aDr. Moses recommends...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
film is a
thought is a
ghost is a
time is a
loss is a
my sweet, my songless.my sweet, my songless. my caged bird.my sweet, my songless.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
phaedra has strayed from the path of good sense.
i know a place in which there are no questions
no tongues to speak, no eyes to explore
and in its dark centre there is a puzzle that will not be reassembled.
there is a spiderweb stretching from east to west in which i lie
and knowledge paralysed.
i am the ugly duckling of truth
(read as: i have trouble expressing myself
things i know but cannot prove,
an endless spray of saltwater against the gaping holes in my soulmeetsflesh.)
in order to get an image, you must know sympathy
another way of listening
on the sea, the sea.
in order to listen, we must learn patience.
Dreami can only dream during the day. night dreams are the ones that the thing under my bed put into my mind. i can only dream during the day. because daydreams are so much more fun than nightdreams. nightdreams happen on their own; daydreams can happen to be whatever you think of. i can only dream during the day, because my nightdreams are always nightmares. i can only dream during the day....is there such a thing as daymares?Dream6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
she believed in vintage things like record players and volkswagon vans. she believed in peace and happiness and love and life. she believed in rainbows and fairytale castles. she believed in unicorns and jackalopes. she believed in song lyrics that could take her back to long forgotten memories. because if she didn't believe in those things, what could she believe in, if everything is a lie?
i run in circles in my head with these ideas. i can only write at night. i can only write when i'm kept up my mind. i should be sleeping. i am kept up because of the light at the
filling the yardsay something sassyfilling the yard6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plant a kiss
in my dirt
scratch the surface
I am still ducking beauty
in back alleys
there is something about precious
I just don't trust
hiding in the dark
from telephone light
see myself shattered
scattered & hen-pecked
by neglect and
Here Today, Gone TomorrowI blew bubbles around a cat one time. He never "caught" one, but every time the bubbles popped, he'd scream and cry and rub against my legs until I blew more bubbles for him to stare at and never catch. Occasionally he'd sniff the ground, looking for bubbles that once were, but are no longer.Here Today, Gone Tomorrow6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Cats don't understand the concept of "here today, gone tomorrow"... this cat thought that if he loved me enough, then he would get more bubbles. He thought that if he loved me enough, he'd finally catch one.
But then... don't humans think that way too?
Imagine life in Shenmue 2...Imagine life in Shenmue 2...6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you were stuck, living in the virtual world of Shenmue 2? I don't mean the story of Ryo I mean more like Neo stuck in the Matrix. The whole world around you is fake but you're real and living in it!
Can you just imagine though, stuck doing the same boring routines over and over, day in day out, until you go crazy! Working at the temple airing books every morning, having an 11pm curfew, every single person around you is a mindless robot, doing their daily routine without even questioning why? Your all the while sick of life and trying to get out!
It must get really lonely and frustrating, feeling like your alone, trapped inside this virtual world, like your the last living man on earth and everyone else is just mindless dust in the wind...
You begin to wonder, whats the point in following the rules? What can I accomplish by this, you want to outburst your aggression to see if you can spark a change in the system of rules, you begin to te
Hospital Collection: TabletsBrooke doesnt wantHospital Collection: Tablets6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
to take her pills.
I take two;
blue round tablets
like tiny rings
to help me sleep.
why oh Wyominga bright whitewhy oh Wyoming7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the snowblind
of god's former
and he whispered
of slow death
of the fading
of a self
in the murmurs
at the dawn
at the taste
the hollow shape
the bullet makes
a kind concession
this shedding skin
every holy wound
scrapes to make
in all this
we have made