EternityEternity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Don't go towards the light.'
It's amusing to consider how mankind always attempts a grasp at the unknown, pointlessly peddling their theories on one another in a endless struggle to understand what, simply put, cannot be understood. Perhaps we should consider that the mind is not yet capable of comprehending the concept of 'undefined,' just as it cannot truly grasp the idea of infinity or true nothingness
Regardless, the way we go about it, you would think there was a bright silver path waiting for us on the other side. That when our brush with death becomes more than a passing touch there must be some clear moment for us to decide 'to go, or not to go?'
But no and now, looking back, I don't fathom how I could ever have believed that.
I remember the feeling only too well, like being suspended in warm nothingness, held firm in all directions by a gentler force than gravity. By t
SuicideSUICIDESuicide5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life has become too much to bear
So now I take my last breath of air
You have hurt me far too often
So now I lay into my coffin
Everyday you cause me pain
Now I've finally gone insane
How to do it? How to do it?
Arsenic, cyanide, or maybe a bullet
The method chosen, I raise the gun
My suicide has now begun
Sweating fingers pull the trigger
My lust for death can get no bigger
A single gunshot heard all around
Now my lifeless body hits the ground
My head, the bullet has passed through
Now I've taken my life
And it's all because of you
love?i can sit here telling you what i feel;love?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not a million words can tell you;
i fall all over again;
feeling of happiness;
feeling the love;
having pain rush inside you;
the hurt blinding you;
the fear staying hidden;
it all rushes for that one true feeling;
the feeling of joy, and happiness;
its calling your name;
and saying i love you..
The WatchmakerThe Watchmaker4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thomas sat hunched over his worktable in the corner of the dark shop, tired green eyes peering alternatively through his mixed set of lenses and magnifying glasses. The slim silver tools in his thin fingers never once clinked together as he worked, turning over the dozens of tiny metal gears and springs laid out before him, checking each one studiously for the hundredth time that week.
He didn't know what he was looking for. He knew he'd find nothing. The pieces were perfect, crafted and meticulously cut from the finest metals. They gleamed in the light of the table's single candle, reflecting the shifting shadows that flicked across the room. He'd never seen anything like them in all his yearsmuch less held such things in his handsand Thomas' aged heart beat furiously as he gazed at them through the glass.
The Pale Gentleman hadn't been lying There was certainly something special about these parts
Elizabeth, the old watchmaker prayed silently, I hope
To.seek.a.voice. VII: SolitudeFor all sad wordsTo.seek.a.voice. VII: Solitude5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The saddest are those you hide
Beneath music when your voice dies.
A trembling shy memory of slumbering minds,
Living on what's have been past behind,
How to smell a rose that died?
To roses that walked along your side.
When the sense is rotten yet sublime.
Victim of Love I guess we knew this would happen,Victim of Love6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
somewhere deep down inside,
things I wish I'd never told you,
all the thoughts I had to hide.
It might have been inevitable,
something faded in your heart,
I never thought to fill the silence,
and we're drifting apart.
Another starry-eyed romantic,
forever lost in the the lonesome night,
the moon sings of her returning,
I won't go down without a fight.
I could tell you that I miss you,
SchizophreniaI have voices in my headSchizophrenia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And ironically they are all sane
They don't tell me what to do
What to say or when to do it
But they listen to me
And are the only ones who really will
Who really do understand what I'm going through
They understand my pain
My love, my joy,
Everything and anything
They say to me that even though
No-one else does, they love me..
Hi. I have voices in my head
And ironically they are all sane.
Xion's PoemThirteen chairsXion's Poem6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Black coats are worn
This is where Number XIV was born
Alone and silent
Things could be worse
Number XIII noticed her first
Salty yet sweet
First one she had
She realized they weren't all that bad
Warm summer sunsets
Three friends together
Xion knew it couldn't last forever
Not real at all
Look at his leer
XIV starts to realize her fear
Reprogrammed by I
Now on the clock tower
Xion uses all of XIII's power
A fall, defeat
Salt tears run
No more days underneath the sun
Roxas, not ready!
Fight Xemnas never.
Even though he'll forget forever
Dark storm clouds
We all know who Xion misses