Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeWeather Man3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Down like an air raid
The sky is grey like TV static
I raise two fingers like rabbit ears
And try to receive your signal
I can feel my fillings picking up AM radio
The weather carries an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
The weatherman is screaming.
His voice is hoarse, his breathing shallow.
There is a storm coming.
That lysergic acid rain may fall
And rend my flesh away
Hot and humid as a fever
And the hallucination with it
It is raining sideways now,
The weatherman doesn't tell the wind
Which way it's gonna blow
Distance exaggerated by the damp air,
I am an island today.
I kiss the emptiness where you should be,
But I taste only salt water.
When I told you you made me feel
Like New Orleans in two thousand and three,
I didn't always mean in a good way
A blown away way.
I feel the saline in all my open wounds.
Sharks are strolling down Bourbon Street,
Their dorsal fins indistinguishable from the shore break.
The bodies are floating to the
poetry.But i love youpoetry.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be there when i die
kiss me one final time
catch me when i fall and bleed
would you even wanna cry
while you watch me slowly die
watching as my blooddrips
rolling off my finger tips
drips onto the floor
more and more
hearing all my bloody cries
watch tears roll from my eyes
gasping for one final breath
pain swells up in my chest
spreading through my arms and legs
but i can still feel pain
i try to regret nothing
but that is so hard to do
when all i hear is
"but i love you"
No poetryNo poetry was written,No poetry9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
And secret loneliness
All her dreams and fantasies,
Would never come true now.
For she had forsaken them,
Without knowing how.
Remember how happy she was.
She doesn't even know.
The little girl she used to be,
Was forgotten long ago.
FishermenFishermen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
Ebony TwilightEbony TwilightEbony Twilight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing silver stars
Glittering crimson moon
all is dark
All is quiet
All is perfect
Alone in my own little world
No one here to stop me
No one here to save me
All around is dead
Save for me
Save for me
Even I will be no more
Even I will cease to exist
Death will reign over this lifeless body
Over this broken soul
Just as it has already claimed my reason for life
My motive for existance
It ceases to exist
Therefore I have no reason to toture myself further
No reason to carry on like this
I could end it all now
End this pain
End this strife
All from one blow
Of a shining silver knife
Fly My BirdFly My Bird3 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Fly my bird
Fly into the sky
And up and away
Don't let the Owl cut you down
You can fly higher and higher until you reach what we've been looking for
Don't let the squirrel gnaw at your heart
You're perfect the way you are, and doing the right thing
Let the Stingray and the Goldfish catch you if you fall into the water or even your tears.
Don't struggle or fight when something is willing to help you.
Let the bat and hawk fly with you, not as high, not as fast even.
Just let them be there.
The smoke and smog
The pollution and hate
The none-believers will always be there
Fly higher and higher
Above it all
Above the squirrel's beliefs
Out of sight of the Owl's screech and talons
Away from the sea and lake waiting to help you if you fall
But you won't
I promise you won't
Look at MeLook me in the eyes and tell me that you love meLook at Me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That your love for me is special
Look at me and say that it's different
Tell me that our love will stay
That it will never go away
Tell me now
Is liking you really okay?
When I'm away from you I feel like it's wrong to love you,
but when I'm with you it's all okay
Okay that I love you
That I'm thinking this way of you
Tell me that it's okay
Serving the peopledearsenatorServing the people5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
one shot was all it took for me, a trained sniper, to shoot Senator Garvin. One shot, clean through his skull. I promised him it would be quick and painless.
Broken DreamsBroken dreamsBroken Dreams3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and shattered skies
Torrent of fears
and painful lies
The world goes dark
and love is lost
Is all their happiness
Really worth the cost?
Innate BeautyYou don't need make-up.Innate Beauty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your face is already perfect.
You don't need jewelry.
You're more valuable than any diamond.
You don't need to feign beauty.
You're naturally beautiful.
Hourglass You're the one I can't bring myself to trustHourglass4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The one, they say, you meet by fate
And all you will ever do is lust
The person that I truly hate
More than I can stand
RingingThis deafening silence leaves a ringing in my earRinging4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Makes me wish for the luster of sound, to fill the air
The divinity of music that makes my heart sing,
But no longer will that blissful song be heard
This empty reality is all that remains
And all I hear is ringing, ringing, ringing.
The music had taken me away from here
This place in which dreams fade away
It's a dark and cruel place
A place that knows no shame
A place where all I hear is ringing, ringing, ringing
The music had created a world for me
A world where sound became colors and feelings
That indescribable place is lost to me forever
In its place the terrible ringing, ringing, ringing
I pleaded with the music to take away the ringing,
But the music could no longer hear me
All that was left was the ringing, ringing, ringing
The music had forgotten me and I no longer remember the music
For all I could hear was the ringing, ringing, ringing
In the life of a colorless, lifeless place where the music didn't play
Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few weeks seem to slow to crawl. Severus soon found himself both dreading, and eagerly anticipating Thursday afternoons and the first year students that would stare silently up at him for two hours.
The Potter boy caused him particular distress. He absolutely hated looking into those green eyes, but nothing gave him more pleasure than to torment the son and spitting image of his childhood enemy.
His only respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him, he found in his sixth year students. Particularly a bright, Slytherin girl named Ingrid Eastchurch.
She was a relatively thin girl with icy blue eyes, and short, white hair. Because she was a Slytherin, Snape was already predisposed to prefer her to his other N.E.W.T. students, but she really did possess an incredible talent for potion-making a talent that he hadn't seen since his own days at school.
As it was Halloween, classes had been released early, and most of the school was preparing to
What am I?What am I?5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The last thing i remember before the world turned black was screaming. It was all around me, some human some...some I'm not quite sure what they were. My mind feels empty. Scraps of events and faces float around, I can't focus on any of them.
I open my eyes and all I can see is darkness, when I reach out I dont feel. There's a clang of metal and my hands wont move any further but I keep pushing and the metal gives way and light flickers through. Beyond the metal tomb there's a cramped corridor. Bullet holes and scorch marks cover the walls along with long streaks of what looks like blood. Upon closer inspection the "walls" are arent walls, they're machines. I cant tell their purpose by looking at them but something isnt right about these machines. Parts of them look...organic. Wired into the wall is a heart, a human heart and further along there's a torso but it isn't human. I should feel something, I just don't remember what.
Turning away from the strange scene I move down the corrido
-Red Myriad-Taking long sips from a glass of misfortune, you tint your hair in shades of red, myriads of colors, from sun-streaked suicide to the blood of the Brandywine orchids blooming in your cheeks. Harlequin red has always suited you best, for a life as temporary as yours must have been riddled with color screaming for attention on your stages higher than the world. I give your eyes the life of carmine, the blistering attention you so deserve they take the shape of frailty, and if ever there was an honest love for you in life, I feel it would have changed those eyes more than I ever could've done.-Red Myriad-4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We stand with painted faces, arms stretched out, caught up in the delusion that we are high above the life we ever knew; we take a bow and dance, pulled strings stretched tight at the command of that misfortune which we revel in unfortunate slaves to the drug of misery. A smile for the crowd, entertain them with façades until the sourness of orange and the bitterness of
-Letter to an Unknown Love-Someday I'll be born into this world, I know. I have hope that I will live, that I will not be forever in this dark room, but find the strength to pry away the suffocation from my being. When will that be? I'd like to tell you that I would have loved you, had I ever known you. I wonder, now, is it better to forget? Tell me how I am, please I cannot feel my own self; I cannot judge my own emotions. Do you feel my life? I wonder if I feel the way others do. So, so alive, we feel... and someday I can feel it to. I don't want to forget anymore, no matter how much I will regret never having known you, never having had the chance to love you.-Letter to an Unknown Love-4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But when I live, I promise you... I will notice you, standing there beside me, like you have been all this time. I will love you - I do love you. Give me your hand, so I can breathe again with you, being led down these corridors of familiar, strange new places, places that make me think of you. You painted them your color - all the shades of autum
Jongkey fic:WIC2UICCMSJongkey fic:WIC2UICCMS4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When It Comes To You I Can't Control Myself.
Pairing: Jong key, and hints of 2min.
"And so he practically fell in front of all the guests"
"Ah-haha", laughed Key, his famous laugh, and out of habit leaned on Jonghyun's shoulder and laughed some more. Jonghyun turned to the other members, who in turn blankly stared at him as if saying 'It's not funny anymore', except Taemin, Taemin as well as his hyungs, was sitting next to Minho in the waiting room backstage and all he did was smile back at Jonghyun. Jonghyun turned again and faced his best friend, or shall I say crush? Since he recently started developing feelings for him. Key had already recovered from his laugh and had his back turned to Jonghyun, he was watching the performance on TV, it broadcasted what was happening on stage.
Different thoughts crossed Jonghyun's mind he couldn't clear his mind and without any further explanation he hugged Key from behind, this wasn't something unusual for Jonghyun to do, so Key didn't give it mu
GarbageGarbage4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you smiled
It was like my world was enveloped in cheerful sunlight.
When I smelled your perfume
It was like I was suddenly surrounded by the sweetest flowers.
And when I looked deep into your eyes
It was like I was swimming in an ocean filled with warm colored fish.
And what did you see in me?
All you saw was a love starved dog,
Who woulndn't mind if you dragged it by it's leash.
Day after day you ripped into me
Doing everything in your power to tear me down
and make me completely yours.
Slowly I allowed your world to become mine
And i lost bits and pieces of myself along the way.
Until the day of great revelation.
The day when I finally woke
And saw you in a new light.
My world grew dark
And when I looked into your eyes,
I felt like I was drowning.
The spell you had cast on me was broken
And for the first time I felt great,
A feeling you had tried to supress.
At long last I could look into the mirrior
And not see the loser you had made me.
I could see a
Learning how to Hear Dark GoldHow many times have I felt this demonic rage pushing up through my skin, puncturing the shell that is my body, wasting away? How many times have I turned away from you? The memories of you taste bitter on my tongue; I hold them in my hands, threads of sick colors that soak through my fingers, staining them with you. I have no more life to breathe, falling in and out of sick nightmares that I live and blatant realities that I push away, all under the surface of my mind. Block it all out, just block out the feeling of you in all of this. You penetrate the skin, going deeper, breaking bones and sickening my body, ravaging the mind.Learning how to Hear Dark Gold4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I hear your color screaming in my ears, I tell myself that I don't miss you, but we know that I've never been a good liar. Pull away from the things we used to know, pull away from my skin and erase the colors you stained me with. We deny that we're screaming on the inside, build a shell of apathy on the outside to protect us from ourselves we ran from o