Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeWeather Man4 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.9 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.
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
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.
I Have NeverI Have Never3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have never quite forgiven myself
I have never felt like I deserve better
I have never felt so depressed
And I guess I have never felt love
I have never had a smaller hope
I have never had so much faith
I have never cried so many times
And I guess I have never felt so lost
I have never ever been so thoughtful
I have never in my dreams grinded so wide
I have never lost my faith in you
But I guess, that's why it hurts
-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-5 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
Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 64 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
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 Gold5 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
Swan LakeSwan Lake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shimmers and sparkles
all the stars come out to play
wishes without end
Complete and Utter FoolMy actions are automatic and roboticComplete and Utter Fool4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
On the Outside
But I'm full of misery and despair
On the Inside
Everyone would rather have
What's on the Outside
Because what you see
On the Inside
Is a complete and utter fool.
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
-Girl-FriendThis love,-Girl-Friend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Writing about it,
It feels so right,
But what if it isn't?
What if we are wrong?
Friends for a while,
Feelings always there,
Why does it feel,
like love is here now?
I fear for our friendship,
I fear for us both,
What if this isn't
What we want for our lives?
HistoryHistory, becomes legend,History4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Legend becomes myth,
It's only then you truly see,
All is over with,
The world is but a shell,
Of its former self,
The shameless hollows of humanity,
In sickness and in health,
Healthy are they,
Who control the urges within?
In sickness are those who,
Await the bloodshed to begin,
Humanity has grown,
Come think of it humanity,
Is no longer applicable,
The ill weed out the healthy,
With the axe and rusty blades,
All who survive the onslaught?
Are condemned as worthless slaves,
And such as times passes,
Generation by generation,
Falling short of all else,
A perishing nation,
An apocalyptic age,
That which soon shall pass,
Where minds are somewhat fragile,
From increased tapping on the glass,
How long until it shatters,
All that was, and is,
The ice on which it stands on,
Is growing ever thin,
Hence is the creed of the passage of time,
Rolling, rolling, on and on,
Till the time comes,
And all is gone,
Then it'll be history,
A legend and a myt
A New Beginning: Ch. 4The sun over the Pride Lands was hot. Even beneath a cool layer of golden brown fur, Christopher was sweating. Yes, you read that right, fur. Some world altered one's appearance. This, the Pride Lands, was one of them. Apparently though, no one had told Riku this. He was not happy.A New Beginning: Ch. 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What the hell is this?!" Riku growled, looking over his now feline body. The long silver fur made him look more like a giant Persian cat than a young lion. "I did NOT sign up for this, I don't even like cats!!"
"Calm down, Riku. It's not that bad. We probably won't be here long anyway." Katie said calmly, brushing the one long, wavy sweep of hair from her eyes. Riku couldn't help but stare. She look quite dashing as a lion. He even had the urge to jump on her then and there, but he decided that wouldn't be fair to Christopher and Kairi.
"Alright guys," Kairi chimed, fluttering above Chris. She was the only one who hadn't been turned into a lion. Instead, she had been turned into a Bird of Paradise. "Accordi
A New Beginning: Ch. 3"Christopher! Please let me in and tell me what's wrong!" Kairi said for the fourth time, banging on the door to Christopher's house. The young Keyblade wielder just sat on his bed, staring at the floor. After last night, it would be a miracle it he ever came out of his room again. That was twice that he had lost a girlfriend to Nobodies. The difference was that Savone could defend herself. All the thought started filling his head again. Why did he leave her? Why didn't he tell HER to run? What was wrong with him? A soft click brought him back to the real world as Kairi walked in the room, putting her card back in her pocket. Christopher smiled a little, it never ceased to amaze him that nothing stopped her from helping her friends, not even a locked door. "Now, tell me what's wrong." she said, placing one hand on her hip.A New Beginning: Ch. 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Last night on the way here, Savone and I were attacked."
"Nobodies. Dusks to be exact. Hundreds of them."
"Nobodies? I thought with the Organization gon
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