A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
all alone but never left alonenobody knowsall alone but never left alone4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
when my door is closed
I can still feel there stares
as I lose my facade of sanity
as my body drops to the ground
the voices strip away my humanity
there whispering the only sound
one voice speaks only sorrow
one is for venting hatred
one wont stop screaming till tomorrow
and the last keeps me sedated
I cant help but wonder
witch one am I
as they tare my mind asunder
I wonder if i'll ever bid them goodbye
I Used To...I used to love you so much, I used to wake up in the morning and asked myself, "Is he alright?".I Used To...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I used to care so much about you, I still do, but not in the same way... little by little you started to destroy my feelings towards you, with your atitude, your cheating, your disgrace towards me. You used to be someone alike God for me... how wrong I was...
I used to write love letters for you every morning, and every night, I used to pray for you to answer the phone... and when I saw you every morning my heart beating was so fast I thught I was having a heart attack... but little by little, the pain started to grow, I didn't even knew if our relationship was real or not, I... I used to cry every single night because of your lack of love towards me, I used to cry when I started to see the very really proof of your cheating... But I didn't want to admit it... not even for a bit, I loved you so much... "This is just a dream..." or "There's an explanation for this..." Those sort of things i
AutumnAutumn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaves crunching underneath my sneakers as I walk along the paths of the town. I glance to my left, watching the cars fly by, cool air flying up all around me, I can feel it in my bones, the sweetness of Autumn's air seeping in.
My pace gets slower and I come to a stop, a song playing in my ears, I look up to the sky, the sun starting to set, everything clear and crisp, I see nothing but Blue, never-ending Blue. Higher and higher, deeper and deeper, I am engulfed in colour.
I come back to my thoughts and continue to walk, with my hands in my pockets, I keep snuggled in my over-sized, worn, sweatshirt. I close my eyes and start to hum, breathing in the air, a cool chill filling my lungs, I let a smile play about my lips as think of the nights to come, and spending the evenings with the one I truly wish to be with.
Stopped at a crosswalk, I look to the Sun, it's starting to set on this peaceful afternoon. It smiles and waves, telling us that the day is done, for the Night is to come.
Life in SpiteLife is a promise to be broken,Life in Spite4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death is a privilege left unspoken.
AirbrushedAirbrushed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Airbrushed and suited up beyond repair
Too white washed for the naked eye
With perfect posture you sit on a man made throne
and look up to a man made man
to learn a man made view
of a man made world
Faith without action
Action without love
I walk in with what seems as rags to you
and you stick your nose up
I am not that depth-less and closed
to shove out the world because they do not walk in my clothes
I would rather join in the desert march of those who seek a real land
Then dwell in an oasis of plastic people who will die where they stand
There is so much more to seek
That is real
That is God
But it is suppressed by a sea of men who are too outwardly pious and inwardly dim
to believe that this faith can be anything more than dead-weight, stinking and boring religion
Through MeThrough Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyday I'm happy, I smile, I even laugh
But I know whats inside is taking its last breathe
I try and try to fight back but I can't help
No one sees the pain in my eyes
They see my crystal-clear blue eyes that say nothing
I look around to find nothing not even myself
I, myself, is nothing anymore it has vanished
Vanished where only spirits see what I lost
I close my doors so many times to my room
The feeling of shutting it, is relieving
Almost as if I have a secret hidden in here
I wish not to share with anyone
For it would ruin my last piece of hope
The last piece I've been holding onto
feels pointless to hold on longer
I have yelling coming from all directions
I close my eyes for a moment
I imagine me somewhere free
Free of everything I never had...
Fire and IceYou are Ice. You are clear, beautiful and you shine in the sun. I know what to expect from you because I can see through you to the bottom. You hold me from the dangerous water beneath. But I worry that if I lean on you, you'll break and let me fall.Fire and Ice5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is Fire. He brings light to the darkness. He is unpredictable and if I get too close he burns me. But his warmth embraces me, comforts me; as long as I stay a reasonable distance away. One day I hope I will be able to face the heat straight-on and walk into the heart of his burning flame.
You had your icy fingers wrapped so tightly around my heart, I felt as though it would never beat again for anyone but you. But yet somehow, his flame licked along the edges, slowly melting you off until all that was left was a freezing, wet, puddle. Now my heart is aflame with a fire glowing to hot for my skin. It's like a great power has taken over it, guarding it, keeping it safe. I fear that if I pull away from his protective fire
MutteringsPst. Hey you.Mutterings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bet you're trying to sleep.
I bet you're just laying there.
Flipping through the channels or staring at the ceiling.
You'll try counting sheep. Counting numbers.
But then... I ruin your slumber.
I snicker and sneer as you try to rest your little mind.
Put it all at ease. Yeah. That would be nice wouldn't it?
But, there's no way in heaven or hell I will let that happen.
What's the matter with a little self-conflict?
I don't see anything wrong with it.
Unless, your a complete loon and believe I am the devil.
Sneaking into your mind at night to play petty little games
with your mind.
GlassGlass;Glass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile, like life.
So easy to destroy,
so difficult to repair.
Birds Beside Your Gravethe birds beside your graveBirds Beside Your Grave4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lie in wait
gathered by mutual tragedy
and silence's elusive air
as it is nearly unbreathable
its potency is diluted
by cracking leaves
fallen and formed
merely for the cutting
of bare feet
yet no match for sharper talons
and quiet beaks
feathers glisten with moisture
of the forgotten rain
a night of forlorn eyes
staring into cold lakes
placid with captured heaven
in small doses
yet only to greater ecstasy
watching ever so closely
to a sight often unseen
the reemergence of ghosts
a chorus of souls
joined in mournful song
the tune ethereal
and only slightly bruised
within the fog
the birds beside your grave
carrying with them
another who will
never again walk
upon hallowed ground
Skin of Saltiest TasteIn the blink of an eye,Skin of Saltiest Taste4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we all start to die;
wilting like a black rose tossed in the saltiest sea.
a bird will caw,
mourning it all,
while we all start to drown in an airplane's wreckage buried in the sea.
Don't you forget me,
and all these things that I've done.
They've not all been pretty,
but I don't regret a single one.
Shades ChangingIn the light of the fire,Shades Changing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to see your eyes reflecting,
pale embers in the cold night.
We listen to the waters lap at the shore,
tearing it down,
the perfect metaphor for you and I.
Remember when we slept here?
We would watch the ships come
in the cold grey of the morning;
waiting for the sky to ignite.
Waiting for the world to die.
you exist in my memory,
and in the arms of your beau.
You lay somewhere far from here,
too far for me to let go.
As the shades of grey blossomed
into vibrant worlds of red and orange
I whispered to you that you were my only one,
and I meant it,
every time I meant it.
It's only you,
or it was...
Times change as people surely change,
and emotions run as dry as desert rivers.
I'm tired of fighting the shadows at night,
screaming at them to stop haunting me.
They almost make me feel as old as I felt when I was young,
young and in love with you.
Here I go,
tossing this note into the ocean,
hoping the sea or the sky will swallow it,
and with it go
Carlisle's betCarlisle and Aro get together and decide to have a bet like Peter Facinelli did. In a YouTube video:Carlisle's bet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carlisle: Hey, Everyone! It's Carlisle. Ah...Aro Volturi and I are going to have a bet like Peter Facinelli did. Ah....If this deviation can't get 50 favorites in three weeks, that's by July 16th, I will be ductaped to a wall for three hours, and we're debating over whether I'll dye my hair pink....*mouths please don't let him!*
Aro: And if I lose, which I won't, of course,
Aro: I will do the same thing Robert DeFranco did, only I will be getting a brazillian wax, and will actually be singing, and I'll be singing "Just Dance" and "Poker Face" By Lady GaGa.
Carlisle: Please help me!!! I need your help!!
Aro: Shall we do our big ending?
Carlisle: Why, of course
.Carlisle and Aro: *Singing* CAN'T READ MY, CAN'T READ MY, NO HE CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE!
Aro: She's got to love nobody!
Carlisle and Aro: CAN'T READ MY ,CAN'T READ MY, NO HE CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE!
PRO-CHOICE POEM.PRO CHOICE POEM.PRO-CHOICE POEM.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am 4 inches long and I have all my organs. I cannot think or love yet, but I enjoy sucking out your protein.
I am starting to take shape and I look like a dinosaur. I know I cannot really think, I am unconscious and has no feelings, but it is the fault of the pro-life writers Bean's parodying that really think these shitty poems will work. Just play along, k?
I am a boy! You can obviously tell since the ultrasound showed I have a HUGE cock! I'm gonna be a jigglo rapist mum! Just like my daddy!
Your mind has gone crazy, you have been to the psychiatrist. I can feel your heartbeat, it is irregular. I can hear your tears of fear, I wish I could do something.
I have heard you are going to have an abortion next week. I heard your disscussion and I know it was hard for you, but what is a life being a rape child?
I am in heaven now mommy,
Broken HeartI can feel itBroken Heart4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
-this malfunction of my heart.
It is the queerest of feelings.
The beat of one's heart is so basic, common and essential
-but generally goes by unnoticed.
Until it is gone.
(A similar feeling happens with air, and the lack of it, I suppose.)
The beating is powerful and the lack is psyche shattering.
I hate when it stops, of course,
the world stops too.
Well, for me anyway.
(Probably not for you.)
But I wait,
every cell, nerve ending and memory
acknowledging the fact
But, so far
it begins again.
This time anyway.
I can only hope-that
next time it is the same.
So, this should explain me a bit.
The way I grab life by the shoulders
and kiss her full on the mouth.
(This is why I dance, read Neruda, play piano, seduce with words, pursue a perfect day, sacrifice much for my children, continue attempting to capture the beauty of nature with my Nikon, and eat not one, but two, Dark Chocolate cupcakes with homemade Strawberry Frosting.)
01.10.11It seems like all my days are exactly the same, and my nights become the same nightmare. It's interesting, because nobody ever tells you these things. No one ever says that when you hit your mid-twenties, life sucks.01.10.114 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You're told all you're life things will be great by now.
The real lesson: don't trust people who tell you what your future will be.
Hamburgers With Rockin'Tea CH1Hamburgers With Rockin'Tea CH14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
BL warning, don't like, don't read!!
USUK, Punk!Arthur meets Alfred at the McDonald's where Alfred works together with his brother Matthew after a concert he gave. Arthur and his band are getting more and more famous. Arthur seems to be somewhat liked by Alfred, so he doesn't know how to react on that. Fail summary.
Hamburgers with Rockin' Tea
Arthur had to hurry. He had to eat something before even the very last fast food restaurant would close. He hated to go to the McDonald's. But he had no choice, since it was already 2am and he was dead tired after the concert. He had been playing at some pretty well-known pub this night, together with the rest of the band, and the audience seemed to love their music. They loved it so much they kept asking for more. So that's how they ended up playing twice as much then they usually did. So now he was running to grab some fast food before the McDonald's would close and he'd end up without food.
The Last TruthThe Last TruthThe Last Truth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Doug Gealy
The broken sky
Dies before me
Swollen fleshy clouds bleed out
Painting the ground with its red sorrow
There will be no more tomorrows
Our future has passed in the Universe's wind
As I write with fatality at heart
With ink from my very own veins
In one final finality
The last truth
Two honest words:
Recipe for Bad PoetryHow to Write Bad Poetry:Recipe for Bad Poetry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Start with: SCISSORS
Scissors are very good cutting your prose
into pieces (as well as fending off mobs of real poets).
It works better if you start with
some imagery, such as simile
Pulse of the NorthTreat the wind like an elixirPulse of the North3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe in the winter
Let your lungs turn to glaciers
Let your heart beat like December
Open your eyes
Learn to see the snow
Learn to be the cold
Lost your way?
Become the night
Become the ice
There is no earth anymore
Only you and your journey
Let the silence
Become the music
Turn your shadow
To a guide
Lithe and agile hunter
Read it and learn to be
Don't let a heartbeat give you away
Don't be blinded
Strangle your fear
And make it pride
Tame your inner harp strings
Speak only through your eyes
If killing weighs you down
You are but foolish prey
Feel the pulse
Of the north
Walk with the steps of a bird
And learn to survive
Please?Your eyes kind of sparkle.Please?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please stop looking at me.
I dont want to see them, like stars.
Your mouth is kind of cute.
Please stop talking.
I dont want to stare at it, because it's not mine.
Your heart is kind of open.
Please stop being so amazing.
I dont want to know how much i dont measure up.
Your arms are kind of strong.
Please stop being so brave.
I dont want to see you doing such a good job while im just a full time actress.
You're just kind of overall perfect.
Please dont ever change.
(I like you the way you are.)