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
all alone but never left alonenobody knowsall alone but never left alone5 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
DriftwoodDriftwood4 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.
Punctuating Poetry Part OneSome people believe poetry shouldn't be punctuated and others are still taught to put a comma after every new line. So where is the balance? What does one - especially one new or growing in poetry - do? Well, that's simple: a poet must punctuate with purpose!Punctuating Poetry Part One7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In order to punctuate with purpose, however, a poet must understand two things: what she wants to achieve with the poem and what a piece of punctuation can achieve in a poem. This means a poet must understand more than the common rules of punctuation; she must know the effect that certain punctuation points can have on a reader or in a text.
This overview tackles punctuation in poetry from a practical standpoint, but it's important to note that while there are "rules" for punctuation, and while there are even some "rules" for poetry, there are no set-in-stone conventional rules for punctuation in poetry. There are schools of thought, and linguistic philosophy runs amuck, but there is nothing definit
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
Through MeThrough Me5 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...
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.
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
Slippingthere's a difference betweenSlipping5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falling and letting go:
if only gravity gave us time to choose.
Circumstances - Chapter 1Circumstances - Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Barcelona?" Doctor smiled widely.
TARDIS was purring quietly while her owner was impressing himself. Yeah, exactly - himself. If she only could tell him how bad he looked these days.
Unfortunately TARDIS couldn't speak. Disappointing was the fact that Doctor never thought about giving his spaceship a voice. It's very own voice. TARDIS could feel but she couldn't speak her thoughts... More or less. After some years she figured out other ways to communicate. Very effectively.
Doctor stopped for a moment, looking at the door. He wished Rose was there entering the ship. He could clearly imagine her walking towards him with a bright smile. Time Lord snapped his fingers giggling quietly. Closing the door just in front of Jackie's face was just too funny to resist. But there was no Jackie. No Mickey. He missed them. He could remember all of them: Rose, Martha and even Donna, whose yelling didn't seem so irksome right no
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.
VII. Without daring to say a word.VII. Without daring to say a word.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without daring to say a word.
There are fragile words
Which form outlines
Of a vulnerable life.
In the autumn colors
Disturbed by the noise
Of the rain on windows.
At the end of the day, the somber
Reality becomes a burden.
This woman is invaded by anxiety
Her tired spirit, on the alarming
Silence of the language, is slowly
Dying on this kiss of the other one.
He, who believes with his smile
To understand everything
by watching at her crying.
He, with his stupid words, he hammers
The commonness with his unsightly facies,
His absent glance in front of her who doubts
In the gust of feelings.
Quiet, he falls asleep,
she stares at him
Silently with sadness,
GlassGlass;Glass5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile, like life.
So easy to destroy,
so difficult to repair.
Winter Formal AffairIn a room of strangersWinter Formal Affair5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found her alone,
Standing in shadow,
Naked save for a cigarette.
She turned to me,
Eyes aglow with the ember,
And asked for a light.
I told her...
I told her that her flame was already lit,
That I was watching her burn out brightly.
In return she smiles coyly,
Beckoning me closer with a skeleton gaze.
Through my penguin attire I felt her flesh,
Through my mouth I felt her soul.
Like I a dream she was gone.
I opened my eyes and exhaled her smoke.
It wafted through the air
Before vanishing like a thought,
And all that remained
In the place where she once stood
Was a spark.
Skin of Saltiest TasteIn the blink of an eye,Skin of Saltiest Taste5 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.
In Other Words, Screw You.Loving youIn Other Words, Screw You.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a paper cup,
with a rubber
No matter how hard I try, it just doesn't work...
Rumination of NighttodayRumination of Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dog froze to death
on the street in front of my house
in the ice and winter snow
as life left it behind
it pissed itself
a drowning pool of urine melting the earth
revealing the blacktop around the mutt
as the steam rose
i looked into the eyes of the beast
and i couldnt tell if it was in heaven
PerfectYou,Perfect6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have missed
What you do,
I will remain,
Is time learned,
And each day for you,
I have yearned
I have missed,
And you now,
I will kiss
Are your flaws,
And even they,
Seem to me, in draw
And every little thing,
Makes you even more so
jlp July 28, 2009
01.12.11I used to think that the world was a good place. I started watching the news, reading the paper, and surfing the web.01.12.115 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The world isn't a good place.
It's a horrible place with good bits sprinkled here and there.
The problem is: I've never bought a donut for the sprinkles.
Behind the MaskBehind the Mask4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkness a subtle dawn can be seen.
Seeking to bring light,
into this world that is unclean.
The world will begin anew.
Just as he had planned it to.
What a new truthful world this will be...
The world he wished to see.
With his underlings not having a clue,
that something bigger will ensue.
He hides so easily among them.
Behind his mask,
there is a hidden task.
He watches them hunt after the ones they need.
They brush him off paying him no heed.
He so good, that hes' misunderstood.
Strongest of his clan,
this odd uncanny man.
Leader once and leader still,
can make anyone do his will.
Looking in his eyes is something you will regret.
But don't worry he's not done hiding...No, not yet.
He will stay until the time is right.
When he needs to come out, when he needs to fight.
When the underlings can no longer be used.
But for now he is waiting...quite amused.
Who knew it would be so fun playing dumb,
he thought, toying with the ring that was placed on his thumb
He'll have to deal wi
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.
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!
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