bubblesI keep the bubbles that we blow,bubbles2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
glowing crystal spheres of love;
caressed so close within my heart,
warmly bound as a mother's hold.
Iridescence so sublime,
safe from the harshest waves of sea,
which wash away the deepest prints,
pressed deep in the sands of time.
My love a solid ocean froth;
where bubbles pop but never leave,
the air within them close to me,
a breeze of our memories.
radianceWhen the middle hand on your ivory white 1940's clock reaches it's latest hour, I know our eyes will be opened to everything beautiful this world holds dear. It's only at night where we can really see how this earth seems to be peaceful. The colours lose their brightness and nothing stands out but the lights, and us. We fall back to the earth and the stars shine with radiance. I'd like to think we can be that some day...radiance.radiance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the sound of your voice.
HugsSometimes a hug says it all:Hugs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm here for you.
I love you.
It's going to be okay.
Go ahead and cry.
I want to be with you.
Thy Precious MoonShards of diamonds rainThy Precious Moon3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Slice the skin
Shattering onto slick ugly streets
Where ugly people do ugly things
For more ugly people
A world of flower doodles and swings
With a mind drugged to hide lonely oppression
Sucked into ugly blindness
That only numbs the mind
But not the windows
Never the windows
Never the clear way from the world into the mind
When the windows are blind
When the windows are blind
The heart bolted
The mind is numb
The soul is suffocated
There is no world
No flowers of light
No emerald grounds
No sapphire paths
The way the world shall fall"A tic for a tac and a part for us all,The way the world shall fall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the ways the world shall fall."
Parts are cast, parts are given,
Parts are asked for and parts are inherited,
But the ones that tie, the ones that bind,
Are the ones we allow ourselves to take.
This world is filled with what can and what cannot,
With that of which you dream, and that of which you forget,
But go farther down the rabbit hole Alice,
And you'll find what's truly real isn't quite what you think.
The train of thought has come and gone,
Picking up and dropping off those who know and those that don't,
Yet it's always the ones who show the potential to go beyond the norm,
There Is No SupermanThere is no one who can save me.There Is No Superman3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not one person.
Not my friends nor my family.
Not even Superman.
He can't save me from the horrors I have seen.
He can only guess how deep my pain and sorrow is.
He can't wipe away my tears.
He can't be my hero.
Sometimes the Joker likes to cut at me.
The Green Lantern loves to burn my skin.
Venom loves to intoxicate me with substances.
Lex Luther likes to eat away at my mind.
No one understands me.
Long sleeves and alcohol are my only saviors.
I'm all alone in this world.
Today Superman won't be able to save me.
To Write Love On Her ArmsHe holds her in his arms, trying to sooth her.To Write Love On Her Arms3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She continues to sob uncontrollably, unable to stop.
"You don't have to be alone anymore," he says.
He grasps her wrist and pulls her arm out, self given cuts and scars visible.
"You don't have to suffer by yourself."
He pulls out a marker and she looks at his face.
"You can stop the cutting, drugs, and drinking."
She doesn't look away as he writes something carefully on her arm.
"Because I'll always be here; I'll always hold you close."
She's still crying, but a warm feeling grows in her heart.
"I'll always love you, and you'll never be alone," he adds softly.
He finishes what he's wr
Secret death by a loverI sat in my bedroom, music blaring, hands preoccupied with a pen and paper. Inspiration was something that settled in the pits of my heart by the day. But I never planned. If you left me alone I'd suffer in the demons I'd pinned in my mind so long ago. Forgetting is not something I like to do.Secret death by a lover3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My current time was two hours. Two hours of emotional stress, and captivating visions of later. I didn't want to worry about later, not today, not tomorrow, and not any time. My heart beat against the images. These were the ones I couldn't handle.
In order they all came. Flashes of crimson blood and tears streaked down my mother face.
Just A Fallen AngelI should have knownJust A Fallen Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your wings were sewn
The stitches exposed
Now I know it was a lie.
Something to cover your poison
And mask the smell of death
You want to be an angel
So badly you'd do anything.
But wings aren't granted
To monsters like yourself.
You lure young girls and boys
And sink in your fangs.
Drawing out pure innocence.
You leave them haunted with,
Thoughts of you, dark dreams.
You've fallen from grace
And your dragging others down.
what's going onMy dad didn't die.what's going on2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mom's not in the hospital.
Nothing bad happened to me...
Then why do I keep feeling like this?
Like a piece of useless paper?
It's really nothing personal,
It's actually something more complex.
It's just that I hate myself
from the bottom of my heart.
Love on her armsShe was sitting aloneLove on her arms3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Alone in the corner
She seem to be notice by none
Maybe she was a foreigner
I stared at the girl
Wondering what to do
Maybe I can take her to Swirls
Or Maybe she wanted someone to call her "my boo"
She sat there with her face down
Her hair was all over her face
Still I can see her frown
Her tears all over the place
I couldn't take it anymore
I started crying
Is this what I'm here for?
Maybe I can help by trying?
I went to get something
I didn't want to see anymore
I just wanted to help or do anything
My heart was so sore
I came back and grabbed her wrist
She looked at me with eyes wide
It was someth
Depression...Depression...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a Lovely word, isn't it?
Makes you do "Odd" things,
Makes you laugh at things that are miserable,
Makes you wonder how much blood can flow from a "Small" Cut,
Makes you fall in Love with things you know you should Resist,
Makes you think everybody Hates you,
Makes you do things that causes everybody to Hate you.
Makes you find an interesting fascination with death,
Depression is when you wish they would all just die
When you wish you would just die
Depression makes you think every one is nothing but mere dolls,
And they all hate you
But you don't care
You're the one with t
How To Write Love On Her ArmsShe walks right by,How To Write Love On Her Arms5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hiding her face,
the beauty and complexity,
her pained gorgeousness,
built by constant crys.
she never knew why,
no matter how hard she tried.
She found an outlet,
underneath her skin,
the repeatative slicing of a knife,
aroused the calm from within.
She would learn to control,
but the feelings would come back,
of despair, torture,
and lots of doubt.
She needed help,
she reached out and tried,
many failed or walked away with a sigh.
But the help she needed she never got,
until a foriegn word was created and taught.
So here is the girl whose world could be turned arou
To Write Love on Her ArmsTo Write Love on Her Arms4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You find her there,
She's all alone...
Her love, her hope,
Her trust is torn...
Pick her up,
Hold her close...
Scare away her
Now lay her down,
Let her sleep...
A single tear,
Runs down her cheek...
Rid the scars,
Along her wrists...
Trace the lines,
Brush a kiss...
She wants a love,
A safe place to hide...
Take her hand,
Be her guide...
Teach her how,
To smile and laugh...
Steer her from
That beaten path...
She'll soon come out
Of her shell...
From her personal hell.
Self InjurySelf Injury8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pain that you feel,
Pain that feels so real.
This is your only,
Single way to deal.
Warm crimson liquid,
Leaking from your skin
Riding your body of your pain,
All your shame, and all your sin.
You know it's wrong,
But when it feels so right,
You just give up
And stop your fight.
In silence you scream,
Your struggles unknown,
Your pain goes unseen,
You suffer alone.
depressiondepression sits on the bench alone, staring off into the rain. she wears her worn blue jeans and sweat shirt- not caring about what anyone thinks. she'll listen to her iPod on full volume to drown out the guilt inside. depression is the one you see at lunch; laughing too hard, smiling too much, and eating too little- it's all a show. she hides beneath her mask and hopes no one will see what she truly is. depression says, "no, there's nothing wrong- i'm fine," when she's dying inside. she'll do whatever it takes to keep you from knowing the truth, even though she's hurting. depression finds no reason to live; and she thinks her world is comingdepression3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Los DhampirLos Dhampir1 year ago in Settings More Like This
La existencia del vampirismo tiene muchos mitos y leyendas en diferentes culturas, pero su más extenso representante se encuentra en el folclor rumano. Donde las historias hablan de los deseos carnales de los vampiros y los hijos que nacen de sus relaciones con mortales, los dámper una especie hibrido producido entre un vampiro y un humana. Son engendrados por una madre humana tras un contacto sexual con un padre vampiro, según la mitología no puede darse el caso contrario porqué para traer vida se necesita estar vivo, en otras palabras las vampiresas son estériles. Por ello los dhampir heredan vario
Spotkanie piateSpotkanie piate1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mija dopiero trzeci dzień odkąd chodzę do tej szkoły, która momentami przypomina istny survival. Sprawa pierwsza, tak jak powiedział Thomas mam spokój od fanatyczek Lucas'a. Sprawa druga, czyli to co SU ma zamiar przygotować, a mianowicie, festiwal. Są przedstawienia, koncerty i te inne duperele co na tego typu wydarzeniach są. Przynajmniej tak było w poprzednich latach, kiedy SU było jeszcze kompetentne,a nie jak teraz... Ehh... No cóż, wkurzyłam się, w szczególności po tym jak przejrzałam to co SU ma zamiar zrobi
The Turning Part IThe Turning Part I1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was several days prior to the attack on Gilneas, that much I can remember
I had been making my way down one of the alleyways in the eastern most section of the city. Wearing the 'proper' attire of a Royal made the task much more difficult than it probably should have been. Heels clinked against the cobblestones as my corset kept me from being able to move in a quiet manner. Times like these made me question why I wanted to keep such a presence amongst the other Gilneans, especially with all of the killings within the city as of late. I had made it my job to complete my tasks as quickly as possible.
A few months prior, I had met a m
A Little Demon's Tale: Chap 10A Little Demon's Tale: Chap 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a stunned silence, broken only by Sireal's seething, erratic breathing. Pantera and Santa Teresa rushed forwards from behind Murciélago to defend him.
'Hey, get yer damn hands off!'
Murciélago outstretched his wings, barring them.
'Please do not interfere,' he instructed. 'Our people will not take it kindly, and it would only further inflame matters here.'
Reluctantly, the two friends backed down, and watched tensely.
Little Ulqui stared, safe in Tabby's arms, terrified by the rage that twisted Sireal's otherwise gentle features and coursed through the his veins and pulsed outwards in hi
Revelation:LosingTheGerardBoyRevelation:LosingTheGerardBoy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Here we shall rewind quite some way back. Back to some time before I was cut from all of this. Back to when my actions changed the shape of what has happened here. A child went missing, leaving his mother to despair. But this had to be done for all to be resolved. For had I not been there we would have been told a different story.
Long ago, way back... to a time nearly three years ago from when our most recent scenes are set. Although, the setting is familiar. ]
Down in the inner-city area of Animo, quite an old area; the streets are lined with early 20th-century terraces. It's quite dark, even in daytime. A boy aged around 13 or 14 skips