Snow roseRed turns to white as the ashes fall.Snow rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They fall down like snow.
With doom they bring.
Say good bye to what was once ours.
They destroyed it all.
Lying in the battle field is a single rose.
Its red petals bloom as the ash turns it white.
Falling, falling they go.
The air freezes like winter.
People die as the war goes on.
Be prepared for it all.
As the rose turns white.
Don't let the ash find you.
To Death They CallTo the dead, they call me.To Death They Call3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To receive me.
To haunt me.
To torture me.
They come by to say "it'll be soon"
"Soon for what" I ask.
I fear my darkest hour is arriving.
To the death they call.
To them we mean nothing.
But some of them mean something.
The loved ones.
Or the hated ones.
To the death they call us.
They want us.
To haunt us.
To be us.
hello and good-byeHello my darling,hello and good-bye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you die last night.
Witnessed your last breath.
What was it like?
Did you see Deaths pale face?
I'll be seeing you soon.
Didn't I tell you I was sick?
Wait for me.
I'm sorry I watched you die.
It was beautiful to see that light go out.
Is there a gate?
I hope so,
The dark scares me, you remember don't you?
Good-Bye my darling.
I will be seeing you soon.
I believeSome call it strange, some call it odd.I believe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I call it, the feeling that the world forgot.
Pardon me, I still believe in what I feel.
I believe that everything I feel is real.
Some call it fake, some call it surreal.
I call it, the feeling that will heal.
Pardon me, I'm not saying it's magic, that's absurd.
I know it can leave you feeling left behind and hurt.
Some call it strange, some call it odd.
I call it, the word that explains too little but still a lot.
Pardon me, it won't be easy, it will be rough.
I still, and always will believe in it, love.
etcI want you to care!etc4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pay attention to me!
Notice my pain!
Leave me alone!
I hate your stupid words!
Your stupid smile!
Just leave me alone.
No, don't ignore me!
Like what I feel doesn't mean a thing.
Don't tell me how to live my life!
I need your approval!
Why should I care?
You don't care!
But look at all of the things you've done for me...
I'm the bad one!
I'm such a horrible, selfish cow!
I destroyed you!
But that doesn't mean I owe you!
It's your fault!
You made me feel like this!
You stopped me!
Now feel my pain!
No, don't feel bad.
I'm such a selfish cow.
Us"Have you ever thought about us?"Us4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Us as in what?"
"Us as in you and me. What other 'us' is there?"
"There's the us where you're my best friend. Or the us where I have no idea what you mean half the time. There's the us where I doubt if there even is an 'us'. Then there's the us where you drive me crazy. That one's my favorite. In that us, all I want to do is hold you in my arms, and kiss you until you can't think."
In a BottleI put all my memoriesIn a Bottle4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a bottle, you see?
And then I took that bottle
And I sailed it out to sea
Closed away inside
Are thoughts of you and me
In that bottle I sealed
All the fear that you caused me
In that bottle I sealed
All my pain and suffering
And now it all floats
On waves of blue and white
And now all of those memories
I no longer need to fight
Someday when the bottle sinks
Somebody will find
Everything I'm feeling
That I've left far behind
Poet's Ode to Love Lostand who can love with an ocean's depth,Poet's Ode to Love Lost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even the smallest and most monochrome thing
with the vocabulary like an artist's brush?
who loves with the greatness of the sea's black trench?
who understands passion, its spine serpentine
that fills every crevice, that creates gaping depth,
that burrows and breathes, like the poet?
who loves with the strength of being possessed by the alive?
of all, who knows the suffering of love lost?
the poet- whose hands are weak
and could not hold love's weightless paper
kissed by the wind and taken
who but the poet feels acutely love lost?
who but the poet feels the dichotomy of love?
who feels push and pull like the tide on the rocks?
of all who know the pain of having had and then lost
but the poet who feels it acutely
and has been possessed
and loves with the depth of the sea
the poet knows greatly the anguish of love lost
Death is LovelyOn a cold winters nightDeath is Lovely4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun does set
Not a cloud in the sky
The moon rotates, due west
And he notes with a sigh
That there, on the tracks, did he intend to take his life
But do not mistake
This sigh is not of discontent
It is, in fact, relief
As soon all will end
It is not that he was tortured
Nor was he in pain
So long has he been in a mood neutral
He can no longer recollect the experience of "feeling"
But this bothers him not
From his point of view this is better than well
It aids him in his quest
Brought on by insanity's quell
One might ask
Upon receiving this news
Why he wishes for all to end
Even seeks it out, as one would a...fallen friend
There is little explanation
Which I may offer to you
Yet there is one thing, of which I'll relate
But for later that is; for now back to him
He tries to recall
How he let life pass him by
Or how hope and pleasure had disappeared
Slowly washed away with the tide
Yesterday it seems
He was a small child, with wide eyes
She Is Dying.She kisses him in her dreams.She Is Dying.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
He tells her: friends is all they will ever be.
Even in the darkest of times.
In the saddest of moments.
She doesn't give up hope.
Delirious to the fact she can't change her fate.
Yearning for that simple kiss she gets in her dreams.
In her dreams, she is beautiful.
Not the monster she's believes she is.
Gone is the girl with the scars, here is the girl of beauty.
The dying girl.
He never knew it would end this way.
Even if he did, would he had faked his feelings?
Even if he knew it would end in tragedy, would he have saved her?
No one can know for sure, except that:
Dead is the girl of beauty, who was only a monster in her dreams.
sweet companionsweet companion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I grasp the fleeting fingers
in a desperate tenuous clasp
and press them quickly to my lips
SleeplessSomething is wrong here. The others haven't noticed it yet, but something is off. The stairs creaked oddly when we walked up to the second floor and all the doors were closed. They're never closed. My seat is facing the door, which stands wide open. The boys argue teasingly with the only other girl. The dog sits on my lap, he's stiff. Hesitant. He watches the door closely, so I do the same out of curiousity and fear.Sleepless4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A lethal combination. I can hear a faint rumbling but the others pay no attention to it, probably dont even hear it over their laughter. Its getting louder, louder. They still dont hear it. Its deafening, a gleam comes into focus and a car rumbles past the door. I don't understand. We're on the second floor of my grandmother's townhouse. This isn't possible.
Panicked I rush to run downstairs but its all gone dark. The wallpaper is peeling and a heavy dampness fills the air. I back up into the room I've just left and everything is fine. The others haven't noticed a thing. W
NightmaresThe latest wounds still sting. Ive managed to wrap them in shreds of an old shirt but its starting to seep through. My lips still sting from his teeth but its too late for that now. He's gone downstairs for something, some other instrument of pain Im sure. He told me to stay where I was, to be good, to stop being such a bitch. I should have listened.Nightmares4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as I couldn't hear his footsteps on the stairs anymore I braced myself against the dresser and pushed it over to the door. Sitting in front of it I can hear him now. Heavy footsteps on the steep stairway. The door knob is jiggling. He's angry, I know he's angry. This was a stupid idea. I should have just stayed where I was.
It wouldn't be as bad as its going to be now. Hes slamming his shoulder against the door, its splintering, pushing the dresser away. I try to push it back but hes stronger than me. I flee to the other side of the room, cower, waiting for the pain.
He's inside now. Splinters off wood are embedded in his arm, it j
Enough.Ya know what?Enough.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm tired of all this bullshit. You screwed me too many times before. I forgave, you time and time again.
No more. You've been running me around on your little leash, for too long.
People say you're the innocent one. You're the one who gets 'bullied' and 'made fun of' by me. But little do they know, that you constantly work my friends. Twisting facts. Turning them against me. And then you come and put on a little smile, like you're an angel.
I confined in you. Spilled my heart out. I thought I could trust you. What do you do? You betrayed me. Again. You told him everything I said to you. In confidence.
You kicked me out of my own group. The one that I started. Claiming that it was everyone elses idea, that you tried to stop them. But we both know you didn't. You shoved more lies down their throats. Because they trust you. Cause you're the neglected one. The poor one. The sick one. The one who doesn't have any more rela
SexFlesh is the new styleSex9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so bare some skin honey
wear it out
like all the trends
that cost so much money
this ones almost free
the only cost being
the rest of your dignity
so be a whore
forget your humility
A whore to fashion
and you sold yourself
Flesh is the new style
so bare some skin
wear it out honey
like all the the other trendy sins
that cost so much money
remember this ones almost free
the only cost being
whatever is left of your dignity
Ah honey show a little more
you sold yourself
your such a trendy whore
Mias and Elle - Chapter 23Only able to carry himself so far, as the strength and life was zapped from his body with every agonising step, Mias collapsed with a deafening thud against the great doors of his estate. Weak hands with fingers contorted in intense pain clutched haplessly at the knocker and handle before legs and will-power gave out and his limp body slid into a weakly trembling heap. He noted that there was an uncanny amount of loss considering not a single vital organ was hit; perhaps it was an artery, he did not really care. His insides felt as though they were aflame as blood pooled beneath the flesh, while limbs draped cold and near useless across the dark cobblestone path, warm by comparison to his quickly cooling flesh. He could hear his heart's struggling beats echoing deep within his ears, an agonising sound in the lonely silence.Mias and Elle - Chapter 232 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The loneliness was new – and certainly something that he could do without, considering how emotionally and physically draining it was; making it all so much more di
ItLet it,It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
send it away,
make it a rebel.
Make it a rebel,
follow its deeds,
listen its screams,
watch its silence,
accept its failure,
embrace its next victory.
And then, and then,
Weeping WillowWeeping WillowWeeping Willow4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weeping willow tree
Why do you cry?
Cause your branches hang
low and not way up high?
You look like you're lonely
My weeping willow tree.
If indeed you are
Then you're the same as me.
Never have I seen
Two willows in a yard.
Surviving life alone
I know this must be hard.
So when you're pushed around
By the winds and driving rain.
Just remember little willow tree
You and me, we're exactly the same.
15 years 1 month and 11 days15 years 1 month and 11 days15 years 1 month and 11 days4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've learned from my mistakes
I've had too many to count.
More than all the days in my life
Way above my age.
It starts with worry
Then comes possibility
Then the mistake
And finally, theirs regret.
I can say I'm sorry
You know, for the 5,516+ mistakes
But sorry only works if you mean it
And I'm not sure I can.
For everything I've done.
Every day seems to bring more options.
Something to ease the pain just a little more...
It's all too much.
I wonder about god,
Is he real?
Why does he allow me to mess up?
You'd be surprised.
You most likely wouldn't understand.
You'll say you do,
Just to say anything at all.
That's how it works.
That or you refuse to believe me.
You say that all that cant happen.
I mean why not?
Im only 15 years 1 month and 11 days old.
Of course you wouldn't want to believe me.
You feel like you have to speak anyway,
As though pretending to know what you don't will make it all better.
I wish you knew exactly how muc
What Music Is"What is music?"What Music Is3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A young boy asked me that today.
I bent down to his level, so our faces met eye to eye, and, grinning, I responded.
"Why do you care? Out of our world today, why is it you who cares?"
He looked thoughtfully back at me with his eyes, too full of wisdom for his age, and he said, "Because I want to make good music someday."
I liked his answer, so I told him I did. He smiled, seeming honestly pleased that I liked his opinion. He grabbed my hand as I stood up, pleading at me with his eyes, and when I looked into them, I knew he wanted to hear more.
"I will show you the things that proper music make." I said to him. And as I walked along down the street with this child's hand in mine, I thought of how trusting he was being. I didn't know what to make of it, but as he followed along the street with me, I began to point out the things with which proper music was made.
"Music," I said, pausing to think. He looked up at me, as he had noticed my pause because we had stopped walki
Mice and Stoats - Prologue"May, please! Don't do this! What about Elle? She needs you!"Mice and Stoats - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Will chased after his wife as she stuffed the last of her bags into the car and headed towards the driver's seat. "I've had it up to here with everything Will! I'm sick of cleaning! I'm sick of cooking! And I'm sick of having a kid following me around everywhere!"
She slammed the car door shut and drove off before he could stop her. Will watched helplessly as the only woman he had loved disappeared amongst the current of cars.
He heard a sniff come from behind him and felt like he had been punched in the heart. He turned around and saw his little girl with tears streaming down her face, clutching her favourite stuffed mouse toy to her chest.
"Mummy's all gone..." She whispered, sniffing again. "She doesn't like me any more."
Will suddenly felt a bubble of anger form inside of him. He shook his head and picked her up. "Now now my little canary. We don't need her. Mummy has been very bad and from now on
Strange EyesInsane as the shadows,Strange Eyes4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unhinged is her soul,
Awaiting the verdict,
She's lost to madness,
Bleeding the sins
Her mind wont condone.
Allowing the madness
To dictate her way.
So injured she struggled,
She defied her demise,
An unexpected prize.
This prize was simple;
A boy with strange eyes,
Who ignited her valor
And saw through the lies.
This boy was different,
He used her real name,
She was no longer known
As the girl who's insane.