Messes With MeEach lie you tell,Messes With Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Messes me up a little bit more.
The Curse.I pick up my pencil and get ready to write.The Curse.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I sit there for a while, my eraser I bite.
I stare out the window but there's no inspiration in sight.
I see only the sun, looking at me with its rays so bright.
I bang my head on the table.
My mind not at all stable.
It feels like someone caged my brain and added a lock.
I throw my pencil in anger and curse my writer's block.
TiringElephant in handTiring4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I walk towards,
And these weights,
A growing burden.
My thoughts drag
Like my feet,
While the seconds drag on.
Empty Hollow HeartThe empty hollow heart.Empty Hollow Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The heart you thought was art.
But you only destroy and make a mess.
Maybe you should learn to love less.
The cold heart made of lies.
Always saying painful goodbyes.
The heart that ruined mine.
When you drew the last line.
You put me in pain.
Put me on the ball and chain.
You dragged me along.
And I thought our love was strong.
But no I see the truth.
You throw everything away in your youth.
I was something I call trash.
To throw away and hope it burns to ash.
Beyond the veilCan you feel her calling?Beyond the veil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Calling from the grave.
She pulls you under and takes you far away.
No one will find you.
Your soul is hers for the taking.
We cant save you,
Your beyomd the grave.
She takes you to your fate.
Farewell my friend.
My you rest in peace.
You scream across the veil..
Your never goning to come back.
The fading pulse of an AngelListen to her pulse,The fading pulse of an Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's beating so fast.
I think it's from fear.
Yeah its fear.
After all you are about to kill her.
Watch the tears fall from her pretty face.
She loved you.
Oh how cute.
Look now how she cries,
The love of her life destroys her.
Now isn't that beautiful?
Don't look at me like that it was your idea.
Ahh watch the blood on her face.
A red more beautiful than any rose.
Can you see it?
That little light that's slowly diminishing?
Yes it's there look closely.
Listen to her heart break.
Aren't you proud of the mess you made?
EntropyBegging it to have it's way with me,Entropy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
teasing it, taunting it, tempting it,
It's going to have me anyway,
why not have it be on my terms?
I want to be reduced to my absolute value,
find out what lies beneath my layers of bullshit,
reduce me back to chaos,
and see what's birthed from the ashes.
Sunset tonightSunset4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the burnt orange sky
with darkening lavender bruises...
I thought of you.
Lost but not foundI lost all my hope.Lost but not found4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It crunbled in a sea of vast dust.
Where did they go?
my dreams and hopes.
to the land of the lost.
to the vally of the dead.
it is all gone now.
lost and never to be found.
were oh were did it go?
CreuxStrike the soulless oak;Creux4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Listen to the echoing
Secrets in the end...we will meet our endSecrets in the end...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each our own way
if orders could be placed
it might look like:
blanketed with sleep;
will I be alone
with my imperfect soul
wrapped in secrets?--
clutching my mysteries still,
I will be surrounded by
the golden light of love
radiating from those I claim--
will you be there
touching my face,
whispering me into death
with a love song?
my secrets are similar to those you hold,
ones we all carry
until the burden becomes unbearable.
but I have never been weak,
so most will remain buried within me-
we are both at rest;
embraced by the comforting weight
of rich dark earth,
pressed down by a stone marker
and the souls of the ones standing above.
I am beautiful...As I look in the mirrorI am beautiful...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see a face
And on that face,
I see two deep holes were "eyes" should be
I notice that there is no lips
Just the bare teeth and gums
Is this what they call...
A failed surgery?
Winter Kill.It was in those dead days,Winter Kill.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dead days when everything is,
It snowed that year, great flakes
Of white and glitter, iridescent,
It was December 27th,
And all stood still,
She sat on the steps to the forest
Covered in an icing sugar dusting,
Though nothing was as it seemed,
And her fingers slowly froze
Around her notebook,
Her eyes lingering
On the gaps in the trees.
Icicles played tunes,
As wind whistled through,
And howled at the motionless figure,
Crouching in the snow;
And she was covered in glitter,
As the dead days took
What they believed they were owed.
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...bLind4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.
gonegone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he could never thrive out of water
for long though he tried
where has he gone, or is it me
who has left and returned
back to the salt and the sea
and the moon tides
while he stays to the river that
runs to the gulf stream
GraceHe led on his bed, eyes shut, the dim light creeping through his eyelids. The purple walls were soft with peace as he listened to Jeff Buckley's Grace.Grace3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The nearby lampshade lit the one white wall which reflected around the room like a spectrum cast over the soft purple walls, darkened by shadows.
He thought of how his death would affect the world if he were to choke on chewing gum right then. If he'd been found listening to a tragic masterpiece with dead ears. But then he worried, he was no one. None of this would affect the world around him, so he stopped the thought as soon as he could and returned his attention to the melodic guitar riff of Last Goodbye.
At that his lungs tightened and his stomach contracted as he sprang forth, clenching at his chest in hope for the pain to cease. With a cough the pain began to fade. Legs hanging over the bedside he found himself bent double clutching the space below his rib cage, applying some pressure as to squeeze the pain out.
As his plan slowly
Inhale exahleInhale exhale,Inhale exahle4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The same routine,
So simple, yet difficult,
I started long ago,
And I just can't stop.
Inhale exhale, because you're the air I breathe.
Breathe you in, because I can't live without you.
SS for cla: Playground HeroesSS for cla: Playground Heroes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Your castle's mine today!" a voice squeaked from across the sandbox.
Marth looked up to see a determined 4-year-old charging at him, stick in hand, ready to claim the sandcastle he was building. All the other children the young prince considered allies were playing too far away to help defend the small grainy structure. It was all up to him.
"Stay back!" Marth yelped and jumped to his feet in front of his castle, holding the yellow bucket he had been using out in one hand. He shot the other boy a glare, but the invader, Ike, was not intimidated.
"You'll never win!" he shouted, swinging his flimsy excuse for a sword.
Marth blocked the stick with his bucket. Ike tried again, but the prince g
Seven LovesSeven Loves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They asked from me to build a house
To keep there all my memories
All my hopes
All my loves
They swore to me safety
They guaranteed to me calmness
My house was made of wood and love
My house was made deep in a forest
I was called Snow White and they were my 7 loves
I lived my life being tied with chains
This house was my freedom
I was smiling and dancing by the fire on winter
I was picking flowers and singing on Summer
They asked from me to build a house
To keep there all my beloved
They swore to me loyalty
But they took swords and run away to fight dragons
And I was left alone
now my house is a fairy tale of the North
I am a lost soul searching for my 7 loves
One of them is already an angel in the skies
The rest fight dragons and save princesses
And I am dancing on my heart so I won't hear her screaming...
The Smash Freshmen, Chapter 31The Smash FreshmanThe Smash Freshmen, Chapter 311 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 31: The Koopaling Showdown
Waluigi flicked the activation switch on the side of the last trophy. The tiny figure inside the glass dome glowed with light. In little more than a second, a short, well-muscled boxer with dark brown hair and a heavy tan stood in the place of the trophy, his green gloves held up in a fighting position.
“Yeah, let’s get to it!” he shouted excitedly.
Waluigi grinned. He looked around at the group assembled around him. Eighteen fighters and a horde of bikers from all around the multiverse had gathered together once again for the first time in a year.
“Alright, your highness,” Waluigi said into the small golden badge on the inside of his shirt. “We’re all assembled. Are we good to go yet?”
“Not quite,” the deep voice on the other end replied. “You
Brokenstars final deathBrokenstars final death4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Brokenstar wandered aimlessly in the Dark Forest. He looked up, the thick foliage of the trees blocking his view of the moon. He snorted.
Place of No Stars...Makes sense.
He kept padding on, thinking of his plan...And how it had failed. Ivypaw was so easily manipulated...And still he had failed, just because Tigerheart. The stupid turncoat of a tom. He snorted. What kinds of Clan cats were Tigerstar recruiting?
He sat down at the base of an oak, flicking his crooked tail. That stupid, stupid tail...So humiliating. The name Brokentail mocked him, filling him with even more hatred.
"Clans." He snorted. "Just groups of stupid, no-good cats." He sighed. The Dark Forest, he thought, was brimming with the most intellegent and cunning of the Clan cats. And it was well where he belonged.
"Ah, Brokentail...It's been a while." A huge, muscular brown tabby stepped from the undergrowth, his yellow eyes glowing with hostility and hatred.
"Raggedstar...?" Brokenstar stood, surprised, but glar
From Whence She CameBack down to the sea-floor she goesFrom Whence She Came4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the coracle-clusters and starfish that
clamour, cling to her heart too tight,
walking barefoot towards where she
came from. It is too hard walking on
earth, the way she wears pain like a wedding ring
Back down, down, crawling on her belly
on the forest-floor, alive with the buzz and crawl
of worms and bird-prey. Back where she belongs with her
crazy palpitating wolf-heart, her bloody
deer-throat leaking in the snow, her yellow
eyes in the dark.
Back down, beyond subway trains, piano lessons,
falling rain, from whence she came, to the snow-covered womb
where she first gulped air.
Back down to a place before wildflowers,
fish on land, back to a locked box
full of old souls, from whence
What Music Is"What is music?"What Music Is4 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
Landlocked He hasn't slept well lately. He likes to blame it on me but I don't see how that could be true. I don't snore, I don't kick, I barely make even the slightest disturbance, and he's never complained before. Now, when I wake up in the middle of the night, still caught in the last wisps of a dream I can't remember, I reach for him. But he's never there.Landlocked4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Robert and I married two years ago, to the surprise of nearly everyone we know, and the disapproval of a few chosen family members. My mother has never approved of the seventeen-year age difference and our short engagement. She doesn't trust that our feelings are mutual and true. Robert calls her a nosy busybody in that cautious way of his, always worried about wounding my feelings. But there's too much honesty in everything he says for me to get angry. Like when he kisses me at night