DespairingDespairing11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've told me no tales, and I've told you no lies
And yet I am the one that still sits here, and cries
Marking the time as the future is stumbling
I despair once again at my life now crumbling
Sorrow runs deep and my tears will stain far
I beg for an answer to the who that we are
Shifting and aimless, with no hope I can keep
I bang against this wall, unbreakable and steep
The scars from the tears, my face they do mar
Cracks in my sanity mark a door standing ajar
Broken and bent, through these shadows I'll creep
The words that you spoke made a rift that's too deep
I can think of your smile, and a part of me sighs
But as soon as my joy is beginning, it dies
What now haunts me, your face it is wearing
For you have becme the crux of my despairing
Endless Night - Second VersionEndless Night - Second Version11 years ago in Horror More Like This
Night had fallen across the sands, and her footsteps were growing slower by the moment.
Still, she trod onward, the goal of her heart ever-present, an entity of its own within her spirit. She knew it lay not far ahead now; her week-long journey was nearly complete.
Does it await me, still, she asked herself, and, expecting no answer, recieved none. She knew she would find out soon the truth of the matter. For good or ill, she was in it until the end, and was glad of it.
An endless eternity, it seemed, had passed since her feet had last traced their way here. The winds had been blowing that time; though they were calm at the moment, she knew they could start again at any given time. This barren waste knew no rules but its own, and those it followed only grudgingly.
Days upon days, time upon time... passing slowly while the air she breathed became blighted with the desire she knew would be coming. The need she would
Count to One HundredCount to One Hundred11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What happend to your wrists?"
"Nasty burn. Spill wax?"
Should have watched the flesh
Six, seven, eight...
In broad daylight, who
couldn't see the smashed can
"Can I borrow a safety-pin?
This pocket won't keep shut."
Eleven merges pink tissue and flesh.
Twelve and thirteen...
A bit of steel exposes muscle
twice more to the air.
Fourteen marks an obsession with blood.
"I need to talk to you."
The blade bites too deep,
The blood couldn't have bubbled into the sink...
Implements are missing,
but the desperate manage.
"No more, right?"
Overreactions again -
Now it's too late to hide it.
Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one...
"I don't think you need to be here."
Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four...
"I don't think so, either."
"What did you do to your hand?"
"You look like Christ,
within but not limited to/\within but not limited to3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
within but not limited to
/ | \
our circular thoughts | our souls which are
gamegame11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we played the game
like a dance
across the dancefloor
it was sweet
i bit my lip
to taste the bitterness in my mouth
that is how serious
of a play it was
round and round
it was a good tango
finished with the most violent of moves
a tear would run down
my surprised face
i was only defeated
when you made me come
InsomniaDreams. Nightmares. Unforgettable nights of longing for the things so far away. For the things that scare me. Pleasant tales of love, overthrown by stories of hell itself - all unfolding around my bed. My red sheets are the bloodstains on the gray wall one night, a bouquet of roses the next.Insomnia7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
What are dreams? Imaginary places of make-believe happiness, as if some form of natural prozac? Realms where fantasy is pushed beyond the borders of our very imagination?
I can't tell. I don't want to. My dreams are chapters of the book of my life, they're the red ribbon on the edge of the next page. Never managed to do much reading with my eyes open. Why, God why, would anyone want to live in something as shallow as reality?
Being awake is torture. It's a red car flashing over the gray asphalt, it's the fast lane with me behind the wheel - pointless and fatal. I never got my license, you know. And for good reason; I don't want to control things. I don't need any kind of control, all I need pure fr
You intrigue MeYou intrigue Me13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You intrigue me
Our likeness burns in my heart
So close, I could almost touch your lips
But I turn away
I mustn't let this little secret ruin me
I think I might belong to you
But Ill never love again
I've become devoid of happiness
I've forgotten what it's like to taste sweet love's embrace
I yearn to be remembered on a cold December's eve
To have you call, knowing it was just to hear my voice
And then hear a simple "I love you" followed by a pause, my ditto, and a click
It's no matter
I'm done with all of that
All that's left is you
Willing PreyWilling Prey12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I love,
Your vacant eyes,
Which give nothing away?
I search to find,
Your smooth disguise,
But nothing will they say.
Why do I love,
Your deadly kiss,
With touch so pale and chilled?
It lingers on,
My trembling lips,
Until my senses are stilled.
Why do I love,
Your vampiric bite,
The drunken blissful pain?
The two new scars,
They tell the tale,
Of when my heart was drained.
Why do I love,
Your childish lusts,
Deranged with my appeal?
In touching me,
It sets you free,
I make your world surreal.
But most of all,
I love the voice,
That tells me stay away.
The warning that,
I do not heed,
Makes me the willing prey.
March, 2004Soon enough, it got hard for meMarch, 20049 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to ignore the pebbles of broken
glass buried in the seats
of her attempted-suicide car, or
the night you cut open your legs
only to find them filled
to the brim with nothing
but cold blood and fresh ice.
I could smile but I was stuck in your war-
time car crash, fighting to breathe
over the exhaust, the sky dark and thick
with the unspoken, and she, your mother,
was confined to forced peace,
rounded corners, no butter knives
or shoelaces, hidden scars, white light and white, white walls.
World War Z: EndingsThis was found in an elementary school in the outskirts of Biloxi, Mississippi written in what appears to be crayon on the wall. It is unfinished and heartbreaking. After ten years, the bones are still gnawed and evident.World War Z: Endings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fiends of the flesh,
harboring the truer life.
On they came;
The moans begot more
The moans made sleep worse.
Caught in the moment,
There was solace in this
when they came back.
Dripping blood and gore
Making our family
Humanity ended here.
Under scores of grave-ridden nails,
the barricade fell
to the soundtrack of Hungry wails.
Worm ridden flesh
was the Law of the Land.
They come for me now,
I hear them in the halls.
Chewing on the doorjamb.
Chewing on the walls.
Hearts grow frozen
Of me there was no trace;
Of me there was no fac
such an assso today i met a little boy with no arms. none at all.such an ass4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i introduced myself to him. i told him my name. i stuck out my hand to shake, only to withdraw it, chuckling. i watched him scowl.
god, i'm such an ass.
i took his picture, told him to take it from me. i watched his jaws like a shark undulate and snap til the polaroid was between his teeth. i felt like a seal in those sharp bicuspids.
i torment handicapped children to get my kicks because no woman would love this monster.
i wanted to see what he'd be like when he got older. i wanted to see how he'd hold his cock for pissing or fucking. i wanted to see what his text messages would look like, i was jonesing for a glimpse of his writing. his print, cursive, arabic. i didn't fucking care, i just wanted it.
god, i'm such an ass.
"mister," he started, a look beyond his years tainting his eyes. "
hello death hello loveWe,hello death hello love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in our elaborate form
of not existing,
dance. [to what end]
To influence the
I guess. [to what end]
To entertain the
moon and stars,
I guess. [to what
end me; need
me into the liminal
love (let it be
love out there); for you
I will give up my body]
OsteoperosisWords and bonesOsteoperosis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are sticks and stones
and they will surely kill me
EternityEternity6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Nyota Uhura gave a heavy sigh as she slipped into her quarters one evening. It had been a rather short shift but her wandering mind had made it seem like an eternity. There were plenty of important things on her mind, none of which had anything to do with her work. Now she wanted to get back to her quarters and get comfortable, but more than that she hoped that Spock was waiting for her. Recently he'd made a habit of being there when she arrived. That is, of course, if he wasn't on shift himself.
Tonight she knew for a fact that he wasn't and that made her hope all the more. She reached up, tugging her long, dark tresses free of their confines. The dark-skinned woman shook her head and the black locks spilled easily over her shoulders. It was like an ease of tension as soon as the pressure was relieved and her hair was free.
Spock was there, and had done something very out of character and fallen asleep in his usual chair. His head was tipped back slightly, large, strong han
I Have Never Wanted MoreTo seek an end to time itselfI Have Never Wanted More8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That such a moment as this
Could be forever frozen
The leaf fall stilled
In midair freefall
Early frosts bade to spare
The bounty heavy laden
Fixed upon the apple trees
As seasons turn and turn again
Yet there is to be no cessation
Of the trickling stream of sand
Flowing forward endlessly
Taking all that I have ever known
Reshaping and unstitching
Every dream I ever had
Each fragment passing beyond my reach
A realisation that this too shall pass
But nothing could inspire me more
For until the earth stops
Whirling around our flaming sun
In an ever expanding universe
My passion and fervour for truth
Keeps my focus on the day
And when a veil is drawn
Upon the stage of life
With a firm willed smiling end
This film will fade to close.