Forgotten heartForgotten heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe i was lonley,
maybe i was sad ,
but maybe i wasn't the only gril that ever had,
a forgotten heart,
a heart that needs to learn to restart,
a that is covered in woodworm and cobwebs,
a heart that doesn't want to see day again,
and maybe if i wandered back into the sun a god would gentely touch me,
and make me whole again.
this is the distinct linemy subconscious hates me.this is the distinct line5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe even more than i
hate myself right now.
impossible, i know, but
i dreamed about you last night
for the first time in a long time.
you called me. your voice still
makes my heart do enough flips
and tumbles to make me sick.
not in a bad way though. never
in a bad way. but in any case,
you called and you weren't
angry. we weren't awkward.
we just were.
i smiled and it wasn't fake.
i dreamed that you could still love
me or that you still did.
one of the two. i can't remember.
either way, i felt whole again.
that's a feeling i thought i'd
forgotten. i should forget it.
i could still speak without
worrying what people would say
to me. distinct sympathy in
their eyes even when i swear
i'm okay. in my dream, i
promise i wasn't lying.
i was on a plane. the sunlight
hurt my eyes. but i was flying.
i dreamed i was a bird. it didn't
hurt until morning when i woke
up and felt like i had fallen.
my whole world in pieces because
i'm not really a bird witho
wrong bedsyou fall to the ground, sand between your fingers,wrong beds5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grass tickling the tips of your toes
and you scream
noise is all there is -
emotion drained from your system through way of your lungs
and then, there is nothing left
muscles relax, head sinking into the ground,
falling slightly to the left
broken twigs litter the ground beside you
still clinging onto their leaves -
bright green in the cloud-dulled moonlight
you realise you love them more than anything else in this world
because you know that sometimes,
the broken things need the most love
you burn the book you write in
smoke fills your nostils, stings your eyes
and you realise that the ashes swept by the wind
carry the only emotion you've ever felt
you let them scatter
because you know that you need to destory everything
in order to have nothing
and be happy with it
there's no right way anymorei do not know why we do these things to each other.there's no right way anymore5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our sentences lack all the proper meaning. we only say what we're feeling when we're feeling nothing at all and keep all the most important things we could ever think to say safe beneath guarded tongues. we are clever in all the wrong ways.
it's about how we do all the things we're expected to because to actually do what we want the mostthe things that scare uswould mean having to take a risk. we might need to deal with the possibility that we have something to lose by doing nothing at all.
there is a complete certainty that we've gotten content in our lonelinessin our misery. we're stuck standing still, not at all responsible for the way we function, because even our hearts just keep beating because it's committed to memorynot because we make them. not because we want them to. we are incomplete in exactly the way we want to be.
if the fact that tomorrow never arrives because it's always today means that nothin
LintukotoLife as a stained glass window in the cosmos:Lintukoto3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a well of misfortune, shattered hours,
pieces of night and liquid decades.
A bird crosses the universe
and in the corner of eternity it warbles
a song that encloses everything.
I escape to the route of tempest:
the galaxy, oniric labyrinths,
a spiral path to madness.
Tears~~Tears~~Tears5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tears show feelings
Tears of happiness
Tears of anger
Tears of sadness
I don't know why
The tears fall down
When I'm filled with joy
Everything is good, all around
My body gets heated
As the tears fall effortlessly
But it only angers me more
And I hide my head in shame with people see
I cry these when I'm sad and alone
When it's okay to show the real me
Who cries tears of sadness everyday
But the world may never see
I love all of my tears
Because they make me who I am
But who really knows?
Maybe it's all a scam
To My Almost-ChildSorry you never had a name.To My Almost-Child5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
AvalanchesRaising his eyes in time to see Belphegor finally pull out the final knife from the man they had killed only moments ago, Mammon sighs quietly. A small puff of visible air floats away from his slightly parted lips, staying a while before dissipating in the air. They've spent enough time in this damned cold already, hunting down and slaughtering all those who had thought they could escape from them. Annoying. The longer they stay out, the less money they'll receive for completing the mission. Sighing again, the arcobaleno lowers himself to the ground before frowning sharply at the snow he's waist deep in.Avalanches5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"We need to go," he deadpans, whilst fighting back a shiver. He can feel the money - all of the beautiful money - slipping away from his grasp. "Bel."
The blonde in question slowly tilts his head to the side, keeping his full attention on the corpse at his feet. He's faced away from Mammon, can feel the baby's glare in his spine. It tingles, as if he was being burned. It's a fun
we're all standing still.He's not coming back this time.we're all standing still.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's hard to remember that sometimes when a door shuts, it just stays closed. There's no other consequence. No other opportunity. Just one more way you can't go. One more person that you can't follow. Sometimes, you're just as stuck as you feel so it doesn't matter if the earth travels one million six hundred thousand miles through space every day. You are in the same place as yesterday so all that other movement is just superfluous. It's not bringing anyone closer together. It's not going toward any sort of destination. There is no end. No point. It's just ceaseless movement through an ever-expanding universe that only keeps getting bigger until you're simply a tiny pinpoint that feels absolutely alone. And meaningless. Unnecessary. And all of this just makes it feel overwhelmingly true.
The truth is most of the roads here only go one way.
Some days, you believe you can get out of here and live somebody else's life in some other place and with all of th
Otherwise UninhabitedDark violent skies and the wind coldly caresses my faceOtherwise Uninhabited5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the moment I washed up here I've been in love with this place
The way the rain feels as its falling around me
The way the waves crash as they tumble in from the sea
Contented I close my eyes and lean back with a smile
It never gets old, though I've been here a while
The peace, the solitude, alone with my mind
I can barely remember the life I left behind
You know I wouldn't trade being stranded for anything
And I can't wait to see what the future will bring
Beyond's PoemI hear the screaming and moaning of agony from all around me.Beyond's Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It echo's from the walls as I listen to its pain.
Red eyes glow with sick and twisted amusement
Such a sweet sound to my ears.
Just like candy.
Now some would be scared and crawl up into a ball by now having to listen.
Instead I scream with them.
In this asylum.
In this home of mine.
Oh its like Halloween everyday.
Such a scary place to be, wouldn't you agree, Miss Misora?
Scarier then me?
He sent me here to the 'crazy house' or 'loony bin'.
Do you know what they say?
It's actually kind of funny about what these people told me.
What they diagnosed me as.
They said I suffer from a disease.
This is one fun disease.
They say I am suffering from insanity.
Oh, no. No, no.
They are wrong, so very wrong.
I do not suffer from insanity.
Instead I enjoy every sick and twisted moment of it.
And, L, there is nothing you can do to change that.
The Four ElementsWaterThe Four Elements5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowing ever freely, in a mystical dance
Dancing all Her worries away
Gently lapping waves shifting and forming endlessly
Lights up the surrounding figures
A glint of hope through the darkness.
He keeps away all of the monsters at night,
During your most haunted moments.
Offers a surface to walk on
Keeps all of nature together.
He makes sure we can't fall
Though He isn't perfect.
Invisible to the ones passing
Whispering in their ears for them to follow.
She has no shape or form,
Yet She is the wisest amongst us.
The water, the fire, the earth, the air.
All deadly yet generous in their own ways.
i am sorryi cannot sleep these days, my love -i am sorry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for i am plagued with the thoughts of a million minds
the love and the pain of a thousand men
because i feel most alive at night,
when the world is dead.
i can't help but think sometimes
that i fall too quickly, too hard.
but, i can't help but think that
maybe it might just be a good thing.
does that make me crazy,
does that make me like no one else?
don't ask me darling,
for i have no answer.
Lost And Lonely .5.Lost And Lonely .5.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
This light it tickles
It's weird, isn't it?
It must be painful, right?
Standing in Light with those Dark feelings.
I don't understand
the voice behind the wallLet us close these gaping doors of possibility behind us,the voice behind the wall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dig out the real knives and get deep
into the core
Of the stark naked truth
A corpse shouting imperfection
a mere clock needle racing towards 11:11
only to wish the same reckless thoughts
two times a day and seven hundred thirty times a year.
I heard your elegiac voice again last night,
your deep cries pouring into my ears
Sending bitter nostalgia down my numbness
Our poetry melted the hard cement wall between us
Our intimacy soared higher than century old lovers
As we spoke the deep vaults of our minds
What was there between us?
It was just a wall, after all.
It started when my father
Fell into the chaotic firefight
He caught in crimson raging fire breathing oxygen like
A vampiric creature
I found the corner of my closet by the wall,
The only real existent corner I could lean against
When the ones in my mind grew too wide open
The first time I heard you recite those words of melancholy
On the other si