Forgotten heartForgotten heart4 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.
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.
The Four ElementsWaterThe Four Elements4 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.
this is the distinct linemy subconscious hates me.this is the distinct line4 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
To My Almost-ChildSorry you never had a name.To My Almost-Child4 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.Avalanches4 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
Late Afternoon, DublinKingdomLate Afternoon, Dublin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit on the slippery stone steps,
at the gates of my Father's heaven.
My back to the cold wall enough,
that men in dusty pants and
mud-laden boots can thump past,
their tired, weary legs fly fast
across my freckled face.
Father inside, far end,
a stool-throned King, his face not fat
and sometimes our eyes meet
through cloud and darkness,
when the door swings open
to let another thirsty angel in or out,
in this chamber, the trip from Hell to Heaven
is measured only
by the length of a glass of dark ale
or a honey coloured shot of sour whiskey.
Angie skips back and forth
across the sidewalk, with only chalk,
and hopscotch on her mind
and I find time
between math and scripture,
to watch her movements,
and check for cars
and she hums to herself all the while.
Mrs McLine, with sad green eyes
brings cups of tap water
and sugared red syrup, at Five-Fifteen and flicks my hair
and smiles sweetly at Angie, while slowly,
the black cabs
SeveredI lost my heart on the edge of eternity.Severed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dropped it off there thinking we would come back.
Thinking we would come through, but we broke paths.
We lost our maps, we lost each other.
steady pulselet me drink up your fashion, i'll choke on the stars in your eyes.steady pulse4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you read me your favorite novel.
it's about a boy and a girl and every chapter before you finished, you reminded me that it's not a love story; you'd never read me a love story.
you have this beautiful feeling about you, i wonder if you'd ever noticed it when you looked in the mirror. it's like when birds sing at night, and you wonder why they aren't sleeping. you should sleep sometimes and i don't think you do. you're strange. it strikes me.
turn the page, sad one. you're reading ahead now while i stumble through the sentences, and those stars in your eyes are still flaming brightly. i know i'll never know why.
will you give up understanding with me? i'll throw it all out the window, and honey, i'll never look back.
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.
Notes on nightCupped hands could holdNotes on night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a moth's night,
a moon waning somewhere between
middle and index.
the cuddling craters,
would become the flight.
3.10 amit was the spring of '08, but it felt a lot more like winter to you and i.3.10 am4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
where the flowers once grew at my doorstep, there were skeletons decorated by thorns laying under the grey wash of the sky, waiting for death. the spring rain came but never left, and the grass never turned that beautiful shade of green we both seemed to love so much. flowers never really bloomed, and there wasn't really a sunny day, but i think that's what made it seem so real.
the happiness i mean. it wasn't just induced by endless skies and pretty roses, or sun tans or white sand or pretty dresses or drunken conversations,
it was just
that was a long time ago though, so forgive me if i'm wrong.
it's a weird thing isn't it? it makes everything seem like it was just yesterday, makes the whole world seem as though it's flying by - that the faces, the conversations, the exchanged glances are all just fleeting
until i remember it's been three years since i last saw your face.
and now, i don't know w
Look At Me, I'm Zacky VLook at me, I'm Zacky VLook At Me, I'm Zacky V4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I take away your sanity
Will go to bed before I'm legally wed
I can, I'm Zacky V
Watch it! Hey, I'm Synyster Gates
I was not brought up with fate
Will come across, even M Shadows lost his heart
to Synyster Gates
I drink, I swear
I colour my hair
I get ill from many 'meisters
Keep your filthy paws off my scheter guitars
Would you pull that crap with Shadz?
As for you Rev Tholomew
I know just what I wanna do
You're just not fussed
I'm an object of lust
I'm sexy Zacky V
Johnny Johnny, let me be
Keep that bass neck far from me
Just keep your cool, you're starting to drool
Hey fuckers, I'm Zacky V
Darker than the Darkest NightDarker than the Darkest NightDarker than the Darkest Night4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Darker than the darkest night,
Kill me now to end this plight.
I cannot live with this pain,
Stretching on like some endless plain.
Thoughts of death crowd my head,
My blood leaves a trail clear as crumbs of bread.
I shall not live to see another day,
Oh God, I don't want to die this way!
Then I see him stalking towards me,
My vision blurs, I see three.
But not of him, he is clear.
As clear as day, not a smear.
His scythe I see shining dark,
Coming to claim me, make its mark.
The end, I think, it comes too soon,
Not even am I granted one last boon.
Away from Death I cannot crawl,
I feel so helpless, I feel so small.
I find myself bowing towards the ground,
I cannot make a single sound.
Death now has me in his claws,
My death toll sounds and a lone bird caws.
And down I fall, down, down, down,
Never again to see the sun's first crown.
Darker than the darkest night,
So has ended my cursed plight.
So has begun the one to last for eternity,
None can describe t
i am sorryi cannot sleep these days, my love -i am sorry4 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.