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-Child5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
wrong bedsyou fall to the ground, sand between your fingers,wrong beds4 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
Don't Leave I Need You.Don't Leave I Need You.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I stand over your grave and cry, I can't help but wonder, where did you go? It's been three years that I've been without you, my brother, I miss you so much! Life hasn't been the same without you here with us, Jim. No one laughs anymore. Everyone misses that shit-eating grin of yours, we miss it so much. That smile, I never thought I could miss it so much. Only until I heard the news that you were gone, that's when I realized I would forever miss it. Jimmy, be proud of us while we live out your legacy please? We're going on; we're doing this for the fucking fans, and you.
When I seen the news I died inside. My heart sank and I sulked to the floor and stared absently at the wall. Jimmy, what, no! He wouldn't leave us! He can't leave all his fans, his family, his brothers, me. Jimmy, who was always so carefree and happy. He wouldn't sink down to the hollow depths of death, would he? It could never be imagined that Jimmy would be gone. He was in our lives for eighteen years and now he'
we're all standing still.He's not coming back this time.we're all standing still.4 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
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
Alone~~Alone~~Alone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt so alone
that when someone touches you
it chills you to the bone?
Have you ever been neglected
because you were someone
who had always been rejected?
Have you ever cut through your skin,
indulging in the pain,
instead of asking for forgiveness for your sin?
Have you ever had a family
who would not care if you died,
but instead would have a monumental jamboree?
If you are someone who answered no
to any or all of all of the questions above
I have one more question to ask before you go
Do you ever imagine living life
where love is a foreign term
and everyday is filled with grief and strife?
Because that is the life I live everyday
and thats because I was left alone in the dark
and eventually I closed my eyes and lost my way
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.
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
there's no right way anymorei do not know why we do these things to each other.there's no right way anymore4 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
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.
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.