FallenA girl peeked shyly around a corner, her blue eyes darting every which way as she scanned the area. She cautiously stepped out from behind it, her long snow white gown sweeping the ground as she silently padded along the hallway. It was completely silent, save for the soft patter of her matching slippers. Her long golden hair bounced with every step she took, flattening against the wall as she pressed her back into it. She poked her head around a corner once more, finally spotting one of the guards she knew she'd encounter. Her absolute white wings gave a soft flutter to match the nervous beating of her heart as she stepped out from behind the corner.
"Halt, who goes there," Boomed the voice of the guard. She immediately looked down, eyes shut tightly in fear as the guard marched up towards her. He was the same as her; an angel, yet more designed specifically for combat and warfare than peace. He examined her, walking a slow circle around her before coming back to where he o
Who am I? In this moment, this hour, this day, this lifetimeWho am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who am I?
My consciousness is fleeting; emotions merge into a new
Late BellI sit with friendsLate Bell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
During those boring mornings;
Laughing and talking, right until the end
Of the ringing of my first warning
I waltzed down the halls
Not a care in the world!
Only to hear the shrill calls
Of the 8:05 bell unfurl.
I rush at my locker
Shoving and pulling
Then I sprint like in soccer
Down the halls-Oh who am I fooling?
Day in and day out,
The bell yells at me so.
And right back at it I shout:
"Shut up! I know!"
I sit here in the office
Of the great dean of students.
I'm being stand-offish
As she asks "Why'd you do it?"
Well you see Mrs. Kaiser
It's quite a funny story.
I may be an early riser,
But I hate bells with a fury.
Chomp Chomp. Crunch.Chomp3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The body starves
The soul craves peace, love, and life
Our SpiritYou say that there is fear in a spirit to conform,Our Spirit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pressure to fit in; an unspoken unseen norm.
With those words I must wonder if I've always been misinformed,
Misguided, blinded, and naïve of this spirit to conform.
And yet I can't help but argue that your words ring hollow songs,
That this spirit to conform is nothing more than all our bonds
Come together as a sisterhood of rivalry and love.
You say that we're the same; I say we're each unique
We always come together in our plots of how to beat
The Seniors for the banner; our sisters for the cup,
Smiling is second nature as my sisters cheer me up.
We may all sound the same but that's because we all agree
That Penny Queen's insane and that exams are not a breeze.
So go ahead and say there's fear; I will always honor you
But to me these are my sisters; my sisters of white and blue.
The BirdsOne crane, two crane, three crane, fourThe Birds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh so many, many more
Five crane, six crane, seven eight nine
If we get to eight hundred that'd be fine
Ten crane, eleven, all the way to fifteen
I've gotten so good that I'm folding on my knee!
Sixteen, seventeen, now we are at twenty
Oh this table will be filled; there'll be cranes aplenty!
Fifty-one, fifty-two, and finally fifty-three
Hey, this is getting hard; anyone wanna help me?
Fifty-four, fifty-five, now finally fifty-six,
Well, at least there will be plenty to pick .
One hundred .one...
Ya know this isn't really fun
One hundred two
I'm also running out of room
Hundred twenty-seven Hundred twenty-eight
I think I'm dying; I can see the pearly gates.
Hundred twenty-nine Oh look a hundred thirty!
That's so many many many pretty little birdies!
Five forty-three five forty-four
I'm so tired Maybe I'll sleep on the floor?
Surrounded by my birdies, my pretty li
The GameSwishThe Game3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The orange sphere falls from the sky, bouncing against the ground only once before being grabbed in mid air. The player jumps from her spot, aiming towards the basket for another shot.
The ball misses completely, veering far to the left of the court as she chases after it. She pants, pushing herself to the limit in order to achieve her goal. She snatches the ball, dribbling it ever so carefully against imaginary foes as she goes towards her sweet spot. She jumps again, shooting with the utmost accuracy towards the basket.
The ball misses again, only this time by a few inches of the basket. It comes back to her, allowing her to give another shot in quick succession from the one before.
It falls through the net, bouncing a few times on the ground before rolling towards the grass. She walks towards it, bending down to pick it up from where it lay. She stared up at the basket before breaking out into a jog, dribbling the ball from
The Angel MechanismThe mind is like a tree, containing multiple branches of different topics. And on these multiple branches are thousands of leaves; ideas, information, theories, and of course memories. But the leaves of memories, they must always be falling and making room for new leaves to grow. And so the leaves drift down the river of life, never to be remembered again. Or they may fall to the ground and be absorbed by the tree, so that dimly it can recollect a time when it may have been just a mere sapling among mighty oaks.The Angel Mechanism3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But some leaves, some memories, stay strong throughout the life of the tree. Forever they will be on the tree; forever they will be easily remembered.
This Haunted House of a BrainThis haunted house of a brainThis Haunted House of a Brain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is addled and crooked and broken
The floorboards creak as I walk through it
Moaning in voices forgotten long ago
The browning paintings languish on the wall
Every person I've ever passed in the street
Their eyes following me down the hall
The threadbare carpet beneath my sneakers
Is woven from all the clothes I've ever outgrown
The dining room table is full of a rotted feast
Of every piece of food I've ever thrown away
The chairs are bottomed out
From every person who has ever turned down my offer to dinner
The stairs loom ahead of me
Every step up is every achievement I've never had
They groan with every insult I've ever received
The bedroom is moth-eaten and dusty
For every sleepless night I spent there
The vanity mirror is cracked and spotted
And as I stare into its shattered depths
The reflection that stares back at me
Is no longer my own
Maybe it never was
The Red-goldBlack? Orange? Purple?The Red-gold2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What about red-gold?
What makes it undesirable?
What makes it desirable?
To you that is.
To me, what's desirable is,
What's to you,
I see no flaw amass imperfection.
Perfection is imperfection.
A fatal flaw is our most desirable trait.
Ignorance is bliss.
What goes unnoticed by one
Will be noticed by another.
And that notice is me.
You may have the blacks, the oranges, the purples,
And even the greens and the blues.
But save the red and yellow for me.
The rarest of them all.
What Now?How can I save you?What Now?3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't want you to be alone.
How can I keep you from being blue?
To keep out the miserable moans?
I've always listened silently,
Nodding quietly, agreeing sometimes.
I've listened as you've quite violently
Complained about personality crimes.
And each time, I've felt a bit bad;
After all, I love them so much.
But I'd rather be there than you be mad;
I don't have the heart to say shut up.
And to the victims, I plead you forgive me.
I try to defend you as best as I can.
But sometimes I can't help but be jittery
And silently sit by the raging fan.
I just wish we could all go back to the time
When everyone was friends with each other
When there were no personality crimes;
And we were all sisters of another mother.
But I guess that's just what happens
When you really start to grow up.
I'll stay strong so no one is saddened;
I won't express myself too much.
But soon we'll be leaving this town
So what's going to happen now?
Where did you go?Where did you go?Where did you go?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Can't seem find you)
Did you die?
Are you a ghost?
I feel so lost
And cling to you,
But at what cost?
Why can't you be
Like you used to be?
Why'd you leave?
Oh, where art thou?
Where did you go?
You've changed so much.
I miss you and your touch.
I need you back
Or maybe I don't.
You spoke that lie,
Your promise that I was your friend,
Always til forever and a day.
Where did you go?
(Here all alone)
All the things I should've said
Are echoing in this head.
I let you go
Without letting you know,
How far this love will go.
I strangle this love into the dead,
I watched it sink like lead.
Sealing it deep below,
I know that it will regrow.
I swear I'll never let you know.
That's why you can walk away,
Never knowing I would say,
"I love you today.
I love you more everyday.
I love you always
Til forever and a day."
You wrote on my paper and made me smile,
But I guess the fake only last for a while.
You try to be with the "in crowd."
And they don't care.
They think y