An IdeaThe Virus of the mindAn Idea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The builder of dreams
The destroyer of worlds
Some look to find
The maker of life
The taker of life
Some leave behind
The spawn of Satan
The gift of God
The Virus of the mind
Escaping the harmAlone he sitsEscaping the harm11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his room
Quiet and still
Envisioning his doom.
He has no-one to talk to
So nothing to say
But all he wants
Is to take it away.
Alone he sits
Quietly he stands
For the usual demand.
Insanity stays as
Faster and faster
Making blood flow
Seeing new faces
Telling no lies
In this world
They welcome demise
Old pain goes as
New relief arrives.
If only he could,
If only he would
Then it will go
RestlessThoughts on endless repeat,Restless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The orchestra self-composes
in its sleep, and in itself
finds too much to think.
Ideas are repeated,
Rehashed and rediscovered
so that the words themselves
might speak, and find they too
have breath within them,
to somehow be unique,
And like the rest of us
fall short and yet succeed.
They tumble from my mind
like rain onto my feet,
and I scramble to write them down,
Before I too fall from my waking mind,
and into sleep
x Dust xx Dust x2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's in the fine print
Everyone has had enough
Time to put on your grown-up shoes
All your memories are stuck in this stuff
Feathers in your hair
Everyone you used to know
A tired heart
Won't protect you from the hit
It's the noise that turns me to gray
Nothing there to spark your intent
When no one's asked me to stay
There's no speaking of regret
When I haven't any
Don't look back now
It will make this much worse
Don't look forward though
Hitching a ride inside a broken-down hearse
Words to you in the news of today
Why have you gone away.
Green fireflies.I want to sit on your porchGreen fireflies.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the simple thought
of your swift arrival.
.:Mon Petit Ami:.Voici un poème que j'ai du composer pour mon cours de français..:Mon Petit Ami:.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Le thème était "Problematique dans le monde"
Le poème est très trompeur jusqu'à la fin du texte.
Ce sont toutes des métaphores.
Mon Petit Ami
Et on se cache dans le parc
Car maman ni papa ne comprend notre amour
Notre désir de se completer
Et de s'avoir tout les jours
C'est interdit ils me disent
Nous sommes donc Romeo et Juliette
Il m'apportera la mort
Mais sans lui je suis incomplète
Nous allons nous marier
Lié par un baiser
Dans ce parc soudainement rempli
Nous allons fêter
Et nous fêterons toute la nuit
Juasqu'au levé du soleil
Un peu endormi
Mais nous n'aurons pas de sommeil
Mais quand le ciel deviendra bleu clair
Et que tout ralenti
Je retournerai chez moi, seule
Attendant qu'il fasse nuit
Mes parents seront inquiets
Ils ne savent plus quoi faire
Donc je mentirai,
Dans le but de leur taire
Mais quand ils seront couchés
.:Five Years:.Five Years..:Five Years:.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She waited by the phone.
Waited for a call that never came.
Sometimes courageous enough to dial the number.
But not strong enough to let it ring.
She spent wondering why
Wondering how it all happened so fast.
How in the span of a day,
Family turn into strangers.
She's been trying to forget about.
Forget his very existence.
Impossible a task it's proven to be
No matter her persistence.
He was gone. No sign of life.
Yet now he speaks of love and tears.
Please do tell me, Why now after
A Little Birdy Told MeA little birdy told meA Little Birdy Told Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you like to whisper on wings,
keep the words of truth
light and airy,
They float along
holding their words
in each ruffled feather.
We wish to be enlightened by you
but all to often
you let the light
take flight and soar,
high above our mortal coil
and watch the dark
swarm down in drones-
the great crows of the darkest hour.
You've left us with cadaver lies
the carrion begin to gather.
The whispers fade to non-existent
ticklings among the wind.
But you suffer nought,
or so you think,
for all things must return to earth,
even your little bird.
FEAR OF THE DARKEmpty shadows on the highway of lost strangers in duskFEAR OF THE DARK1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Red run of fall
Stow away in a life drem't in a day
Gone in the flicker of a candle burnt
Coats the night of powdered sky's
Sourced light to an end
Lit up on the cross roads
Constant the escape
Final eye, the lady who calls a name
And there you go again in vein chasing fires
on commuting with no hurrythere you goon commuting with no hurry5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
lighting matches in the rain,
walking with two feet
that the gods gave you
because they cannot walk,
heading home as if with news
of some miraculous disaster,
counting the steps between yourself
and the clouds that disappeared
behind the grey veil of October.
thunder and lightning unfold
so close above
and you dream of a destination
somewhere in the south
where birds and stormy weather coexist.
behind you there is nothing,
running water will erase
every footprint you have left
on the dark sand of this metropolis.
before you there is distance,
enough to live your life
in a constant state of travel,
but not nearly enough signs
for you to know
where you are heading.
close your eyes
as not to be blinded
by the red lights and the yellow warnings,
those ever changing speed limits,
and open your arms
as to be looked at by the sun
that will soon peek out behind the nothingness,
ripping the veil
of the vast, unending
YouYou're beautiful.You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're the only one I want to be around.
You're the one meant for me.
But most of all, you're mine.
What to Do Ch. 4: Gossip Hour?No one said anything as they just stared at the gunman in complete and total shock.What to Do Ch. 4: Gossip Hour?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Vincent stared back, in equal confusion, until Cid opened his mouth.
"What the fuck was that about?" The ex-Turk looked at him, completely unfazed by the expressions on his comrades' faces.
As if things weren't already couldn't have gotten any weirder. Everyone simply stared at him, mouths hanging open. Vincent seemed unfazed by the reactions. "Is something wrong?" He asked calmly as everyone looked at him like he was crazy.
Slowly, Tifa got to her feet. "Okay, let me get this straight: that kid is actually your son?" Vincent simply nodded.
Tifa and Yuffie looked at each other before being sent into a fit of giggles. Cloud merely stared at him in disbelief while Cid's mouth fell open. They all stared at him until Cid broke the silence again.
"What the fuck?! Vince, ya got a kid? But that ain't possible. Ya ain't social enough ta have a kid."
"Not unless there's
Patru aniAm învăţat că aparenţele înşeală. Colega mea de bancă din ăştia patru ani a fost persoana care mi-a fost cea mai antipatică în prima zi de şcoală.Patru ani4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Am învăţat că uneori diferenţa dintre felul în care crezi tu că eşti şi felul în care te văd ceilalţi, poate fi uriaşă. Şi-n momentele ălea ajungi să te întrebi cine eşti. Să-ţi doreşti să ieşi din corpul tău şi să te examinezi îndeaproape. Să te descoperi. Să vezi cine are dreptate: tu sau ei?
Am învăţat că putem fi orice şi oricine vrem.
Am învăţat că nu suntem obligaţi să respectăm regulile, dar suntem obligaţi să suportăm consecinţele.
Am învăţat că vârsta nu se măsoară în ani.
Her PerfumeShe bites my lip, bites her ownHer Perfume4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there's something glorious about her
and the careless, controlled caress of her palms
I kiss the freckles, paled by maturity
beneath her autumn-eyes
and she smiles, oh God, she smiles.
I inhale the heady scent of her throat,
cigarettes and spice and that perfumed mist
she keeps in a vial of absynthe-green
beside the bed.
I wish my skin would melt
so that I could crawl into hers
and feel her pulse more clearly against my soul
I wonder how to explain this to her,
this dark-bright drowning in flames
like rough velvet
but I've lost my reason long ago
Instead, I stutter an incoherancy and she
she smiles, oh God, she smiles.
I knew she'd understand.
The Love Story You Don't TellThis is an insufferably stupid story, recounting the tale of normal boy and a weird girl, and how they did not fall in love. As is the case with all romance, it is fundamentally, innately, absurd.The Love Story You Don't Tell4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It opens with a girl, sixteen years old, caramel hair and green eyes, standing in the hallway of a small private school, holding her books for her Algebra Two class that she detests. One of her best friends, a freshman, says that her class will be getting a new kid. He is from England.
Our heroine cannot contain her boundless exuberance. Since time immemorial, she has been enamored with English accents, and, by extension, the people that possess them. She is very, very jealous of her friend.
This occurs on Friday. All through the weekend, she cannot stop thinking of him. She has always known that she will marry a British gentleman - or at least fall in love and have hot sex with one, not necessarily in that order.
And so, when Monday arrives, she despairs when she does not see him in the morn
Marturisire...- Nu ai văzut niciodatăMarturisire...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
- Nu ai văzut niciodată. Eşti orb. Nu ai văzut cum tremuram prima dată când ne-am întâlnit, sau cum încercam să leg o conversaţie cu tine. Nu ai văzut cum te priveam atunci când stăteai la câţiva metri de mine şi ascultai muzică; şi nici cum mi-am aplecat ochii când privirile noastre s-au întâlnit. Nu ai văzut cum râdeam cu atâta poftă când ai venit cu mine să mă schimb. Şi eu eram în baie, şi tu în cameră pe pat. Şi ţi-am spus "Dacă mi-ar fi zis cineva acum trei luni că pe vremea asta o să fiu în Vama Veche, în baie schimbându-mă iar tu o să fi de partea cealaltă a uşii purtând cu mine o conversaţie despre mâncare i-aş fi zis că delirează". Nu ai văzut cum m-am înroşit c
Celloyou delicately rub my stringsCello4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
imagining the music within
tighter, looser, finding the perfect sound
that will make me sing
I feel your bow dance across me
releasing my soul
soft at first, ever so light
I'm dazzled by your touch
the need for more aches my body
and stiffens my wood
I resonate all that is you
as you fulfill my demand
you play me harder and faster
making such noise
as would make the gods jealous !
you've made me a fountain of notes
bursting in the air,
waxing and waning with your motion
I feel your every thought
as you pour yourself into me
the last note echoes for a moment longer
as you finish your song and cradle me in your arms
Raspunsuri.Răspunsurile sunt cărţi de joc ce zac pe asfalt,Raspunsuri.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pe care le cauţi când vrei să câştigi,
pe care le găseşti când deja ai pierdut,
pe care le pierzi când deja nu-ţi mai pasă.
Răspunsurile sunt cărţi de joc
dar niciodată cartea de care ai nevoie.
Răspunsurile sunt întrebări fără semne de întrebare.
SentimenteBrusc, somnu-ti este intreruptSentimente8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Te cobori usor pe-un gand abrupt
Ma cauti din priviri, din soapte
Imbratisata de acel amar fior
Speriata, te-a urmarit o intreaga noapte
In jur totul pare mai mult decat pustiu
Deja de-al meu zambet ti-e dor
Deja printre ale tale ganduri simti un gol
Intunericul te saruta prea timpuriu
Nelinistea furia-ti trezeste; atingi aerul orbeste
Din neant o umbra-ti rapeste atentia
Sunt eu? Un moment da. Si totusi nu…
Doar o a mintii inchipuire.
Al meu chip e deja pierdut
Printre mii si mii de imagini nepasatoare
Nici lacrimile care-si fac un drum predefinit
Nici tipetele asurzitoare
Nici rugile catre un zeu ipocrit, nimic
Nu te apropie de cel care iti era aproape la greu, eu
Te doare, te apasa, sa stii ca esti dependenta de mine
Te ucide incet, sa stii ca sunt departe de tine
Din a ta lume dementa incerci sa evadezi
Poate asa ma gasesti, dar in zadar; nu reusesti
O noua obsesie iti creezi.
Sunt doar una din celelalte? Oare?
E mai mult. Nu e doar o dorinta. Inca
Day after day...Nobody really understood me,Day after day...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was an outcast at every school,
I always chose to be different,
And so the children decided to be cruel.
There was just one person,
She was my only friend,
The only person I could trust,
The only person which I could depend.
Soon she was my world,
The only one I saw,
She was my true best-friend
The one I would die for.
We spent all our time together,
So I no longer felt numb,
She laughed at all my jokes,
And met my foster mum.
We became inseparable,
I loved her like a sister,
But all too soon she was gone,
And oh how I missed her.
It turns out she had cancer,
And she suffered all alone,
My poor little sister,
My poor little Joan...
My mind tortures me with images,
Of her red rosy cheeks,
The pain is unbearable,
And my body silently shrieks.
People come and talk to me,
But I don't try to care,
All my brain will think about,
Is how much pain it can bear.
My eyes ran out of tears,
As they had all flown away,
My head is constantly pounding,
Day after day.
In The EndThe broken baseIn The End4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shattered memories have broken the glass
While the lost petals drown around
My heart floods the floor
The rose has died alone...
And in the end
I still love you
Will you be there?
When I need you most?
Will you embrace me...
Will you be there in the dark
When hope has faded from my eyes
When the map leads me nowhere...
The pen and paper
Lie taunting me
The letters I wrote
The envelopes never sent
However, a song lay by the side
It may be
That I still love you
Will you protect me from the pouring rain
Will you tell me it'll be ok
When everything is lost
Will you be the one to calm my broken mind?
Will you be there as light
When hope has faded from my eyes...
Will the map guide me to a safe place?
And I cant believe
It all came to an end
On a quiet night
Like the one where I stroll the deserted shores
I still remember when
We held hands
I wrote you poems and gave you a golden rose
We slept, dreamt and flew
Will we get there..
Before I forget your embrace..
Revino maine...Revino mâine..Revino maine...5 years ago in Open More Like This
căci azi îngrămădesc oceane de fictiune-n ..
palme de visare.
S-astup cu ele găurile înspumate..
coclite-n cheaguri de mustrare.
căci august e ratiune..
E mugur de strădanie-n plata..
Revino-n glorie ..
nu-n anse demiurne..
nu-n flăcări de minciune..
..nu-n ochi de muritor.
căci poarta nu-i deschisă-n tepi de mandoline crude.
căci azi nu-s marjă de ratiune..
nici colt de moliciune...
War NoteShe has not gotten his noteWar Note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Safe next to his heart
When the bullet went through the flesh
Rupturing bone and veins
Cries of metal and sand
Wet scarlet running down his skin
She has not gotten his note yet.
Ghosts crying in the rain
Honor pouring on the battlefield
Securing her future
Sacrifice: the Holy Grail
Bodies falling down like stars
Screams of pure strength
Anger boiling over to the enemy
[If I fall
You will know
My spirit will cry love
And the moon will bleed with me]
Dancing was such a memory
Holding her hand
Flashings of their life
As explosions shake the fragile Earth
All the things he never told her
All the things she never told him
Untold stories will fly on the wind
Tonight Angels are busy
Guardians keeping them safe
Has he fallen...
If you get this,
I am sorry for not being there
To you my heart I gave
With you my soul will forever live
I've fought for our future
And our children's wellbeing
I am sorry