Today, I AmI am bitter todayToday, I Am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's no way she loved me like she said
She wouldn't have left me if she did
I am sorry today
I know she loved me all along
And I hate that I thought otherwise yesterday
I am longing today
I saw two lovers walking down the street
And I wished she and I could take their places
I am content today
I dreamed about her
And in my dream, she was happy
I am frightened today
I wished I were dead
I've never wished that before
I am empty today
I cried about her until my friends dropped by
And I had to hide my tears because they've never seen me cry
And I think it would scare them
I am angry today
I saw a USMC recruiter
And I wanted to grab him by the lapels and shake him
And make him bring her home
But, of course, she's Air Force and a marine's not going to help much
I also don't think recruiters have much pull in the chain of command.
Especially in a completely different branch of the service...
Sometimes I see soldiers on leave and I want to ask them if they've seen h
Lackland"Drop it,"Lackland3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You drop it,"
"I'm the one with the gun, missy,"
"Yeah, and your jugular's right under my knife," I press a little harder, showing him how much I mean it.
"Do I look infected to you?"
"Never was much for killing kids," He mutters, lowering the shotgun he'd had trained on my chest. He drops it carefully and nudges it towards me with one foot.
"I'm not a kid," I tell himnot whining, just telling. I don't pick up the shotgun, just kick it a little farther away from him. Not as if I've ever known how to handle a gun, anyway. I'm more likely to shoot my foot off before I hit anything.
After a few second's consideration, I take my knife from his throat. I don't think I could kill him, anyway, and he seems much more friendly without his gun. "My name's S"
"Nono names," he cuts across my introduction. "Doesn't matter who you are, does it?"
"Where're you from?" Again, he overrides me, but he does it in an amiable
Most MorningsMost nights, I can't sleepMost Mornings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not unless I arrange the blankets
Somehow I manage to mimic
The shape of her body
But I can't recreate
Or the way her chest
Moved softly against my back
With every measured
Most nights, I wake up
And she's not here
Maybe she got up
To get a drink of water
And I don't even know
How long she's been gone
But somehow I know
That she's never
Going to come back to bed
And if I would just reach over
And touch her side of the bed
I would know it was cold
But I'm afraid
I don't want to know she's gone
I don't want to know I can't have her back
And I'll fall asleep again
But most mornings,
I'll wake up thinking
She's still here
And I'll lie there
For just a moment
Wondering where she's gone
And then I begin to wonder
How long I've been alone
I Carry Your HeartBefore you left you said your heart was mine to keep.I Carry Your Heart3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I promise to look after it for you until you get back, I amended, and that's when you swore that you wouldstillalways [never say that you didn't] love me.
And I always trusted you['d come back to me].
I carried your heart close to my own, hopingsecretly to keep it [safe, to keep it whole,] forever.
You always had so much heart. A vibrance. A wildness. I love[d that about] you. I hated to think that a uniform and a rifle could crush that out of you.
I hate that somebody tried.
And I hate that they might have succeeded, too.
Because I was right to trust you in some ways, I guess. You came back long enough to say goodbye. And you [never] told me you [didn't] loved me. You merely asked me to hate you, instead.
Maybe it was in that moment when you hung up the phone, I [could barely hear the click as your line, crackling with static,] went dead. And when I looked for your heart next to mine, I couldn't find it anymore
He's gonna' hate meThe quirks and phobias of Aces (Jasper):He's gonna' hate me2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Falling in love-- he's afraid of getting too committed with something then having it leave him. Hence his womanizing qualities. (Philophobia)
Ventriloquist Dummies-- he hates how lifelike they look and how well they can talk. (automatonophobia)
Being buried alive-- when he was young, he found a book. It foretold of an adventurous lad who wandered and fell into an open grave, being buried alive. That scarred him for life (Taphophobia)
Rejection-- yepp, Aces is terrified of the thought that he might get rejected one day. That's why he's trying to sweep Spades off her feet. (Athazagoraphobia)
Staying Single-- even though he's afraid of falling in love, he still wants to be loved. (Anuptaphobia)
Insanity-- yeah, he's seen some of the people hauled off to the loony bin. He doesn't want to be them at all (Dementophobia)
Puppets-- okay, so he doesn't like puppets in general (Pupaphobia)
Dolls-- . . . He hates small humanlike things, I'll leave
If I were a Sunflower Seed (Rochu Poem) If I were a Sunflower SeedIf I were a Sunflower Seed (Rochu Poem)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Hey Yao, if I were a sunflower seed
Would you let me grow?
Keep me out of the winter,
and away from the snow?
From you pure Chinese soil, and through the bladed grass,
I'd stand up tall with courage and so much class!
But when the seasons change, please keep me out of the withering cold.
Then I can stay by your side so we can both,
and grow forever old."
((This was made off of pure OTP feels, I love Rochu so much! It just popped up in my head while i was in school, so I had to write it down immediately! I am too atached to this pairing, I have a Serious PROBLEMMMMM HUUURRRRRR!!)) Enjoy! <3
Heaven for meOne day a girl asked me to,Heaven for me1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how would heaven be for you?
And now I guess is the time,
to describe my version of the divine.
When I step trough the mists,
my body will be healed of every cyst.
I will be fit strong and wise,
my eyes will clear and I will tell no lies.
All around me clouds there will be,
and the mighty Bifrost I will see.
On the bridge Heimdal and I will meet,
we will salute and as brothers greet.
Then towards Asgaard's pines I will run,
my smilodon shape will onlookers stun.
Leaping trough the forest floor,
each leap cleans my soul of it's flaws.
At the edge of the pines I will see,
The walls of Valhalla waiting for me.
Trough the great battle I charge,
slaying all in my smilodon arch.
Even clawing my way trough a dragon and a tank,
with each kill, I their spirits do thank.
As the sun decents the battle stops,
one more training completed before Ragnarok.
With the risen warriors I walk towards the doors,
I look around and see the ones I killed before
BoxesI don't like boxes.Boxes1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
So when i say:
"I can be a guy and lesbian."
Then so be it.
loss is nothing.you sit there, and you write about your problems that tear you up because well what is there to write about it, if problems weren't a muse, poetry would be emotionless like a leaf that's lost it's colour, there's nothing there. it's all empty. i used to be able to write about you before my insides caved in, i didn't need to write much because you were tugging at the strings beneath the skin. it's different now, because everything changes and little do we know - people are actually human and need to be loved, i'm not saying it's bad to forget, of course we all forget. skeletons are pretty if you think about it, but we're all the same, you do not love me, what is it about my differences that put me down on the inferior borderline?loss is nothing.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think maybe we all feel better after it rains, if the sky can let it out, what's stopping you. the amount of times i've tried so hard to hold onto the beauty that are tears, it never works, they flow like a river being cradled in the arms of a miracle. nothin
What If What ifWhat If2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything you knew was a lie?
What if you were in the middle of a conversation, an afternoon stroll, when
you wake up. Tied to a chair, in a bed, whatever.
What if you found out everything you ever knew was a
If everyone you ever knew were a
What if you were to find out that your entire life had been a
Maybe in reality, there's no such thing as religion.
No such thing as art.
No such thing as education.
No such thing as happiness, or love, or joy.
No such thing as friendship.
What if all of our brains are hooked up to a network run by some psychopath?
Or maybe we're all in a coma.
Maybe we're all in eggs, and this life is just what we think up before we hatch.
Maybe when we die, we're reborn as aliens.
I know. Sounds pretty far fetched. We can't prove that it's right at all. But let me ask you a question.
Can you prove that it's wrong either?
POEM 10: no emotionif they say you died todayPOEM 10: no emotion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wouldn't shed a tear
you stripped me of all emotion
so i just stare and sneer
my eyes are bleak and dull now
the ones you always called so bright
i just stare off into space now
and cringe away from the life
I've been stripped all emotion
of all my feelings and desires
so i sit back and watch the flames
of your burning funeral pier
6: little toybe good little toy6: little toy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and do as i say
if your on your best behavior
we can have a little play
but now you're a broken toy
just lying on the floor
you made me mad you shouldn't have
now your locked behind closed doors
i sew you up
and put you back
on the very top shelf
your hair a pretty jet black
The devil's name is Ana,And I can't get it out of my head.The devil's name is Ana,2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Night WindsMoon rises and stars come out.Night Winds2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A voice carries out on the winds of north;
I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
Silence echoes around the forlorn darkness somehow; it whispers in my ear and I try to push them away; vanquish them; make them disappear. I mouth the words but I have no voice; the binds around my throat have tightened too much.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
That crimson color I despise so strongly flashes open as my eyes widen with realization.I shut them and the crimson color disappears. But it soon returns.
Insanity. Psychopathy. Captivity. That voice.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
The madness returns and I cannot fight it. The ears lower; the tail flicks to and fro; and they slide open again. Those eyes with that horrible crimson-red dye to it. The animal takes over and I lose my reason. I plead inside.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
I close in on it, that thing, that disgrace to nature.
Your voice brings me back to reality; it banishes the demon an
VagueI hide behind a mask of my own selves;Vague2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then you don't know which of all of them I really am for a moment.
BonesBroken hearts and broken bones.Bones2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crumbling down, a wall of stones.
Built so high to fall apart.
Too worn down to restart.
Voices sing and voices cry;
Too scared to live, too scared to die.
Crumbling down my walls of stones.
My broken heart, and broken bones.
What Goes Around Comes AroundWhat Goes Around Comes AroundWhat Goes Around Comes Around2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As you know I love working with happy tree friends in my stories. ^^ I also love creating morals for my stories, a lesson in learning small things that come around more often then you think. So anyway this story goes out to my younger sister she's been waiting long enough xP so let me get started.
As always Pippy is the only possible babysitter for Maple and she was taking care of her and her friends whilest each of the kids parents were out.
Pippy: ok everyone you all can play nice in the backyard, while I make you kids some snacks
Roxi: ok miss Pippy ^^ and thank you very much
Maple: *in her head* what a kiss up >.>
Spike and Slice also thank Pippy
Pippy: no problem ^^ now you all have fun and play nice ok?
Maple: you already said that...sheesh -.-
Pippy: just making sure
All the kids run outside and start suggesting random games to play.
Roxi: let's play freeze tag!
Slice: Let's play soccer *had a small soccer ball in his hand*
He Loves Me NotHe loves me,He Loves Me Not2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He loves me not,
Burn the flower,
He totally forgot
Pick the petals until they bleed,
Watch the leaves crumple, recede,
There's nothing left but the flickering flame,
And the desire to assign blame
Everything That's Wrong With MeI'm a dreamer drifting in black and white,Everything That's Wrong With Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a warrior with nothing left to fight,
I'm a star on a cloudy night,
I'm a whisper with no responder in sight...
I'm the sun behind a cloud,
I'm on low volume when I wanna be loud,
I'm a dancer that's already bowed,
I'm a solitary figure in a crowd...
I'm everything that's wrong with me,
I'm nothing that I wanna be,
I'm a person who cannot bleed,
I'm a writer that cannot read...
I'm a flower, late bloomer,
I'm a terrible procrastinator,
I'm a poem that doesn't rhyme,
I'm the clock that never tells time...
LighteningI wear copper jewellery,Lightening2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Because I hear it conducts electricity,
I hope one day I get struck by lightening,
And the pain of the lightening,
Will take all of mine away,
If one day I get stuck by lightening,
Nothing else will ever be so frightening
As the lightening,
And I'll never have to face another day,
I wear copper jewellery,
I stand in the storm and pray,
That someday, the lightening,
Will come and take my life
Staring At A Blank White WallActually it's not blank at allStaring At A Blank White Wall2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's patterns have me quite enthralled
Dream I HadThere's a world in the city,Dream I Had2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Through a portal in the sky,
The world is made of magic,
A land where all the houses fly,
The night sky is a china plate,
A baby doll told me a story,
About how one day it might break.
First time I went there I was only six years old,
A lady told me to pick a house,
Imagine whatever I wanted,
and I would find it all inside.
I went there again in a dream last night.
My bed room hadn't changed since my last visit,
Styled like a 1920's hotel,
And there where all my favourite porcelain dolls,
Gathering dust upon the shelves.
On the bed a big thick book,
Thousands of pages of different stories,
Have to be careful when you're reading it,
Or you'll get sucked inside,
(back in the day this happened many a time)
Still I flipped open a page at random,
And there was that doll again,
She warned me it was urgent,
If I didn't take action soon,
The sky was sure to fall,
So I fixed up the cracks in the china plate sky,
It was an incredible adventure,
But like a visit to th
GodfuckingdamnitEvery day I fight the urge to set myself on fire,Godfuckingdamnit2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Only remedy I've found so far is getting even higher.
A Girl Named...Hello liar,A Girl Named...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
strange to hear your voice again,
but I'm not surprised.
are you really that thick?
don't you remember
that you make me sick?
could you please shut your eyes,
so that maybe, just maybe,
I'll see through your disguise.
remember how you ruined my life?
Of course you don't,
go eat a knife.
I'm doing well today, thanks,
please go away,
you're causing me angst.
I hope to not see you around,
I hide so I can't see you
and you can't see me.
My pupils just might widen,
but not in a loving way,
like a predator,
stalking its prey.
Thank you liar,
you've ruined my relationship with my family,
with my friends,
burn in hell.