Journey To HappinessJourney To Happiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The deeping twilight silence heard
In the whispers of a half dreamed word,
With new moon in a dreamless sleep
And sun, nostalgic vigil keeps.
The black-red light, a pulsing flood.
The ocean sky, from her virgin blood
That drains a living death, is born-
From the edge of time are softly called,
Two women walking, their sacred feet
On either side of the horizon meet.
One stares with eyes of burnished gold
And round her shapely figure holds
A robe of molten, blinding light,
Her face, in which, is hid from sight.
Each footstep burns an eternal road,
A tuneless song around her flows.
The growing things she once did mind
Have quickly withered, slowly died.
The other weeps from cloudy eyes,
A world of pain in each tear she cries.
Buried in a grey-mist gown,
Her face of steel, once more cast down.
Each footstep is a sodden march,
Her moaning wind is drifting past.
She regards her charges with a shifting frown,
All living things, she slowly drowns.
In the world upon the line,
We, between the tw
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
Cpt. Obvious walks into a barHe drinks.Cpt. Obvious walks into a bar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poker TalkPoker Talk6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How did it happen?
the blade across my arm
Did it press down hard?
I sliced smoothly for an hour
How did you lose so much blood?
I had no bandages
Just a GirlDon't call me perfectJust a Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I'm not
I make mistakes
I sing off key
I can't dance
If you have to call me
call me Baby
because I love it
when you do
If you have to tell me
tell me that you love me
because I always need
If you have to do
soft and gentle
like you always do
I want you to remember
this one thing:
I'm not perfect
I'm just a girl.
FearlessFearless3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The life you lead is unspoken
Write the words for the pages unwritten
You are the only one that can control what your future holds
Make the one who broke your heart beg to have you to come back
Don't hold a grudge
But let them know that their chances are fat
If your life was taken in snapshots
What would it look like?
Would you be proud of your past?
Or would you wish that you had taken your life to a whole new height?
Were you fearless?
Did you love even though you knew he would never be yours,
Or did you let the other monster have him,
While you got whatever was left
Make your presence memorable
And let your personality shine out luminously
Don't let others tell you what to do
And keep your promises as if you were sworn to secrecy
Raise your head high and keep it there proudly
Don't look down on others
Because when they are alone
They just might cry about it quietly
Who cares about your weight?
If someone judges you on that
Then they aren't worth your time anyway
ChaosIn the end, he completely gave in just as he promised he would. He had no comprehension of where they were, what time of day it was, or anything like that. That, or more likely he just didn't seem to care, still rummaging through the insane thoughts that collected in his mind. Order and chaos existed on a line that was rather easily crossed when it came to balance. Was he in chaos again? Or was it simply a new order? If it was chaos, then he didn't have to worry about what he could and could not do. In chaos, no one cared what you did, just as long as it was something that was chaotic period. On the other hand, if it was a new type of order, then he would simply obey the new world orders so that he may be able to live in peace while being able to do what he wanted at the same time. It felt like he was constantly drowning, hands of the unknown constantly pulling him down, leaving an odd muck of somesort that stuck to him like glue. In the end, he had no clue who was in control, and whoChaos3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
morbid solutionsthere's only minutes to midnight, and your stuff still remains boxed in my hallway. i can't make myself carry them all the way to the trash. they're heavy, but not as heavy as my heart.morbid solutions5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
the first box holds all the clothes you left at my appartment. i wore numerous of your shirts in the first month after you left. i cried the day the blue one stopped smelling like you, because i felt like i'd ruined what was left of you. i spilled coffee on the grey one with the black pin-stripes. you always spilled coffee on your clothes, so i guess i was just trying to make the shirt feel at home. i did not succeed, so that's why you'll find no coffee stains on it. i removed my traces.
the second box contains your books, your notes and the things that represented me. it holds a letter i wrote you once - when you were away on that business trip in chicago. i missed you so much. i shouldn't have, 'cause when you got home i found strings in your suitcase that certainly did not belong to your santana-guit
MutilationBlood dripping from my wrists,Mutilation8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coloring closed fists.
I let it bleed away
Until I see your pretty face.
And it all comes back,
I put up my mask,
Put on a show.
So they can let their worries go.
I carve the flesh
In hopes to forget.
I go to sleep
To find restless rest
In my morbid nest.
If push comes to shove
I'll tell the truth
Using the words you used
Or lack there of.
I burn the pain away,
Thinking of stupid things to say.
I'll blame it on laughs cracked
And immature acts.
I'll get laughs in return
While inside I still burn.
And memories of you
Still lay astrew.
The ten commandments of GamingThis is the 10 commandments of gaming. Every gamer should follow these very basic laws of gaming.The ten commandments of Gaming3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Thou shalt treat thy gaming platform like family.
2. Thine controller shalt not be desecrated nor destroyed.
3. Thou shalt not blame the internet lag unless it falls to the lowest level.
4. Thou shalt never cheat unless thine game has been beaten before (walkthroughs do not count.)
5. Thou shalt not pick on the n00bs (no matter how entertaining it is.)
6. Thou shalt not grief or spam.
7. Thou shalt take great care of thine discs/cartridges.
8. Games are to be shared with thine friends (unless thou friends are proven to be untrustworthy or careless.)
9. Games are precious and unique, no matter what platform or company they are produced under.
10. These commandments shalt be unalterable, so long as gaming remains within humanity and beyond.
Ruler of a Lonely KingdomOn the precipice of a lonely mountain of despair, I sit looking expectantlyRuler of a Lonely Kingdom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listless eyes, once full of the spark of life sweep across my tattered kingdom, searching for miserable company
From my throne of isolation I watch forlornly
As flames openly rebelled against bleak skyline, sparing not a thing
Long absent are the images of fleeing people, leaving only lonely streets
Ethereal voices are my only companions offering a misleading solace
A non-existant audience watches on with me as the morbid spectacle unfolds
As silently the vain city is consigned to Oblivion
I am truly Sovereign of the nothingness and the mocking silence is my domain
Seconds pass by as if they were eterneties in my boreal realm
and perpetual nightfall forever smothers the mortal day
Slowly, I too fade into the emptiness as the last shred of sanity is pried from my frost-bound fingers
Now apart of the dark contagion I wait for something that will never find me
Broken and forgotten like the rest of my hopeless empi
Pieces of Junk, UnsortedShelvesPieces of Junk, Unsorted8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It’s been over a decade since my parents first bought the house, but the garage looks as if it gets cleaned once every century. It may just be my imagination, but I’m sure that a colony - a community – of spiders lives in the farthest back reaches of that garage. Don’t blame them. It’s easy for a body to get lost in the musty air, the blank smell of dust and cement. Even the neighborhood squirrels know this, and exploit the never-sorted-through storage shelves during the winters.
The first time I saw my father cry, he had been talking to me and my brother out in the garage. A sunny day provided the backdrop as he had just been exchanging bitter words with my mother. We felt the discord, just as real as the dust motes in the air. Asked, like kids will, about his day, his friends, anything besides the pain in his face. We hoped he’d be able to smile and let the argument go. Just because we tried to laugh, doesn’t mean that
There is a girlThere is a girl with green eyes.There is a girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She paints a clown's face upon her skin.
Black for the eyes, peach for the skin, pink for the lips,
And of course, a big red nose to distract from any flaws.
There is a girl with brown hair who wears a costume.
Layers to cover up her past.
Skirts to hide her scars.
A sweater to keep her safe.
There is a girl with painted fingertips.
Blue for the water in her eyes.
Pink for the lust in her veins.
Sparkles for the talent she lacks.
There is a girl with glasses.
She remembers a time of frizzy hair and rejection from boys.
She remembers braces and recess and pimples.
She remembers when stepping on a scale made her sad.
She has fixed herself but the glasses remain.
There is a girl with a book.
Shiny heroes, identifiable villains, and happily ever after's leave her burning the midnight oil.
'Once upon a time's make her smile.
There is a girl with green eyes.
This girl is you.
This girl is the person to your left.
This girl is insecurities, first loves, pain,
I love....I love to cry in the rain so no one can see my tearsI love....3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I love to dance in the moon light so I can disappear
I love to cut so I can't disassociate
I love to say hello so no one knows I'm really saying good bye
I love to smile so no one can see the pain in my frown
I love to hide so no one can corrupt my thoughts
My mind is sacred a secret temple for the devil himself
To sew and stitch my wounds so I can rip them out thread by thread
I love to be called a liar so no one knows the truth behind my words
The End Of SummerThe end of summer is here.The End Of Summer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trees are dropping leaves,
it's that time of year.
There are no colors yet,
no gold or rust or red
so far just brown
and light yellow,
but they're on the way, I'd bet.
In the morning there's a nip in the air
our breath can be seen.
It looks like cold weather
and no inbetween.
Will there be an Autumn?
Or will it start to snow?
Will it get warm again?
Indian Summer, you know.
I guess I'll have to wait
I guess we'll have to see.
Won't you come around
and wait with me?
WriteWhat makes you feel alone?Write5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is the demon that you fight?
Where is your imagination taking you?
I suggest that you write.
Write your thoughts and your fears.
Write about those that you hold dear.
Write of love and write of hate.
Write about sex and write of fate.
Let your imagination take flight
Start a book, dear one, tonight.
Away, away, oh wayward windAway, away, oh wayward wind Away, away, oh wayward wind4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've had enough of your finesse!
Why try to lift her silken skirt
And not just ask her to undress?
Oh I suppose it's not your fault
For after all, you have no choice.
We must make do with what we have
And though you breathe, you have no voice.
And b'sides all that, you lack a form
A shape to which girls can relate.
I'm sorry, mate it's sad but true:
You mystics share a lonely fate.
Well, darling wind, let's strike a deal
Why don't you leave the lass to me?
Go try to court the leaves instead
I'm off to ask her out for tea.