VenusVenus8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon this moonless night I stare
At the stars dancing in the sky,
Forming shapes and wonders only compared-
To the light shining in your eyes.
A glow of red in the sea of white,
Captures my exploring gaze,
What I see on this star-spotted night
Is the faint glow, of Venus's Light.
Venus the Roman Goddess of Love,
Said to hold beauty beyond compare
Good for her the Romans never met you,
For thou are much more fair.
So on this moonless night I sit
With all these wonders before me,
But neither the Gods of old nor the sky of new
Could ever, rival you.
Eye of BeautyEye of Beauty8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I stare into some of the warmest eyes
I have ever seen
I'm entranced by these eyes that look
Blue yet strangely, green
Brown silk forms the frame
For thine angel face
A smile to make a god weep with joy
And dab his tears with delicate lace
This is the vision of beauty
That now stands before me
As regal as any queen
But insisting I not go to a knee
Compassion I see in these amazing eyes
She sits and tells me I have worth
So deep into her eyes I look
And consider the thought seriously with out mirth
I forgot to forget you.I forgot to forget you.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once you told me you didn't like the way I curl myself towards you
And that I shouldn't walk with my feet facing the other because it was childlike
I took the long way home that night thinking about what you said, staring at my feet
Forcing them to point forward. Every time they disobeyed I pinched myself till my thighs were anesthetized,
So now I cant feel my legs.
Ive always written the words youve said to me and posted them around my room,
I'd bite my lip, as the sun hit the L in useless,
Us-(e)-less. Imaging the way the words rolled off your tongue
That day I found you sitting on the edge of my bed reading your words,
The sunlight hit your nose as you stared at that L in useless.
Your top lip quivered as your bottom lip cringed
You pulled them down
I called you the next day,
You had the voice of last years cough
And your phone
Dying CandleDying Candle - Part 1Dying Candle8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A candle dies out.
Another love has failed.
Emotions lost in doubt.
The pain, as if to be nailed.
Thos who have cheated.
Those who have lied.
Only to be repeated.
Not learning from what died.
It can be again lit.
But the chances are low.
This failure brings a fit.
Heart tangled like a bow.
Time has now passed.
Lovers have come and gone.
So many times harrased.
Life lived as a con.
True love is faked.
Pain from the lies.
At the heart, claws rake.
In the night, come the cries.
So weak and alone.
Now near the end.
They let out a moan.
No reason to defend.
One last love.
The mind clouded with lust.
No more gifts from above.
No one left to trust.
The candle now rest.
Smoke rise as remain.
Pain in the breast.
A flame now bane.
All loves were fake.
Each pleasure, now forgot.
They lay, no longer awake.
Their body now rot.
The pain is over.
False love was the cause.
Their eyes, now sober.
A sound of applause.
The stage was set.
A body, now lax.
They lost the
Do YouIts not fairDo You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still love you
When you have moved on
You lost my name
So carefree now
you werei.you were6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were lying stretched on the couch, with a lit cigarette hanging out of your perfectly shaped mouth, as i went through your drawing folder.
why dont you ever draw people smiling? i asked.
i dont know, you replied in a mumble, no one smiles for me.
i sighed, and just continued quietly looking through your pictures.
i wanted to tell you that i did, but i stopped myself.
i know you would have ignored me,
or said something like no, stop, or dont.
you said those words often. no. stop. dont.
you once told me you liked taking photographs so you wouldnt forget.
you said: if i dont take pictures and document
the time we spend together, then ill just forget.
no, Im not.
i knew you would say that.
because its true.
i ran out of words to say to you.
i ran out of
Call for HelpCrimson tearsCall for Help9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fall to the floor.
Blunted knife on
Young girl's skin.
She feels so alone,
Deserted by her kin.
As the blood
She collapses silently,
On her bed.
A lonesome corpse
In the light of morn.
A young girl's life
Is free with the dawn.
This desperate act,
Of fatal self harm,
Was a call for help,
Engraved in her arm.
GirlGirl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you remember the night
we made sand castles in the dark
and blew bubbles
and watched kites skip and spin
under the new moon
and we lit sparklers
under the pier
where the fishermen
pulled in their copper nets
full of silver fish
cradled brown paper bags
in their arms like wanton lovers
and we counted stars
and drank plum wine
until we were dizzy
and rode the ferris wheel
and told stories
that made us laugh and cry
until we went weak
in the knees
and you kissed me hard
and tasted like sin and apples
and I undressed your heart
and we made love in the sand
until we could not move
and I promised I would never leave....
FailedI feel like I'm rotting insideFailed9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my words are empty and meaningless
How can the world treat us like this?
A fair chance
our own place in society
what a lie!
We're nothing in the eyes of humanity
just flies on the wall
left to crawl until it's our time to die.
Why can't I do more
to save us from ourselves?
I feel that I've failed you
that all my efforts weren't enough....
Please don't come baring bad news
I could not handle that
I just couldn't accept it
but I fear I have lost the fight
The beginning of a life-long war...
VisitorI am so very sorry,Visitor6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I do not have time to talk to you.
So sit on the couch
and stay out of my way.
I have to
The house has to be clean,
for I have a visitor coming.
And so the house has to be in tip-top shape.
Oh, please dont try to help!
Youll just get in the way.
I do not have time for mistakes.
I have to write letters to my family,
telling how much I love them.
I have to make sure the dog
has enough food and water.
Would you like to adopt him?
Please just be quiet.
I do not have time for questions.
I have to get dress.
The visitor is almost here.
Its a quarter til three.
Did the doorbell just ring?
Why do you look so surprise
as I answer the door?
Who do you think would visit me on a Sunday?
Why, the visitor is Death.
Dressed in black,
skeleton hands holding a gleaming scythe.
He wouldve visited yesterday,
but he had others to attend to.
Hes a very busy man err, skeleton.
Well, Im off now.
closer1.closer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she kept the christmas tree
up well past march and its a
broken and sad
the words, no one understood.
but the silence.
and i hum in this
empty house and
echoes. the phone
keeps ringing and i
say. i say:
and you say:
don't. just --
but here i am and
there. there you are.
your face as delicate
as your tears today. and
i touch you as if
you're a paper boat,
about to float away. and i
around your thoughts,
afraid i'll wake
my clothes smell like
you. my skin
smells like you. and
there is a dead tiger
in my bed. we're
an electrical storm
exploding in the sky and
i don't think i've
ever loved you more.
fluturii albastrii "taci! te roooog! taci! inchide-ti ochii aia sparti de somn, si rupe-ti pielea. musca-ti buzele sarate si uscate, pana le umezesti in sange. ce-ar fi sa mori? ar fi mai usor pentru amandoua. stiai? uita-te cum areti! te vezi? te vezi macar? vrei sa te descriu?!? uite, am s-o fac chiar daca nu ma lasi! te urasc! mori! te implor! mori!"fluturii albastrii6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
in fata oglinzii...
cu mainile uscate, tremura ridicand o foarfeca. cu lamele ruginite, in loc sa-ti tai parul, ajungi sa-l smulgi, ramanand cu smocuri de par in mana. ridici tigara, in reluare, tragand in piept un fum lung si apasat. uiti sa-l mai eliberezi... egoisto! il ti in tine! ai impresia ca fiecare fum e EL?!? ca-l vei tine langa tine, daca-l legi? daca-l inchizi?
ai gresit, fraiero! l-ai pierdut. ai vrut sa-l ajuti, si-ai
Jurnalul ConteseiE noapte si ticaitul ceasului se aude foarte apasator. Cainii latra si trasurile umbla val-vartej catre case. Luna nu apare pe cer intrucat e innorat. Se pare ca maine va ploua tomnatec desi suntem in luna martie. La geamul unei ferestre sta o lumanare groasa si scursa, ce lumineaza tocul aurit al penitei si hartia galbuie ce inghite cerneala. Penita se misca cu viteza fiind animata de o mana firava, alba, cu degete lungi. Mana se misca duios dand nastere la cel mai frumos scris din cate s-a vazut.Jurnalul Contesei6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
La acel birou de langa fereastra nu sta nimeni altcineva decat Contesa ce isi deapana gandurile de peste zi. In fiecare noapte o putem zari la biroul ei bogat ornamentat, scriind de zor cele mai ascunse traiti si sentimente, cele mai tainice intamplari. Scrisul ei caligrafic ascunde in el trairi si emotii neimportante sau importante, care ii schimba viata in bine sau in rau... toata povestea ei salasluieste pe niste bucati de hartie neinsemnificative...
Intotdeauna cand luna dispare de pe ce
buna. ma numesc andreisi uite-ma aici, asternand un suflet pe foaie...buna. ma numesc andrei6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
ma numesc andrei, am douazeci si patru de ani, sunt ardelean si nu-mi pasa. sunt casatorit de un an, cu andreea, o alta ardeleanca caruia ii pasa de acest lucru si uraste ungurii.
la cinspe' ani, intrasem la un liceu bun si eram nevoit sa fac naveta din tarnaveni pana in targu mures. colegii mei aratau ciudat, de fapt erau niste ciudati cu fite si pretentii. primii doi ani au trecut ca vantul: am inceput sa ies cu lumea, apoi m-am bagat intr-o trupa locala de rock.
la saptespe' ani, am cunoscut-o pe andreea. mergem la repetitii,cu restul trupei. ea era in statie, astepta autobuzul. colegul meu ovidiu intrase in vorba cu ea. se cunosteau.
a trecut o luna, in care ne-am tot vazut, fara sa ne vorbim. imi zambea tot timpul, pana intr-o seara. eram mai multi la masa si ea s-a asezat langa mine. n-am facut cunostinta, ne stiam deja. apoi brusc s-a apropiat de mine si-am sarutat-o. s-a tras, iar eu, abia apoi observand ca se intinse spre anca,
Business MeetingBusiness Meeting6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first tease
Of legs delicately crossed at the ankles,
Leading to graceful curves
Smartly sheathed in silk
And heels skimming the floor
Where my eyes kept straying
Along with my attention.
Each phrase a flick of your tongue
Over words heard by all in the room
But a private message
Only I could interpret..
I took your meaning from your lips
And found its taste
Something to haunt me.
That soft laugh of confidence in your eyes
And the dare that brushed your lips
In a rich ache
That begged to be soothed
Into something wicked.
It all started with a kiss
The soft play of my lips
Against the delicate arch of your jaw
Where skin meets smile
In warm petals,
Coaxed in a lazy coil of your charms.
What did you wager on my surrender?
For surely you felt it coming
Like the sweetest sins that linger
On the soft claim of your heart.
Little Redheads We were sitting across from each other, but staring out the window at the squares of blue sky streaked grey. In his hands, a Christmas card. No picture of the husband and kids. We had ordered one for him, and now it was sitting on the kitchen counter like a reminder, next to the leftover envelopes and my favorite writing pen.Little Redheads6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Its cold out, today, I mentioned. I reasoned that he probably wasnt taken outside every day.
I can tell.
Weather man says it should be warming up again soon though. Some Christmas. I was at a loss. Janie with her soccer, Shawn with his debate team, and Kerry with her artwork and the show at school. They were easy for small talk, and their activities kept me from hav
pentru o clipa. perfectasi stiu cum e sa fii depresiva. sa cazi intr-o groapa atat de adanca. sa continui sa cazi, fara sa atingi vreodata pamantul. obosesti asteptand contopirea cu lutul. dar nu mai ajungi. continui sa cazi in tine.pentru o clipa. perfecta6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
si cazi din vis in realitate, si uiti ca te doare caderea. ai un vag sentiment de cadere continua, dar nu stii de la ce vine. te simti slabita, fara viata, pana si lacrimile care-ti sapa santuri in obraz, devin seci si reci.
te urasti atat de tare, incat iti vine sa te autodistrugi, sa iti iei viata. detii controlul asupra ta si vrei sa pui capat, insa nu te lasa ei. te gandesti mereu ca n-ai sa mai vezi vreodata zambetul celei mai bune prietene, n-ai sa te mai certi vreodata cu el, n-ai sa mai auzi niciodata "te iubesc", n-ai sa mai fumezi vreodata o tigara, n-ai sa te mai trezesti pe drumuri departe de casa.
dar vei fi mereu pe un drum, departe de toti, atat de singura. va trebui sa mergi pe jos pana la salvare, insa salvarea nu exista. doar intuneric si frica.
ramai in viata,
Hush - PrefaceHush - Preface6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I have a secret, and as secrets go, I cannot tell a single soul. More importantly I can never tell one person, my boyfriend. Where do I begin? What really started all of this? There had to be something that triggered all of it. Something is there, buried deep down in my memory, that began all the pain. But, what is it? Somewhere along the lines a rift started to form in my heart. Now my heart is in war zone and I am trying my hardest to stay afloat in the sea of pain and emotions, but most of the time I feel myself sinking. Water fills my lungs and I go under into the darkness of the water. Sometimes I dont even get a chance to close my eyes and brace myself. Darkness surrounds me all of a sudden and takes me over. The water is a cold place to be gasping for breath. How do I start to explain that when there wasnt a sole gunshot that started this war within in me? Started this war with the people closest to me?
My life now can accurately be depicted as a dam of troubles. All
accident"rafale de sirene, picaturi de sange si furtuni de vise sfaramate intr-un nisip gol, format din mucuri de tigarete" - asa mi-as descrie viata, inecata intr-un bol de sticla mata.accident6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Lara! trezeste-te! te roog! LARA!"
urlam la mine tinandu-mi trupul in bratele incolore.
intre cioburile geamurilor, imbracaminte patata, arsa si imprastiata, el ii cauta trupul, sau mai bine spus sufletul. o gasi atat de repede, insa era o problema pentru el: ea inca respira, si-si jurase ca nu-i va face niciodata vreun rau. acum o vroia atat de mult incat aproape isi uita juramantul. se apleca peste trupul inca insufletit si adulmeca mirosul ei imbibat in sange.
"LARA! trezeste-te! e de rau! te roooog! trezeste-te acum"
ochii larei se deschisera bursc. privea fix prin fantasma fetei lui, direct spre cerul alb inecat in fumul incendiului. trase aerul poluat in piept si incerca sa se ridice. dar fata ei se lovi de un obiect invizibil si rece... de fata lui. buzele lui ii impingeau lacom, fruntea spr
Falling From Grace-songIve been clinging onto you for so long,Falling From Grace-song6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That when I try to live without you, I cant breathe.
Oh, you make everything better, whole.
I cant believe how you turn my world around
But all good things, must come to an end, they say,
And I know this wont last.
Itll break my heart and shatter my soul,
And Ill cry .
And Im falling .
Im falling from grace
I look in the mirror and I see my falling tears.
And my heart crumbles as I think of what you said
You lied to me,
You told me wed be together forever.
And now youre gone
And Im losing my mind altogether.
And I cant bear,
The thought of us not being together
And I cant help
Feeling this way and crying, oh,
Ill cry .
Ill cry .
And Im falling
Im falling oh
yeah Im falling
Im falling from grace
a trecut ceva vreme... abia atunci am realizat ce s-a intamplat...a trecut ceva vreme...5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
nu dormisem de 36 de ore, iar corpul meu tanjea dupa o masa copioasa, dar degeaba. am mancat apoi am vomat totul. nu reuseam sa ma tin pe picioare, iar corpul meu tremura din maduva oaselor. apoi totul a devenit confuz, colorat, negru.
mergeam spre scoala, intr-o zi tare urata. urata din toate punctele de vedere. era o vreme posomorata, prea frig, iar zapada era inghetata pe drumuri.
cheful meu de ore era mult prea mic pentru a si ajunge in clasa. am renuntat fugind in cafeneaua de langa faculta. m-am intalnit cu cativa prieteni, am asistat la ultimile barfe din lumea cotidiana, sorbind din cafeaua mea amara.
am simtit o vaga aroma de iarba proaspat uscata, in aer, neintelegand de unde venea. am fost servita cu un joint, pe care l-am refuzat cu greu. trebuia sa renunt la viciul meu, asa ca... pana la urma am fumat cu ei.
m-am decis sa merg macar la ultimele doua ore, asa ca am luat-o la fuga pe scari.
barbati, o gramada de b
Vampiric LoveBlood lust for you,Vampiric Love6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your crimson heart.
Your bleeding tongue,
feeding on my heart.
I dream of you,
your crimson tears.
Your onyx eyes.
Your carnal fears.
I'd die for
your crimson love
you dark nightmares,
your vampiric love..
wanderlust.00. she was afraid if she held him for too long, shed lose this feeling the rise and collapse of weak lungs, butterflies numbing her brain and tricking her vowels into slurs, hearts flooding and spilling over into messy red and white pools of affection.wanderlust.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
01. shes all eyelashes, splintered bones and eager dreams, while hes just newspaper print, rough lips and hopelessness. they met in the turbulent center of a hurricane, swept up in disaster and lost in the redorange flames of another blazing skyline.
02. forever was seven letters too many, three syllables too close to smothering him. words didnt matter to her anyway, shed much rather have his fingers rack her ribcage in the rhythm of could-be verbs and his cumulus eyes lock her into a cloudy state of moving and being, of acting and re-acting, of loving and being loved.
forever was whispered between inches of flesh and heat, between bedsheets and silk.
03. he hates even numbers and speaks in ru
aleargaimi place cand alerg, dar nu-mi place sa alerg.alearga6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
am plamani de fumator, nu de atlet. si totusi... cand alerg, simt cum sangele imi circula atat de repede, simt cum tot corpul isi ridica temperatura cat de mult isi permite, si-mi amorteste trupul. imi place sa fiu amortita. imi place cand masinile trec la o palma, doua, distanta de mine. imi accelereaza pulsul, adrenalina o ia razna. iubesc distantele mici dintre mine si moarte. ma fac sa zambesc, s-o amagesc cat de mult pot, la fel cum m-a amagit si ea cand... CAND TREBUIA SA MOR!
izbucnise in plans, nu mai vedea pe unde alearga. era in mijlocul soselei, la ora 3 dimineata. putea a alcool, parul ii era despletit si-i flutura peste fata.doar camioanele mai circulau la ora aceea... si ea. ii era frica de camioane.
eu nu mai vreau sa traiesc. viata mea e un cosmar. traiesc un cosmar, am doar cosmaruri si ii pierd pe toti. da' chiar pe toti: incepand de la ai mei, ei care...da n-are rost sa vorbesc de ai mei. mi-am pierdut prietenii, rand p