Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come in, come in...
Why go back home, why turn around?
The forest calls.. Can’t you hear the sound?
Come in, come in...
There is nothing to lose, and everything to win;
for this, this is not like anywhere you've ever been.
Here the trees twist, the branches twine
the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.
You won't get far, not moving a muscle.
Don't be afraid...
You could always stay
just till darkness falls?
Move.. come on, the forest calls!
Go on, and don't look back
Just follow the track, step by step.
No need to bring water, no need to bring bread
sky and soilShe was carved from ansky and soil5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
old Oak tree who had
never seen the fluorescent light
of a supermarket plaza.
And she did not know what force
carved her into the tree,
but knew it to be true.
For as she sits, eyes closed, atop
yet another high peak, she feels
fixed to the sky, to the soil,
to the oaks and the elms,
and to the earth.
All that's left now is to keep climbing,
to find that old Oak tree who knows
nothing of fluorescent lights or supermarkets.
Because it is somewhere.
SeasideThe rain's sharp patterSeaside5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the glass, as though tiny claws
without were scrabbling for
purchase. The November light
is feeble. It might not survive
much longer in this gloomy
I remember. The waves
lay dormant at the furthest limits
of the ebb. The horizon was hiding
from our sight behind a sopping
curtain of rain. I remember how
we trudged along the tidal margin,
with rubber boots, with yellow oilskin
coats and hats.
I was puny next to his great silent bulk.
"Look sharp!" was all he said,
"Walk fast, before the tide decides
it's time for coming back."
We collected shellfish
that felt stolen from the sea.
A Little BoxHello there!A Little Box5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am Me.
I live in a little box-
I like my box.
It's nice and Safe.
And Safe is good,
in this, my place.
It's a pretty box-
the walls are soft-
And though it rains,
it rolls right off.
And though I can
hear all around,
I never have to
make a sound.
That's nice, you know.
To sit, be silent.
I don't like Words.
They're loud, virulent.
They're always Yelling!
And it makes me sad.
I wish Words wouldn't
get so mad.
And though I wish
I could see the Sky-
(it's been a long, long,
long, long time )
I think I still
prefer my box,
I don't have socks.
Or air, or space,
or warmth, or love,
or anything like
At least, I'm Safe.
And the walls are pretty.
Though my eyes are sore
and my cheeks are gritty.
I love my box-
but no! I don't!
Stop listening to
Words of rote.
I hate this box!
I hate these walls!
I hate the locks
(that I installed.)
I wish I may
and I wish I might,
but nothing works.
And nothing's right.
Please get me out
Between You and Me.I never believed you,Between You and Me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only wanted to.
Lying back to back
I was counting your breaths
to make sure your lack of
didn't leave you
Like a ghost
the fading memories of your touch
what I was trying to forget.
Oh, why did I give it up to you?
I know it's my fault.
My expectations were greater than
what you were willing to offer,
and I got scared.
I tried shutting you out,
to gather myself together
behind a shield of apathy,
but only ended up in
Your kiss never tasted as
as the last time
I made love to you...
EpilepsyInhale.Epilepsy6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Count to ten.
Slow your pulse.
Slow your mind.
-Just in time.
You can feel my anxiety
When you walk through the door.
Air thick as butter,
You find me on the floor.
From my head to my toes.
My heartbeat slows
Pale as death,
I'm coming to.
Counting ceiling tiles -haven't a clue-
Twenty down, ten across
Adorned with roses, garden moss.
My mother's eyes find mine,
But her voice is far away.
I imagine her as a ventriloquist dummy
-deserted by her master's voice.
I'd run to her, if I could
Up and out of this electric prison
-If only my body gave me that choice.
Here comes water,
The ice burns in my throat.
I feel like Helen Keller
Could work her miracles on me.
Somehow, together, we'd beat this disease.
I've got the eyes,
Haiku "Feel the Storm"The World is alive.Haiku "Feel the Storm"4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I hear the wind blowing hard
A storm is coming.
The great pain is harsh
A flood of relief is cast
another day faced.
a precious sun within me
it burns eternal.
trees sway in the wind
a breeze kicks a sapling down
a Hurricane Here.
LoveLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is love?
Is love the way he smiles at you from afar?
Is love the way you shyly look away?
No, love is more special.
Is love the feeling you get when your eyes meet?
When you get butterfly's in you stomach that wont go away?
No, love is more intimate.
Love is when you can't go a day without seeing or talking
To that other person.
Love is When your heart aches whenever that person is hurt
Love isn't something you can find in a cereal box,
Or pick up off the street.
Love is deeper than that.
Love is a connection like no other.
So what is love?
my demon was always you.I woke up alone in a hospital bedmy demon was always you.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the morning you died
because when you took your final breath,
you took my heart with you.
The doctors said that I have broken-heart-syndrome
as I hold back a faint cry that is building inside of me
but I desperately fail as your face pictures in my mind,
and I swear that I've never missed you this much before
but the thing I miss most about you is your voice.
I remember how every morning you would wake up just to sing to the birds
as you always gracefully danced around in the kitchen,
and you always had a smile as bright as the sun
as your voice sent chills up my spine.
(I remember laying in bed under the covers
just to hear you sing,
and I remember crying myself to sleep at the thought of losing you.)
I remember how when you got sick your voice didn't have your natural beauty anymore-
instead all it had was a natural pale tone,
and your smile washed away like the rest of you.
I remember how whenever you turned around,
FearThis unheard voiceFear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting to come out
Building up inside
Just wishing to shout
These unspoken words
Hiding inside of me
Hoping for the day when they
Show how powerful they can be
When will that day be?
Why are they still hidden?
What's holding 'em back?
Is it that,
After ll this time,
The fear of what is to be heard
has overcome them?
Will they be worthy?
Will they be sane?
Or is it that
Once it comes out
The ones who i love
The ones who i care for
Will look at me differently
Look at me silently
And leave those words,
Finally spoken but unanswered,
In the shadows behind?
These thoughts overpower them
And many more overtime...
Will they ever be free
As they were meant to be?
Is it worth the risk?
I'll have to find out...
criss-crossed veins for the trigger girliii.criss-crossed veins for the trigger girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"you're not okay."
"no, you're lying. i can tell. everyone has a trigger."
she's walking around in circles
and trying to pick up her broken pieces, but they're
not fitting like they used to,
something's damaged beyond repair.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"because i've forgotten what it feels like to heal."
she regrets not cutting deeper, when she sees the life
still running through her veins, and her parents asleep
on the hospital chairs.
she comes to school the next day with a bandaged hand
and blue eyes that seem a bit dimmer.
"i broke a mirror."
her cracks speak louder than her words.
she slams her locker door and almost hits the boy walking past
and if this was a movie, she thinks, they'd fall in love
but this is real life, and she is too damaged to even
she's too broken and he's too oblivious
and it's too goddamn late, no matter how pretty h
A Choice to Learn"The Scorpion or the Grasshopper, Christine! I am not a patient man. Make your choice!" Erik yelled.A Choice to Learn1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Christine, half driven to insanity, ran to the the two boxes upon Erik's little table, in his house under the opera. She quickly turned the Scorpion, hands shaking and eyes wide. "Erik, I have turned the Scorpion. I will be your living wife!" She would keep her promise, and by this she believed Raoul and his companion would be saved. She could never be with Raoul now, but at least he would live. "Goodbye, my love," Christine thought sadly.
Erik stood and stared at Christine, his eyes glassy and expressionless as water began to flood the gunpowder stored under the strange house.
Suddenly, Christine could hear shouts from the awful room. She realized with horror that Erik was flooding the torture chamber.
"Erik," Christine whispered. Louder, she said, "Erik, that must be enough water for the gunpowder! Turn off the water Erik, turn off the Scorpion! I swear, I will be your wife, just turn
LoveI love you,Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I really do,
I just don't know
or maybe I forgot
how to show it to you.
Devious Journal Entry Like me on FacebookDevious Journal Entry2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Hi everyone! I cannot believe its already October!!!!
My favorite month of the year
Not much for news to share with you all. I will be sharing more Arts Before Christmas this month, so stay tuned for that! & I am working on many new arts too. Mainly just wanted to say hello to you all! & hope you have a great week! ENJOY the features!
The Suffering II by EmanuelGreatGod Face by crilleb50
A dream within a nightmare by LuneBleu Fire Mage by RoadioArts
The Words of Raven... by Aeternum-Art Set the night on fire by Ideasplayer
Viola by Rafido Dramatic by Aeternum-Art
Father and son by MariLucia :thumb330948515:
Night of the Witch by TheDarkRayne Gothic elegance by Nataly1st
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Gift of Magic by TheDarkRayne :thumb331156342:
Jessica Rabbit by ElenaDudina :thumb328252013:
Gimme back my stripes by XilaPhoenixArt :thum
burn it down.She's the girl whose afraid of needlesburn it down.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
because ever since she saw her mother die of a needle injection
she's been wanting to give her blood away
just so she can know what it's like to take her final breath.
She's the girl who would listen to the same song on repeat for hours
just to get the same tingling feeling in her heart
because she never wants to let go,
but in reality she's never felt so afraid.
She's the girl who enjoys wearing ripped jeans
and oversized t-shirts,
because she's too afraid to expose herself
to the world
that broke her heart.
She's the girl who smiles over necklaces and promise rings
because she holds them dear to her heart
in a second heartbeat,
how dare you even see a smile.
PreciousCracked and chipped behind a wall of stone,Precious3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not quite as solid only protected by bone,
The light never finds and the shadows shy away,
What was once whole yesterday is no longer today.
The breaks between the blinds mimic my mind,
Filtering only happiness with the shades that trail behind,
They are looming and leering as they creep up my spine,
Delightfully cheering you have worn out your time.
The harmony that brought me here has bloomed into a war,
I hid behind the doors only to see the blood seep onto the floor,
Forevermore I'm tainted with what we had before,
What's remembered soon becomes forgotten like a grain of sand upon the shore.
The echo that screams: we have only just begun!
Reverberates through my lungs and cracks my heart and skull.
These eyes became lifeless and dull like a distant star,
The rolling winds ceased over the meadows so far.
Trapped inside the cage beneath your chest,
Is locked what we give so easily, we will suffer like the rest,
When it has bee
Yeah It's Called Peer PressureShe called you up and asked you if you wanted to go.Yeah It's Called Peer Pressure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unfortunately, at that point, you did not even think to say no.
Not knowing that she was just trying to get you to go along.
You just wanted to be a part of the group; you wanted to belong.
I mean, she said this is what you had to do.
I guess you could say it was like a last act, she was just waiting for her cue.
Standing at the top; looking down, you look back at them with such dismay
It's just one chance I've been waiting for my whole life; she waits and prays.
Thinking that they'll give you another chance
You look behind you one last time, risking a glance.
The girl at the front, the "leader" I suppose, gives you a look and tells you it's time
Hoping that everything will be okay, but inside you know it won't, you wait for a sign.
"Go on, what are you waiting for?" She asks you. It just looks so dark down there.
She wonders how it will end, and if something good would come out of it. But where?
Will she regret her decision in the n