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
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...
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
i hear birds.this makes me sad.i hear birds.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's winter, you beautiful beasts
there is snow on the ground
and there will be snow on your wings
if you do not leave me now.
your feathers will stiffen with frost,
hoary chrysalis over your beaks and bones.
your bodies will fall from high wires
and break like glass
as they hit the frozen earth.
you are the force of gravity
that keeps me grounded
but lets you soar.
leave me to die
so that you can live
and return when the sun
burns hot once more.
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
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.
PreciousCracked and chipped behind a wall of stone,Precious4 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
my demon was always you.I woke up alone in a hospital bedmy demon was always you.4 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,
Yeah It's Called Peer PressureShe called you up and asked you if you wanted to go.Yeah It's Called Peer Pressure4 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
burn it down.She's the girl whose afraid of needlesburn it down.4 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.
PerhapsPerhaps this is for the bestPerhaps4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That, we'll never know for sure
So, let's forget it, fast
Instead of longing for a cure
'Cause even though we feel
Stricken down with sorrow
Let's shield our hearts with steel
And look forward, for tomorrow
One last call, that's all I wanted
You were nice, prettty, down to the core
More than I could've ever hoped
Nothing I ever wanted more
So now it's goodbye, farewell
Don't worry, I ain't leaving
Just going away awhile, that's all
So my heart will keep from hurting
a graduated game of hide-and-seek“I Need You To Tell Me Everything You Can Remember,” he says.a graduated game of hide-and-seek2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i close my eyes so i can’t see nothing i don’t want to—like
the red blue white lights on the cars—
and think back years and minutes and hours.
the playground is overrun by jungles and pirate ships.
a battlefield of skinned elbows and dirt faces and,
“mommy, can’t i please stay a few more minutes?
we’re about to defeat the dread captain Roberts!”
we’re peeking out of our boats into the ocean.
it is summer. we may never go back to school again.
we are pirates, we are astronauts,
we are sky-big.
our sunday clothes are stained green, our lips stained blue.
the man by the slide has lost his dog.
he’s carrying around the leash and
asking us to help him, and i would have, sir,
i swear, but my team was winning and i couldn’t
just leave ‘em.
jimmy did though. he was on the losing team anyways,
so it didn’t matter much. he’s a crybaby anyho
Not just Anti-PeTAPETA. I'm pretty sure you've all heard of them. "People for the ethical treatment of animals".Not just Anti-PeTA4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ethical, huh? Is total genocide of all Pit-bulls really ethical? Is firebombing medical research labs ethical? Is sending death threats to children because they eat pheasant what you would call ethical?
Let me begin by saying I love animals. They are my life. I want to be a Zoologist who specializes in animal behavior when I get older. I have had a special connection with animals since, Hell, since I was born. My grandfather's Rottweiler would practically babysit me before I was even able to stand. And that is why when I hear praise to peta, I cringe.
Peta says they want total animal liberation. I'm sorry, but thats just foolish. We, as people don't even have total liberation. Let me explain fully what peta claims they stand for:
No Zoos. Remember going to the tiger exhibit in the bronx Zoo? and how they showed all that stuff about poaching and how tigers are being brought back thr
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...
BurnI fell into the skyBurn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And landed right into the Milky Way.
The stars burned my skin
Yet the air was cool.
I flew around the nine planets
And the sun
But the moon was
It was unreal, it really was.
But then I fell right back to the hard earth
Right back into your unforgiving arms
And I didn't remember anything.
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
Refreshing by FP-Digital-Art :thumb330799849:
Gift of Magic by TheDarkRayne :thumb331156342:
Jessica Rabbit by ElenaDudina Lympha by Alien-Piglet
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.
You Are Invited to My WeddingYou Are Invited to My Wedding4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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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
and i will try to fix you.The second I saw you fighting over your insecuritiesand i will try to fix you.4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
you didn't think I saw you punch your fist in the mirror,
but my secret is that I watched the whole thing
as tears poured down my wet face
because I knew just how much you were suffering.
(And the truth is
that I've never met anyone more alike me before,
because I see so much me in you.)
I remember how I heard your voice whisper, ''I'm a monster''
as you swallowed a whole thing of pills
just to see if you could still feel
because your heart felt so numb that you couldn't feel a thing.
The truth is that I wanted to drown your sorrows away
because I never wanted to lose you.
And I always used to sing you a song as your eyes turned puffy and red
just so you could smile again,
but nothing ever works anymore
because your heart faded away.
HatredHatredHatred4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dark cruel emotion
Speaks in the darkness
Tears forming an ocean
What I hate to express
Misery upon each wave
Smash into the shore
Nothing left to save
What's my hatred for
Hatred is unfeeling
It cares for no-one
I keep from revealing
Why the pain has begun
I drown in the flood
Sadness rains on me
Soaking into my blood
Hate won't let me be
Unleashing its claw
Tearing out my heart
Dashed on the floor
Uselessly torn apart
Bleeding out in vane
An inescapable fate
Succumbed to the pain
And that ball of hate
A mind begins to slow
The hate takes hold
So where am I to go?
As my life grows cold
Emptiness infects me
A heartless disease
Blurs the world I see
Hate makes it freeze
The hate takes its aim
Sights locked in place
Playing its cruel game
Laughing in my face
The hate is mine alone
It's not meant for you
As I've subtly shown
You're a perfect view
This an inward despair
I'm angry at who I am
Broken beyond repair
I'm not worth a damn
Ugly and just a waste
A curse to be removed
sometimes i feel like a superherothe house across from my bus stopsometimes i feel like a superhero2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a temporary funeral home, but back when the Yankees controlled the town,
it was owned by a family whose daughter rode bareback
twenty-seven miles in the middle of the night to warn her
rebel leader of a lover that the Yankees were coming for him,
the Yankees were coming, the Yankees were coming,
the Yankees are coming, John, get out, quick!
and maybe she tripped and fell,
or her red cape got tangled up in her stirrups and ideals,
because by the time she rode into the neighborhood,
the houses were already on fire, children were already
crying for their mothers, and her John
was already hung up on the gate as an example
to the other rebel.
the next morning, the Yankees strung her
dead body up next to his.
no one ever told them life wasn't fair.
maybe that's why when i first tasted lemonade
i spat it out onto the ground,
and didn't drink it again until i was twelve years old,
and feeling biter and sour and in need of a little sugar.
when i was little,