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
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.
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.
EpilepsyInhale.Epilepsy7 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,
SeasideThe rain's sharp patterSeaside6 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.
Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest6 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
broken muse.''I'm only complete with you, angel.''broken muse.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
''And why is that?''
''Because, you're my missing chord in my broken song. You're the missing piece in my heart. I only feel complete when I'm with you.''
''But you shouldn't love me, there's nothing to love.''
''Are we talking about the same person here, baby doll? Because you're everything to me and more. I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. Why don't you ever sing anymore?''
''Because I have nothing left to sing about, I have nothing left in my heart- everything's been taken away. My heart is too numb to feel anything.''
''What if I try and fix you? I miss your voice, angel.''
''You can try all you want, but my voice will always be broken.''
the only truth i really know.I never was the girl.the only truth i really know.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember you fighting for sobriety
because you realized that drugs have taken over your body
since you barely could even function without heroin,
but I always told you that you were strong enough to make it
when all you ever did was laugh
and say that you deserved nothing but hell.
(The truth is that I didn't want to lose you
because you owned a part of my heart
that I knew I could never have back,
and I always wanted to hold on to you
because you always made me feel more strong.)
I remember fighting with you to make you see just how much you were worth it,
but no matter what I did your voice would crack
as you injected poison into your skin
so you could never breathe again.
That's why whenever you whispered ''I love you''
I would close my eyes so that I couldn't see you anymore.
This way you're already gone,
and it hurts less when I finally open my eyes again
because you won't be here.
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,
Hall Of Fame ( 30 - October 2012 ) Before talking about the features, I want to present something briefly. For those who still care and who would like to make a change in someone’s life, you are free to share your ideas concerning our project called The "Think About It" Project. Your opinion counts! And no, we are NOT expecting donations of any kind etc. , because this project isn’t based on any financial principle. Details can be found on the official updated website: <a wytiwyg="1" href=”a href="http://www.thethinkaboutitproject.com"www.thethinkaboutitproject.com/a”>www.thethinkaboutitproject.com .Hall Of Fame ( 30 - October 2012 )3 years ago in Art Features More Like This
Those who have been members of our Group for quite a while are aware of the fact that many of the Group's Submissions end up in my, Alligatorr's, gppr’s, Mathness', Rockinfroggi's and pbird12's Favourites, being featured wherever it is possible to do that and being suggest
XXVI.Beside the river,XXVI.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I turn my face to the sky
And drink like a child.
Haiku 'Feel the Storm'The World is alive.Haiku 'Feel the Storm'5 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.
Devious Journal Entry Like me on FacebookDevious Journal Entry3 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
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.
i hear birds.this makes me sad.i hear birds.5 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.
Twine: She and HeShe is the wingless one, with words so sweetTwine: She and He9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He is the voiceless one, with well traveled feet
She waits for him, her heart implores
he hears her, but sadly ignores
She hangs her head and weeps
he dreams of her when he sleeps
She calls to him and waits for an answer
he turns elegantly, a fancy dancer
She holds his sorrow and bears it well
he carries her secrets and will not tell
She reaches for him through out the night
He closes his eyes to the mournful sight
She gazes in the mirror, and casts no reflection
He looks within and sees only imperfection
She sighs with a longing ache
he shrugs and nods, just another mistake
They are two halves of a whole
Two who share the same soul
Separate and yet the same
both at once wild and tame
She is his beacon of gentle mirth
He is her knight of comfort and worth
She sings the words, He hums the tune
they are as apart as the sun is from the moon
Locked eternally in an orbital chase
coming only close enough for shadows to embrace
But the eclipse is a
We imagineUnable to see daylight, we imagine.We imagine5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not just Anti-PeTAPETA. I'm pretty sure you've all heard of them. "People for the ethical treatment of animals".Not just Anti-PeTA5 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