Absent FeelingsFeelings are absent todayAbsent Feelings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't have feelings
you cannot write.
Where did the feelings go?
What am I protecting myself from?
See, even this poem is done.
I am sadI am sadnessI am sad7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wonder if there is a wonderland
I hear voices putting me down
I want love
I am sadness
I pretend I am loved
I feel everyones emotions
I touch peoples hearts
I worry that Ill be alone forever
I cry by myself
I am sadness
I understand nothing
I say everything against my real feelings
I dream of a happy place
I try to keep my feelings pessimistic
I hope to still have friends in the end
I am sadness
ConfusionConfusion12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am so tired of everything
I wish I could just tear down the walls of my world
And break free, leaving all of you
To be by myself
That's where I've found I am most comfortable
It seems that's the only person I can trust
And right now
I don't know what the hell I want
Or why you're here holding me in your arms
Why am I crying?
Why are you running your fingers through my hair?
Whispering that everything will be alright
"I'm here," you say, "don't worry my love"
And I am comfortable
I am calm
You are my serenity
FeelingsEverything tumbling around me,Feelings11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing making sense.
Feelings that drown me,
Surround me like a fence.
Unable to keep breathing,
Wishing to be free.
Life slowly draining,
Not wanting to be me.
Pressure now increasing,
Crushing me deep inside.
Making me light headed,
A painful, horrible ride.
Now it's nearly over,
I know I will survive.
This one big mass of feelings,
An end must soon arrive.
I feel it drawing nearer,
As time goes passing by.
The greatness of tranquillity,
Must surely soon be mine.
sad smilesad smile7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I came to her at dawn, and took her hand
With eyes half open, I took her away
We went to the beach, and gazed at the shore
We gave way to sweet smile, and walked away
I came to her midday, and took her hand
With eyes locked on mine, I took her away
We strolled through the park like a black and white movie
We kissed with sweet smiles, and walked away
She spoke to me softly, as the evening came
And told me how she must leave for the day
I swallowed my feelings, and held her closely
She said farewell with a sweet smile,
and she walked away.
I walked through the market, missing her dearly
The people smiled at me, I just turn away
Her memory walked with me, to keep me company
I remembered her smile, and walked away
I returned to her home, to meet her this evening
I looked in her eyes, and her tears did give way
A man, I had not known, passed us by
He bore the devils smile, and he walked away
I made my way out, no words to be spoken
She tried to follow, we walked down the way
I looked in her
Hopeless and Helpless Seeing myself like thisHopeless and Helpless7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder what's wrong with me
I wonder if it's okay to dream this way
Then to wake up with nothing
Is it okay?
I'm lying to myself about how I feel
It's all just compensation for guilt
If you were to see me, smiling for you
I wonder, would you smile for me?
Rather than just turning away again.
Settle my nerves, and calm me down
We think the same thing at different times
Why can't we be together?
Arguments, I disagree again
There's got to be more to it than this.
If I give it time, maybe you'll come around
So I wait for you
Hopeless, helpless, I wait for you
Until you come around again.
Reading you, reading meYou write, I writeReading you, reading me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to me as I punch my keys.
Walk in my dream, fair lady
These words spill from my mind
You do not have to rhyme
Just feel your way through
It always sounds better in rhyme
I am just too slow
O yes it does, but to feel is greater
These words I share are meant to please,
And so they shall even if they're just for me
Where do you live?
Like where on the planet
Through my mirror I feel you
Where the moon and sun kiss in crescents,
Words creep from vision behind my eyes
The images that follow are like a sunrise
Though a frequent occurrence, its always new
Each passing day
Emotion that grew emerges,
Sadness breathes in my deepest thought.
It will be lost on here,
And so I write every feeling on my heart
I scribble them on the notepad of my mind.
Stay with me..
I think I just fell in love with you
That was beautiful, this is fun.
Over and over,
By each passing hand of time I fall in love with you
Between the lines of both our worlds I stand
I stand here wait
To OxfordYou ask me where I found true love?To Oxford4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found it
in your rivers,
on your meadows,
in your cobbled streets,
in the smell of books,
and in the trembling sound of choir music at night.
I felt your kiss
in your soft air upon my lips
and the caresses of your wind upon my hair.
I lost my heart somewhere between your spires
to find it - never again.
So dream on, you ancient place of stone and memory.
In your splendor and wisdom
shine against the growing darkness, defy the dying light.
Until we meet again, dream on.
chronophobia_c.the sky is dark and the ground is falling and you're holding my hand and asking me why my nerves are trembling in the middle of my palms. you're wondering at the quakes in my lips and the tsunamis breaking on the edges of my fingernails as they rack against your skeleton. you're pressing the curling edges of my pages together, straightening the spine of my molting book as i do my best to unravel at your feet. you're holding me close and whispering into my neck, asking me why i am afraid. asking me why i tremble and jerk like a bass caught on a line. asking me why the sun is reflected and lost in the whites of my anxious eyes. and my answer will come like the end of the world, whimpered into the sharp blades of your shoulder, rising and crashing as i tell you that which i fear most: time.chronophobia_c.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can tell by the way your hackles rise and you dig your toes into the sands as the hands on the clock begin to close in on another midnight separation, that just a little is just too much and
Aquarius's sorrowIs it not,Aquarius's sorrow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instead of water,
Poured out of the jar,
Falls to the ground.
She loves someone,
Who is across the stars,
And none of her beauty,
Can ever persuade him to come to her.
Before she picks herself up,
And lets the spirit she has,
Because she is Aquarius,
Strong, creative, smart, capable.
And she will never,
Let her lost love bring,
So instead of waiting for her lost love,
She goes to him,
And she offers him,
And he accepts it,
Because he sees her beauty.
She has beauty of the mind.
How do I know this story?
I am an Aquarius.
passport to no where.i dream of spaceshipspassport to no where.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and night skies and sunlight
sneaking through cracks
in the clouds, and i
wish hope could sneak through
the cracks in my heart. i've
tried to find my hope,
but i think i might have
of giving up, so
could you teach me
how to hold on and have
strength and could you
clean my wounds
and would you please
away from me?
i dream of rockets
and rainbows and
escaping to a
magical land full of
happiness and hope,
but this is only
to no where.
Beneath the skyFalling to abyssal depthsBeneath the sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in a bleak infinity
Trapped in this primordial chaos
Among tarred, grotesque monuments
As deep slumber engulfs me
Feeling so lost in this void
Where I feel just too much
Vacant monuments of ancient times
Now they are all staring
At what I am or have been
Ash snows from starlit skies
On charred remnants of fortresses
Burnt down long before my arrival
Nuclear winters stole the dawn
In this place, beyond the skies
Deep in this vortex
At the other side of infinity
Lies a light that I'm running to
I travel dimensions of despair
But I reach and engulf the skies
The Door of Our Cottage in the Western NightThey began on the beach, and a fire was raging upon the waters. A fire on one side of the world and one around the other. The earth had been unbruised, like an apple on a string, and then two stones had struck within a month, and everything had burned, slagged by deep space arrows. The wind was terrible. Everywhere was a howl with no direction.The Door of Our Cottage in the Western Night4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were a few lichen-like communities in damp places, where the sky had steamed by but seared little, lifted ravines and streams from the land, unwrinkled it, dragon braille revealed only in fire. There were a few who had been underground, and a few in the inland seas and lakes, a few in the deeper rivers, a few on the moon, watching it go.
The moon was hit four weeks later, and there were no lunatic survivors.
Once again, we were alone. The world had been smoked and there was a smell of it everywhere, and we walked on the remains of the crater's basin lake. It was involute
PortelanPorţelanPortelan3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ziua se sparge-ncet în roşu aprins
într-un amurg lăsat greu pe asfaltul încins.
Adieri uscate de văpăi îmi mângâie fruntea
şuierând apatic printre firele de păr ars
şi eu continui să merg printre străini
de-a lungul cultivării întregului meu nonsens.
Şi te simt aproape de mine,
plimbându-ţi mâna printre paginile albe
ascultând şi înţelegând e viaţa mea.
Te văd, dar inima-mi rămâne rece
amorţită pe un pat de sticlă
şi totuşi ceva în ea geme, urlă înecat
rezonând în interiorul unui vis sufocat.
Dar tu mă strângi în braţe, te simt aproape
însă inima mea, porţelan rece, se frânge-n noapte,
tăcută şi fără dureri.
Şi tu mă strângi în continuare în braţe
The Lake of CorpsesThere is a lake in the west,The Lake of Corpses8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across the woods and the hills
And the Mountains of Unrest,
I have seen it there.
It grows with every night,
Its shape is like a stain,
Underneath the starlight
On the surface of the plain,
I have seen it there.
It is not a lake of water,
But of bodies of the dead
And gore from the slaughters
Of the wars that we led,
I have seen it there.
The smell is of rot and rust
From decaying flesh on the shore
Forever left in the dust
Sleeping without a snore,
I have seen it there.
Within the core of the lake,
There is movement and life,
From who sleep but never wake
Crawling and grabbing with strife,
I have seen it there.
The ones who live scream there
Yelling for their mothers
As they struggle blind through
The blood and gore of the lake,
I have seen it there.
SH - Bedside MannerWaiting Room Part 2SH - Bedside Manner5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The approaching surgeon pulled down his mask. "Doctor Watson?"
I nodded once, slowly.
"Now, you're a medical man, so I'm sure you'll understand you will have to be as careful and as quiet as you can don't knock the bed, or touch the equipment and he's not currently awake, but if you want to, you can see him anyway-"
"Wait what?" I asked, turning my head sharply to look at him. "See him? I can see him?"
A sympathetic smile crossed the surgeon's tired face as he continued, "Yes, you can. Mr Sherlock Holmes is alive, and we expect him to wake up any minute now."
Sherlock . . . .
It would have been easier to believe he'd died. It would have been more realistic. I hadn't thought real life had happy endings.
Every Bride...Every bride deserves to wear white on her wedding day. Deserves to share the first kiss opening the way to a new life. All women dream of this day at least once in their lives. Others dedicate their lives to the challenge of securing a white dress on their bodies, with a long train more magnificent than that of Princess Diana's. For one night, every woman hopes to have found the one, who they shall promise to cherish and hold, through sickness and health, through the good and the bad, until death do they part. For one day, they hope to be the centre of attention.Every Bride...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They dream of a long life, of children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, a family. Us brides all look into the future but never live in the present, always planing ahead, never enjoying the moment. We believe there is a life time from such pleasure. In some circumstances this is true, in others, hopes are diminished and an assured life with him are taken away.
The most fragile thing is a brides sanity, torn to shreds with n
Decembersville Ch. 5Decembersville Ch. 57 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 5: The City of Freaks and the Ax-Handed Boy
There are one or two troubles with dreams, ladies and gentlemen: dreams are beautiful but could become the downfall of some. Dreams tell the dreamer of fantasies that can corrupt ones imagination what with the absurdities that can swim through them yet at the same time could cure insanity. They told what was real, what was unreal, what was safe, what was dangerous warnings. The possibility of being blinded by the fantasy of a dream is grand but there is a humongous percentage doubting that as well; a win-lose subject, I should say. But, as some times happen, the logic of many could become blindfolded by their denial that what they stumbled across was just totally impossible.
Let us take a haunted dimension as our example.
"This is not real this is not real " Sophia repeated to herself unwillingly as she remained still right at the archway to the city. Body frozen,
Autumn ReverieFalling leaves broke a rhymeAutumn Reverie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creating the new song of life
A storm is growing far away
And I'm still here but must leave
The last train is leaving now
Fades beyond the crystal lake
And my heart just goes with it
Leaves just keep falling.
The sound of this train reels inside
Bringing back memories of
Somehow I knew I'll end up as this
In this place I loved so much
That feels empty now, without anyone
A reminder of innocent youth.
Somewhere, beneath the waves
Maybe I'll find the peace
That I've always refused
I dream of you. I remember us.
Years passed me by, people came and left
Some taking parts of me somewhere
But in this night, oh, I still love
And maybe you'll whisper someday
"Come, hold me, love me"
And I will surely come.
Tears of autumn stain this old skin
And heal the wounds of time
I think of all of you
And I take faltering steps
In the rain.
GlimmermereOver sacred stones I revelGlimmermere7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
to the place I once knew well
hidden well behind those hills there
in a green and open dell
There a lake lies, deep and placid
on the grounds of ancient lore
and I long for it's cool stillness
I found love here once before
Purify me in your waters
in your waters, oh so still
when I take a bathe within you
you will cleanse me, yes you will
I believe in your purgation
and the power of the earth
in wich you lie as safest harbour
from the perils of the dirt
Your cool waters give the clearness
that no air can bring to life
and your stinging coldness touches
when I jump headlong, and dive
In an unknown lucid manner
past assorted, pictures bold
Think of long forgotten longings
I can feel when you enfold
I perceive so uncapped feelings
feelings from the heart within
wounds once scarred are now torn open
but I dare to swim therein
Yet some images glare painful
a hidden truth does hurt the soul
as this clearness is sufficient
I return to shores more shoal
When I leave