Sweet DreamsSweet Dreams11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lay your head down on me,
Close your eyes so you can't see.
Rest your heart to revive,
Rest your soul to survive.
I'll hold you close to my heart,
As you dream, we'll never part.
I'll comfort you as you lie,
Hearts beat as one, you and I.
So sweet dreams, my loving dear,
And when you awake, I'll be here.
The MaskShe is strongThe Mask4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is happy.
She has no problems.
She does not cry.
She is . . . perfect.
She is depressed.
She is sad.
She has no hope.
She cries herself to sleep.
She is . . . imperfect.
But they are the same.
One real, one fake.
One with a mask, one without.
Why the mask?
She is scared.
Today and TomorrowAnd as for Today…Today and Tomorrow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today they only took five tubes of blood
Five tubes of blood
Only five tubes of blood.
They weren’t quite sure that I would have enough
That I would have enough
But I did have enough
I didn’t run out
I didn’t run out
It all ran out
Without me running out.
Today they say that my numbers are lower
My numbers are lower and
It’s not good that they’re lower
They aren’t quite sure what it all means
That it means anything
Though it means everything
It means so much
It means so much
They hang their heads low
Since it’s meaning so much.
Today I had hope though I knew that was dumb
I knew that was dumb,
I KNEW that was dumb.
Today I had hope and now I have none
All gone, every one
Hope is gone, everyone
I had a shiny hope and now the glitter is gone.
Today I wondered how it would feel
How I would feel
How I will feel
They won’t tell me now because they’re afraid
Because they don’t know
and because they
Just To Make You HappyWould it make you happy if I died?Just To Make You Happy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would it make you happy if I kissed the world goodbye?
You seem to hate my simple triumphs.
You scream to me about insignificant truths.
I can see I'm not good enough for you.
I can see you need more than me.
But I have to try.
Would you be happy if I died?
Would you be happy if I kissed the world goodbye?
Maybe I'm not worth life,
But when you make me feel like I deserve death
just to make you happy,
I half worry I will help you in that very way.
RealizationI am a ghost.Realization3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fading in, fading out of lives
This wind is bitter and unforgiving
Like a shark.
I simply float
Like a crisp autumn leaf.
I soar along.
Yes, you fear me.
I would know.
Why shouldn't you? I'm cold; I'm dead.
But I'm not a menace!
A monster, yes
But not a menace.
You can trust me! I promise!
What could I possibly do to you?
I won't hurt you.
I can't hurt you.
I can't even touch you;
I can't feel your skin.
I can't feel anyone's skin.
I'm dead; I'm cold
No warm flesh, no hugs and kisses
I can't feel those.
I can't feel.
I'm cold; I'm dead now.
No more holding hands, no more brushing faces
Fiery heat from across the living room
Is inviting in this terrible weather.
But this room is a ravine
And this is only a dream.
Well, not only a dream;
Rather, completely and entirely
Within a reality of absurd proportions.
And yet, and yet, and yet,
It is still reality.
And that, that nightmare, I can feel.
Even the Strong Girl CrumblesI don't like being savedEven the Strong Girl Crumbles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but at the same time I want it,
has been haunting my dreams of late,
I want someone to see my weak side
and accept it, as a part of me.
I want someone to willingly,
with every atom in their body,
wrap their arms around me
and encompass me in safety,
shelter, love and warmth.
I want to feel their heart beating
against my own.
Their life force and love
I want someone to love me,
not for petty reasons,
but because I need it.
(I'm falling apart)
I need you.
I'm Finetwo wordsI'm Fine6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and everyone is reassured
do they know
to do is
S C R E A M.
Want SCREAM. Listen... Not Im Fine.
BeachI see only blueBeach3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In light and dark, as restless
Ocean meets still sky.
Yin and Yang"Momma... I have a secret for you.Yin and Yang4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you can't tell anyone,
especially not Dad.
Please, not Dad. Okay?"
"What is this world coming to?!
My child, I love you but this is wrong.
I should have known all along.
This is disgusting.
It is not natural, it's habitual
your spending time
with those fags."
"But Momma, this is who I am.
I was hoping that you'd understand,
how I see the beauty in yin and yang.
Men and women are truly the same,
in these blind eyes and open heart.
Is it wrong to love someone,
to see past their body parts?"
Neville's LetterIt's a beautiful day in London. With the sun shining, children playing in the park, and the air filled with wonderful sounds and scents, no one can resist a smile! Unless, of course, today you are Neville Longbottom, all thoughts of happiness replaced with worry and fear. Some wizards and witches stop and stare confusingly at the 11 year-old boy standing on the front lawn of 86 Hedowlark Road, with his arms outstretched to the sky, as if expecting a gift from the Lord. Neville ignored them all, his eyes fixed expectantly at the summer sky.Neville's Letter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neville's mother let out an exasperated sigh as she looked out the bedroom window.
"Mother!" She cried. "Get Neville back in the house! He's going to get sunburn from standing there all day, not to mention humiliation." She stared at the geering passerby.
A woman in her 70's walked with surprising speed into Mrs.Longbottom's bedroom, glaring at her daughter.
"Oh Alice, give the boy some hope, will you?" She replied. "He's been waiting fore
Our Greatest Kept SecretOur Greatest Kept Secret3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Professor snape" A fimlar voice said as Severus entered his classroom. This was odd how did anyone get into his class room before class time? He turned to the otherside of the door and saw his love of his life
"Lily!?" This was a shock to him he hadn't seen Her in over nine months When they had a lttle affair. She had a small bundle in her arms and she looked sickly, he ran to her ,and help her to his office. She sat cradleing the bundle it was clear that it was a child she held.
"She's pretty isn't she?" She said weakly and pulling off the cover off the baby's face she looked like lily but not like james.
"Jame's she's cute." he said jelously "But Lily you look like you should be in the infirmary. What happen to you." Snape now sounded serious.
"No not James'. Yours Severus, she's yours." Severus as stuned at this they only had one affair and it produce this child! He head his head think about what would james would do to him if he found out.
"Does he know?"
The SwanThe Swan5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He lied to both of them and said that everything was fine.
She took shards of glass from the broken mirror and smiled that she had seven years of bad luck. Maybe she would believe such superstitions in a different time and place. Blood trickled down from her hand and into the drain. Swirling, angry red curls always shifting. Vanishing like her breath once it left her lungs. All was silent in the bathroom.
If she was already dying, then one little cut wouldn't hurt.
Once many years ago she had seen a swan drifting atop the surface of the pond. No birds had ever come to that pond in late fall, and only mallards in the summer. They would always wail and fill the air with the fluttering sound of feathers. She looked out at the pond that night and saw the bird in the moonlight. Its feathers were the color of that orb in the sky, graceful neck circling a mystery. The water was still and white flakes floated down. She had never seen a swan and doubted she'd see another.
She remembered the bir
The timeThe time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time goes by to fast
I can' catch it
It's fast even when we are not having fun
It gos faste when we do have fun
I don't understand why it does
Just the other day summer started
Now school's starting soon
Summer is never forever but it's never gone
on the way to being happyand victor, i would miss youon the way to being happy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
had you not taught me
how to push my grief from my chest and
and stitch together
the bloody scraps
to make a wild-eyed creature
that will do as i say
and love me back
EpilepsyEpilepsyEpilepsy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Jenna Collins, 5.23.06
There I am
Paying great heed
To my teacher's words
My face contorts
Revealing fractions of emotion
My face is burning
My world goes silent
Then, out of the dark corners
Of my thought-filled mind
Comes one screaming voice
Who is it?
Another one joins in
And another and another
Until there's a whole chorus
Of arguing, screaming voices
My hands shake my brain
Trying to rid myself of this torture
As the whole class stares at me
Concerned and baffled
Next thing I know
I'm running down the hallway
Water flooding from my eyes
At last, I find my safe room
I crash to my knees
Burning them against the rough carpet
Collapsing onto my back
The voices stop
Nothing moves, except the
Rise and fall of my chest
This room is utterly empty
Save for my body and a chair
My vision blurs
Darkness consumes me again
Unknown nonsense escapes my mouth
I don't know what I'm saying
I'm not all here
I laugh and giggle far too much
I see the chair move across
Why Don't You Kill Yourself?Today I told my doctor I was an atheistWhy Don't You Kill Yourself?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
she didn't take it well
the first words our of her mouth were:
"You can't be!"
then I asked her if she ever thought
about becoming an atheist
immediately the shutters on her mind
slammed down and she said:
i could never be an atheist
and lets me know there is
absolutely nothing i could say
that would ever convince her
all i wanted her to do
was to seriously think about
why she's a theist
to not throw up that wall
around your mind
when someone starts
talking about the subject
just to leave it down
then imagine what her life would be
like if she did not believe in god
this is a second generation doctor
who spends time with you and knows you
if i wanted to talk politics
or any other subject
in the world
she would be open
on an objective basis
without declaring her intention
right up front
to never consider the idea period
this is a physician
educated, literate, intelligent
attractive in emma thompson way
The Dog and The CrumbsA/N: Remus/Sirius slashThe Dog and The Crumbs4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Word count: 2,194
Remus was reading a book when he felt a pair of hands make their way around his waist.
"Of course," he said with a smile. He placed the book on the table and turned around to face the boy. "And how's my favorite guy?"
"Better. Now that you're with me." He leaned closer and brushed his lips against Remus'. "You?"
"Hmm. Much better," replied the werewolf. He leaned in to kiss the boy again but instead he felt lips moving against his neck slowly. "Sirius..." he moaned quietly.
"Remus," said the boy, pulling away. "Remus. Wake up."
"Psst. Remus. Are you awake?"
Remus Lupin groaned and opened one of his brown eyes. "Wha-? Whoz dat?" he asked sleepily.
He heard a sigh and opened his other eye. That's when he saw Sirius Black standing next to his bed with his arms across his chest. "Sirius? What's wrong." The tired werewolf sat up and leaned against his head board.
The grey eyed boy looked nervous and quietly said "I can't sleep.
DogHe was called Dog,Dog3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That was his name.
You see I said was.
Today that changed.
His number was called,
His time was up.
He licked her hand.
(He was only a pup.)
She held his paw.
And poisoned his vein.
She was good a her job,
He felt no pain.
His dark eyes closed,
He uttered a whine.
His body fell still,
He'd reached his time.
He was called Dog.
That was his name.
Left at the pound,
He ran out of days.
Queen Of SorrowShe is so beauty and full of mystery,Queen Of Sorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice, in my head says that I am not alone,
her caress is an icy touch on my destiny.
She walks with me in this night,
I can feel her glare up to me,
her love is pain to my heart.
She is behind me when I am alone,
her embrace is so cold and hushed,
her kiss is like the wind so cold.
Queen of sorrow, wake me,
from this nightmare called life.
Hold my hand along this cold night
and kill me with your kiss full of death.
Embrace me and hold me in your arms,
like the dark embraces the light.
Tell me that I am not alone,
tell me that this is the end.
SymbolsI cut my hair last Summer.Symbols5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
With the biggest and scariest pair of scissors I could find, so sharp that they were used to cut bones and I feared I may accidentally cut a void in the space-time continuum with them.
I jerked my head back, almost defiantly.
I was ready.
Silly of me to think that getting rid of most of that hair I loved so much would rid me of shame as well.
My hair was the beauty I didn't deserve to have.
Every tiny curl enclosed the fingers of the ghost of my actions and I dreaded the idea of confronting them.
Every strand, when lighted by the Sun, reminded me of my pitiful self and how it wasn't worth to be reflected by a mirror.
But unforgiving, the silver surface would tell me.
It's a beauty you don't deserve to have.
I saw it fall round my feet, felt the weight abandon my head as it died on the welcoming floor.
I saw the beauty collapse and cripple as if charred to the core.
I saw the light bleed from it all like a river of tears.
And still the weight of shame would be
Jack the Pumpkin KingJack the Pumpkin King3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Jack the Pumpkin King
Was such a wonderful thing
He was as good as anyone could be
Yet he still had something that needed to be
He felt empty and alone
Like all he had done had come to nothing
So he left his home in search of something
And what he found was truly amazing
Something so odd and strange that he could not believe
He spent the whole day there, late into the evening, not wanting to leave
Such extraordinary things he had seen
They filled him up with wonder and glory from what he'd seen
And so he went back, to show them what he had found
Everyone thought his head was in a cloud
Once he told then, every one
They all got together to create a Christmas as much as they could
So they went to work, to create a Christmas no one would forget
While they sent some to get the great Santa Clause
It was all meant to be fun and games
But the Oogie Boogie had his own games
Everything was going as planned
They were going to reach the day, they could do it without end
Blue.Blue.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We share the blueberries Mama left for us, the juice staining our fingers and our lips. We eat them with the solidarity that figure skating partners would give their perfect souls for, and in the ecstasy of our union stained with blues and purples like the hues of the skies just before sunset, we are content. It is 1984 and we are barely able to comprehend anything but each other.
"You need friends," Mama whispers with her venom-like breath and her love belied by her lack of understanding. She does not understand. We have friends. We are friends. The simple harmony and the symmetry that breaks only with the soft marring of birthmarks on my inner thighs is more than enough for us. We do not need "others".
The first "other" Jezzie and I turn away is a cousin, a frail, blonde little thing with eyes as dark as a the juice on our hands. With her dark little eyes she watches us as we sit alone on the window bench, wrapped up in the tissue paper world of the peach blossoms outside the