Read MeRead Me12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am a book with a shattered
i\'m missing the page with your favourite
you\'ve read me so much you know me by
the scraps and dog-ears have left their
with your name tattooed inside my
i am forever your literary
Hope is like...Hope is like a bright sunrise,Hope is like...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bringing light to day.
Hope is like the rain,
Washing the doubt away.
Hope is like a warm embrace,
Bringing love to the receiver.
Hope is like the Spring,
Bright colors and happy flowers.
Hope is like music,
Putting soft melodies in the soul.
Hope is like a Thanksgiving Dinner,
Making the body full.
Hope is like the Spirit of God,
Whispering words of comfort.
Hope is like the love of Christ,
Warming the body and heart.
Keep On GoingI don't know who I am right nowKeep On Going4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I find out someday?
It seems like all I do is fail
I'll let God lead the way
If only I knew how to escape
This dark and dreary place
I have been here for far too long
It's a trial I must face
I wish I had the courage to
Unlock this cage of steel
It protects me from further pain
But a caged heart can't heal
Though I don't know what lies ahead
I need to stand up tall
Or else I will just stay the same
So hurt, so scared, so small
I really need to move forward
It's time to dry my tears
And I want to become stronger
It's time to face my fears
I know the Lord will help me through
Although the light is dim
I know that He is always there
I need to trust in Him
Sometimes it's hard to keep going
But someday I'll succeed
If I try and never give up
My faith is all I need
I've got to keep on going
I just got to believe
I've got to keep on going
As long as I still breathe
Someday I will find myself
Someday I will know
Who I'm supposed to be
And then I'll start to
ToxinIm intoxicated by youToxin7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Breathing in and breathing out
Your scent ensnares my senses
Till I cant function without
Im not myself when youre gone
I need you to feel the norm
Because now that Ive had you
Theres no rehab or reform
Youre my vice; my only weakness
I need you to feel alive
Without the feel of you
Im not sure I could survive
Youre my favorite toxin out there
Youre the greatest high Ive found
The world only has color
When your arms are wrapped around
You make me feel like flying
Your love is my affliction
Darling, I must tell you
You are my sole addiction.
Please let meLet me be the one to hold youPlease let me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And make everything alright
Let me take away your worries
Till they all are out of sight.
Let me wipe away the teardrops
As they come rolling down your face
Let me be the one your turn to
Even when you need some space.
Let me be the one to love you
When you feel you cant go on
Let me be the one thats with you
When you are so sad that shes gone.
Let me bring a ray of sunshine
When your days are filled with rain
Let me bring some comfort to you
When youre feeling so much pain.
Let me be the one you lean on
When you feel like you are weak
Let me fill the void inside you
And give the loving that you seek.
The PsychiatristThe Psychiatrist6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, Im sure youve heard just about anything and everything, but this is still hard for me to talk about. Its something really personal, and I dont think my family or any of my friends will understand. Thats why I decided to talk with you.
A twenty-something year old guy lays reclined on a stereotypical plush leather sofa while the smartly-dressed psychiatrist sits across from him with a pad to scribble notes on.
Holding something in like that for long periods of time can be emotionally unhealthy, so it was a good idea to schedule this appointment with me. So what exactly are we talking about here?
Well, I have thisobsession? The patient sighed, then paused awkwardly.
Please. Tell me more about thisobsession. No matter what you say it will be better for you to get it off your chest now.
Well, yeah. Okay. The patient takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. Doc, I t
Read this poem very slowRead this poem very slow8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to go home... to Jesus
And when I see Him
I'm gonna hug Him for ten thousand years
And when that sweet embrace is over
I'm going to talk with Him
Till time slowly disappears.
He is going to whisper in my ear
"I was with you every moment...
I kissed your cheek with the sunrise everyday,
And with a blanket of stars,
I covered your eyes at twilight
And through the valley I led you all the way...
And the things I taught you weren't for my sake,
because all things are given to the Lamb,
I just want to let you know that I love you
and that I knew your name,
before time ere began."
And so I'll listen to His stories,
of things that I cannot now conceive,
ever revealing endless glories,
of things,only the brave
Lonely caterpillar, extendedLonely caterpillar, extended10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The lonely Caterpillar:
The lonely little caterpillar, munching on the leaves,
weighed down with sin, it's life misperceives.
The slow and slumber body, green and unseen,
it's only real purpose - to eat through all the greens.
It lifts its head high, and sees a beautiful butterfly,
it thinks nothing of it, for caterpillars don't fly.
Growing plump, caught up by it's own greed,
still the caterpillar cannot fulfil its empty need.
On one early morning, a butterfly flew down,
so active that it was, it flutters all around.
It settled next to the caterpillar, so wanting to speak,
it said "Come follow Jesus, your life won't be bleak!"
"Believe Jesus died, for you he was slain,
He rose from the dead, so we can live again!"
The caterpillar believed the things that it heard,
and was baptised [cocooned], so fully undeterred.
Out of its cocoon, came a very different kind,
with wings so beautiful, and Jesus in its mind!
Free from its sin, a whole new life will begin,
"I'm finally a butterfly" it sa
Yellow Love StoryYellow Love StoryYellow Love Story8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was boring.
Why not stay in bed this morning? Her blond hair on the yellow pillow. The ceiling had a pale white color. Maybe she might change it?
The same dream each night. Why dreaming? Nothing is becoming true... She closed her eyes.
She's a nurse in the biggest hospital of Frisco. She remembers this man she nursed once. Blond-haired, a sensual voice, gentle. She often thought of him. She would like so deeply to fall in love.
Maybe she could escape from this material life. From the tram each morning, from the clock, from the shopping... A white rabbit is running in her room, he's dressed, he seems to be late, he entered into the mirror of her dressing-table.
It seemed strange to her because he went through it, like if he went on the other side of the mirror. She stood up. Went near the dressing-table. She saw on it all what she left last night before going to bed, even the sandwich (with jam) which she had not eaten.
She looked inside the mirror. The refl
lovenoteSome say that a single beatlovenote6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From a butterfly's wings
Changes absolutely everything
And I swear
You have the same effect on me
I find myself searching
For a numinous sign
In everything I come across
Be it tarot card or matching coffee orders
I know you're trying to reach me
Because you never forgot to call
Still, each signal I come across,
I am cynical of, at best
Maybe I've imagined them
Or it's a cosmic conspiracy
But it can't be you; you're gone
(Or maybe, you've changed your mind)
And that thought keeps me warm
Even when I go for a walk
In midnight snowstorms
In your ratty old t-shirts
As you know I've always been prone to
Your smiles warms me like hot chocolate
Administered through an IV
And the needle-prick is painless
Like a light and feathery kiss
You gave me once upon a time
Even if I only see you grin
In outdated poloroids
I know I'll see you again soon.
Oh, it's okayIts okay to write about the sun.Oh, it's okay6 years ago in Open More Like This
Oh, I know its been done before.
More than a few times.
But its risen more than a few times too,
So your sun and my sun
Might actually be different renderings.
What did the instructor say?
That hes heard it all before?
Well, the first thing is, he proly read it
Not heard it.
So hes lying to you.
And the next thing is,
I heard the Star Spangled Banner before
But I always stand at attention and respect
When it strikes up.
It deserves my attention,
Even if its familiar
As long as its done well.
You can work all your life to write something
That no one has ever read before
And what does it get you?
Something someone never wants to read again.
Oh, its okay
© 2009 Mark Pearce
theoreticallyForehead resting on the window panetheoretically5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world beyond it blurred
Stare at the scenery rushing by
Reflecting for some time without a word
"Do you think we age faster in here?"
The question slips right out
He shuts his book and quirks his lips
Than answers back, "I doubt."
"Light always travels the same speed.
I think we're no exception."
I pause and think a moment here
"Depends on your perception."
"It wouldn't be enough to count,"
He speaks with hesitation
"Depending on your age of course,"
As we pull into the station
I've reached my stop but linger still
"It could explain jet lag
And why hours spent traveling
Seem to drag and drag"
He sits back down and ponders more
"How would you test that theory?"
"I think I'll stick to traveling,
And see if I grow weary."
He nods and settles back a bit,
"Well if you've got the time.
And if you'd like some company
I'd gladly offer mine."
Lets Pretend We Never LovedLets Pretend We Never Loved12 years ago in Ballad More Like This
Lets pretend it was all a dream
that we were ever only friends
in a far off kingdom of fantasy
and castles by the sparkling sea
Lets pretend it never hurt
that one kiss was the only one
and it was only just because
and everything else was friendly hugs
Lets say i never cried on your shoulder
except for things the world has done to me
and we were just companions on life\'s path
fighting worldy lonelyness with each other\'s laugh
Lets imagine these dark memories away
untill they are only dreams at night
we\'ll have a friendship where we can still share hurt
like all the others who knew they couldn\'t make it work
I can\'t ever let you go, you see
you still have half of me on a silver chain
but for now we\'ll put the pain to an end
and for a little while, lets just pretend..
She Searches For YouGather 'round, my friends. I have a story to tell, and every word of it is true. It's the story of how I came to this Path, so different from anything I'd known as a child and yet, when I accepted it, it was like I'd been Heathen all along. Which, perhaps I was. They say a Witch is born, not made why can't it be the same with a Viking, even one born some 2,000 years too late?She Searches For You3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I won't explore the ten years I spent as a Christian too deeply now is not the time or the place. But I will tell you a little about what brought me to that Path, and how I completely missed the memo from a certain hammer-carrying, shape-changing duo of Norse gods. Like destiny, hindsight can be a fickle wench. It started in 2001 with a summer afternoon thunderstorm, one of the most intense storms I'd ever experienced. I was away at a local, week-long Christian camp at the time; it was during one of our
Haiku BrunchThe human race won,Haiku Brunch7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but we learn that fast, fast, fast
is not fast enough.
The heat of youth fades.
The wizened heart delivers
warmth from banked embers.
Its a dirty day
the day that the heart grows cold
and the flowers rot.
To complete this thought
another five syllables
Your words have touched me.
Your smile has warmed me inside.
It must be summer.
© 2008 Mark Pearce
Deception for Fools"Over here!", she called. "The best beansoup you can get."Deception for Fools8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"That's strange, she's quite a bit away from the other booths at the marketplace", I thought. In fact, the booth was outside the borders of the marketplace, outside city-borders aswell.
But the soup smelled great, and it really had been quite some time since I'd had any. I'd forgotten how good it smelled.
It only looked to be a few feet over the border, and it really smelled good and what was a border except for a line on the ground anyway, right? Yeah, my thoughts can be very convincing, certainly when my senses feed them.
I tried to shake it off and to go back, beacuse I knew that this neighbouring city is dangerous and that many devious people live there.
I turned around to go back when the smell seemed to grow more intense and I couldn't get myself to move, not even a single step. A part of me wanted to get away, another part of me still wanted that soup.
Being a good saleswoman the woman declared the first plate to be free
The Ocean Within MeThe Ocean Within Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the water within me purges,
and shakes like the frothy seas
against rocky shores.
When the mermaids float
upon red pools of blood,
and they dance among
the organs within me.
And the creatures of my seas
swim towards the ruins,
Atlantis, beyond the dark.
When the waters,
grow calm from the song
of a lute, and Poisedon
has cast his spell.
When the temple sinks
below the candied red,
and it floods its walls
like a great sacrifice.
When the mermaids
hide behind the innermost
me, they escape my soul
bearing hatred and scrutiny.
When the waves burst fourth,
and tears come out.
I watch as a storm parades
my gentle sea.
And as blood breaks free
from my barrier - skin.
The ocean I bear is parted,
just a little more.
The House of WinterO Winter White, so horbly scornedThe House of Winter8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do they sigh at Thee?
For thy sights and smells abundant
Tickle my senses, and brighten my soul.
The kiss of thy frosty breath,
Which clings to misted windows,
Willnt betray so lightly
The warmth of Winters Kitchen.
Of roasted coffee beans,
And baked desserts
And fried delights,
Of turkey roasted brown.
Or of Winters living room,
With fire roaring loud,
And table decked in holly,
A cozy Winters book.
Or least of Winters lounge,
With piano playing Irish songs,
And laughter loud as anything,
Or of dancing sweet and wild!
Though outside is white and gloomy,
Winter does not mind,
For inside it is warm and cheery,
Inside Winters welcome home.
My brother, my heroMy hero is a man who anyone could pass on the street not knowing that they are in the presence of greatness. He has all of the qualities one would associate with a movie star hero. He is strong and powerful although he most likely wouldn't admit it. He is successful and warm and charming. He has a heart of gold and the ability to see the good in people. My hero is human and he is more likely to admit his faults than take credit for his strengths. He is a man that I have admired for a long time. When I met him I think I must have known that he was a good man, but I can't say that I can remember that far back. The thing about heroes is that they are just a person that you know and there is no actual moment in time when they become heroes; when you look back it seems that they have always been there and they have always had those qualities that you think are awe-worthy. So, my hero was just a kid at some point and now he is someone that I look up to. Someone who is as excited about my achMy brother, my hero7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Little Lord of the RingsMargareth winced when she lifted the big pot of soup off the stove. Her back was getting worse and the stress she was going through these days wasnt helping. Her husband had lost his job in the mines and her little boy had finally reached puberty.The Little Lord of the Rings7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sauron! she yelled. Dinners ready!
In a minute! came his reply from downstairs. Two weeks ago, he had decided he didnt like his old room anymore and moved his stuff to the basement. His dungeon, he called it.
No, not in a minute. Right now! she yelled back. You said "in a minute" five minutes ago!
She sighed and gave her husband a tired look.
Marten, put that scroll away and tell him to come.
In a mi- he started to say, saw her face and put the scroll away.
Sauron! Listen to your mom and get over here this second!
She heard him climb the stairs, deliberately dragging his feet just to annoy her. When he came into view
I fall too?A Boy filled with SadnessI fall too?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Razor in his hand
What could hurt more
Than losing a friend?
He's crying all that he feels
Every single little teardrop
As he slits his wrist
Wanting his pain to Stop
Lying on the cold floor
A face with a lost stare
Him feeling he is worthless
As he bleeds everywhere
A Boy filled with Sadness
From what he feels within
Nothing hurts worse
Than losing a friend
A Girl holding a Secret
Afraid of being hated
She holds no ordinary Secret
This one being Complicated
She cries every night
Her life is a mess
Having every reason
To be depressed
She takes out a razor
You know the rest
I've tried to help her
I tried my best
A Girl holding a Secret
One that is so Deep
Passing it on to me
Her Secret I will Keep
I'm left here Praying
Grieved with all their Sorrows
Wondering if I should lead
Or maybe I should Follow
This Boy and Girl
Are the ones I love most
They are my friends
The ones I hold close
My blade longs for blood
A taste of bitter sadness
I am tempted to give in
Self InjurySelf InjurySelf Injury10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thick red streams running down my arm
Recollecting to growing drops at my fingertips
The shiny new razor blade in my hand
Covered in blood, skin and flesh of my own
Watching how the drops are getting heavier with amazement
In slow-motion they are falling to the ground
Hungrily the carpet is soaking up each and everyone
The pool of blood at my feet getting bigger and bigger every second
Seconds passing like minutes, minutes like hours
The steady flow is slowing down with every heartbeat
The cuts are running dry, the streams are turning brown
A feeling of relief is making it's way through my body
Heartbeat and breathing slowing down a bit more
Pressure getting blurry and disappearing
Pain and hate, fear and anger turning numb
I killed another part of me
resipiscenthe was one of those dick-faced kids in shades of bright polyester salmon who seemed to always be laughing or looking at me. an ambiguous-named, feminine-famed all-school american douchebag in those quality leather sandals in the wintertime and golf-green shorts.resipiscent3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ta give you some background i'm about as far away on the social scale from him as one can get. you know how all the little groups overlap and flap together, pushed around in the wet sand like wave-rivulets blending little facets of stones together until it makes a dune? well our groups---they didn't even touch. i mean you could go from pop-jock to lacrosse to dipper to weed-dealer to hipster to artsy kid to photographer to theatre kid and MAYBE just MAYBE make a weak little chain like one o em shitty-ass jump rings that connect dollar-store lockets. but anyway the point i'm trying to make is we sit on opposite sides of the room and let sociology take its toll.
of course murphy's law works in that i never know anyone. is it that