Mein GesichtWie sollst du schmecken was salzig ist,Mein Gesicht4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wenn Tabak deine Zunge frisst
Wie sollst du riechen deine geliebten Blumen in der Vase,
wenn der Rauch wohnt in deiner Nase
Wie sollst du stehen auf deinen eigenen Füßen,
wenn du dir dein Leben lässt vom Wein versüßen
Und wie sollst du dich erinnern an dieses kleine Gedicht,
wenn du alles vergisst: dein Heim, dein Früher, mein Gesicht
Frozen MoonThe old moon rises,Frozen Moon2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a wrinkled man
shrouded by wispy sleeves.
Winter casts stones
over frozen lake beds;
cloud toupee slips.
stalk barren branches,
waiting for spring.
Old moon man sinks
beneath the horizon,
refusing to smile.
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;P.C.Preaching9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone wrote in Japanese, English, French
Undying Love part 1Undying Love part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Undying Love part 1
I'm trying to check my email when all of a sudden I see a dark figure emerge from the forest next to my house and start walking toward my bedroom window. I don't know who or what it is so I start to walk slowly towards my window. I feel my heart skip a beat when I see who it is: my boyfriend Connor.
Opening my window, I shout," Connor Hart, what are you doing here? You nearly scared me to death!"
"Trying to get as close to you as I can Isobel Vega." Connor says with a wryly smile that almost makes me melt in bliss.
"Come in, I need to tell you something." I nearly whisper opening my window wider and motioning for him to come in. How could I possibly tell him what I need to without worry? Connors tan skin was so visible even in the dark moonlight I could see his ocean blue eyes as it shines in the starry night. His light brown hair was moving in the late night breeze, he makes my knees weak with temptation.
I sigh when he climbs in through my window with that beautif
Effluviawith a laugh like her's, like rain pattering on windowsillsEffluvia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i comment, watching arms the color of cream flail and reach for something not there
you'd think she'd sound better drowning
all i get is a shrug in response
bodies say more when they're silent
tongues and hands lie
eyes, not so much
Auf wunden KnienAuf wunden KnienAuf wunden Knien6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Auf starren Bänken kauernd
harrt dort ihr eurer Stunde,
wo von der Kanzel lauernd,
den Finger in der Wunde,
in wütendem Gebaren,
ein schwarzbefrackter Mann steht,
die Herde zu verwalten
und diese eifernd angeht,
sich sündenfrei zu halten,
will sie zum Himmel fahren.
Auf wunden Knien kreucht sie,
die falsche Nächstenliebe,
und den Verstand verseucht sie,
wetteifernd gegen Triebe,
seit viel zu vielen Jahren.
Doch die Megalomanie
liegt in den letzten Zügen,
einer langen Agonie,
um welche sich die Lügen
wie Rattenschwärme scharen.
LifeTierversuche, MenschenlachenLife5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Zu unserem Wohle"
Das sind die Worte
Sie Lügen und quälen
Heucheln und stehlen
Sie wollen nichts kaufen
wollen auf keinen Thron
Sie wollen nicht rauchen
und wollen auch nicht zum Mond
Wir klagen über Leid
Das Leid trifft die Tiere
Wir könnten auch ohne
doch "können" können viele
Leave MeHere we are at the endLeave Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the beginning
when everything was foggy and vague
before I knew your love
I feel this wish, this need
to have you all at once
or to be free once and for all
Tell me how it is
that you can capture the sun and the moon
into your arms and not be overcome
by this torrential wave that has swept across
the universe we've created with our love
Tell me how it is
that you cannot see the blood
that pours from my heart
that gasps from between my fingers
as I pull out the threads
of what we are, of what we have become
Who am I to think
that I could ever change
something that is so inherently founded
your deepest desire
to forsake me when we reach this place
I have reached a place
I never thought my eyes would grace again
I have made love
to an old friend I wanted
to share my bed with no more
You have brought me to my knees
to the end of my fraying rope
to this place where love alone survives
a wasteland, where hope cannot live
a place that does n
Music of the Night - Part 3Tellus Jade wrote:</b>Music of the Night - Part 311 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Neighboring the Terran Kingdom is the land of Meradan, where the reigning families eldest daughter is about to be engaged. Lady Jacinta is a young and foolish miss, who is marrying for 'love'. Her betrothed is a handsome young fool. In the character of doing something unique they are having their engagement ball as a masquerade, in the historical fashion, grand and gothic in proportion.
Upon entering grounds of Meradan Castle, one is simply overwhelmed by both the ostentatious of the grounds as well as the general mood set about the place. It is as if something out of a gothic horror novel.
Trees overreach their boundaries, limb stretching and clinging to the whispers in the night. The full moon hung upon the edge of a turret from the castle. The gravel path leading up to the castle was guarded by two hedged labyrinths, stretching and overgrown as if more than alive. Secret meeting places for lovers, hidden portals for those spying on said lovers.
Music of the Night - Part 1Bringing up her flute to play a touch of an unknown love song, suddenly missing Wisto a great deal, it was something she had played for him before she understood the emotions behind the song. Now she did as well as feeling the emotions behind them as well.Music of the Night - Part 111 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The soft sound of music being played upon a delicate instrument drifted through the hallways of the stadium, permeating it with a faint resonance of sweet, soothing melody... It was like the tempting call of a siren to Tersiel's ears as he drifted aimlessly in search of somewhere to be; music had a way of playing with emotions, whether it fired them into existence or calmed them from a restless sea into the gentle ebb and flow of the tides...
It stopped, though, the music simply ceasing to be in a breath's time as the last traces of it faded from the echoes around him. Music played with emotion, and emotion was his business.
All he could do now was follow where it
Music of the Night - Part 3.45themightyjello wrote:</b>Music of the Night - Part 3.4511 years ago in Erotic More Like This
He would not let her go, however, he would not let her leave him, not yet, not now... Perhaps he had jumped to conclusions, perhaps she was not ready just yet, perhaps she needed more training until she became the obedient pet he knew that she could...
"Is freedom what you want? I offer it!" he snapped back at her, plunging his own leg onto the fountain bottom as he spun on the stone seat, catching her before she took two steps. He caught his arm around her waist, his other around her shoulders, pulling her back down with him onto the bench, where her wet dress soaked the thirsty stone and rubbed coarsely against the backs of her thighs.
"I've done nothing but give you what you wanted, and your friends have done nothing but tell you it was wrong..." his tone was still harsh, still angry as he held her, moving his hands across her body to hold her to him and make her listen.
His left arm slid down into her waist, across her thighs, pulling her into hi
RenewalI realized today,Renewal4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Much to my dismay.
I may start to have to grow up.
No longer half-empty, my cup.
I need to be happy with what I have and stop lingering in the past.
It's time to unfurl, my ship's giant mast.
I need to explore the thing's I don't normally try,
Or confront the thing's that have once made me cry.
This is my renewal, the start of something good.
Stop thinking of the mistakes, that to fix, I never could.
I'm sick of my depression, sick of the self-centered hate.
Sick of thinking that in this life I can never mate.
I need to bring my old self back, out of the depths I killed her long ago.
Bring her back to to life among the new-fallen snow.
Immaturity should only be used at specific times.
Not to bring the sourness of a forgotten old molded lime.
Life is not bad, neither is the world.
Happiness among others is something we should all work to unfurl.
The battle raging in my head I'm happy to say I just might win.
So thank you to all my friends and family who have helped me
i've been thinking and...i've come to a realization:i've been thinking and...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
no one can make me smile the way you do.
the ways we destroy ourselves.one.the ways we destroy ourselves.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were silences stretched out,
lingering in the pitter-patter of muffled
heartbeats. we were broken glass
digging into too-fragile lungs, we were
the shaking of the nervous earth beneath
our feet. we were bitter unforgiveness and
the screams of the world around us, we were
empty spaces, we were
everything but beautiful.
happiness is on vacation.
life is a sidewalk, he told me. life is a sidewalk,
and regret and pain and tears are the cracks,
and sometimes, he tells me,
sometimes, you can't fill them.
there's a shatter in the next room, a broken
breath, a shaking in the bones.
we're all broken,
darling, but some of us are empty, some of us
are just dead inside.
and nothing can wake us up anymore.
death is not knocking on my door;
i'm knocking on his.
balance beams.one.balance beams.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is three a.m.
and even the crickets are
sleeping. the only sounds
are the commercials on t.v.
and the soft noise of my
it is three a.m.
and my night light is broken
and it is too dark, too
quiet, and there is a monster
in my heart and
he won't go away.
just so you know:
i named the monster
i dreamed that we were
in a cave, black and blue. there was
a bottomless lake full of hope
and unwanted memories, and
running, screaming, searching
for an exit
only to find
that there wasn't one.
i spend my life on balance beams,
i can only try
not to fall off.
loneliness steals my oxygen,
and i'm left
but you put your hand in mine,
and there is warmth in the shadows,
and suddenly, hope is not too far
and you say
it'll be alright
and i think that maybe
dear self.dear self:dear self.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your name tells me that you're a pretty fossil.
Please don't let yourself
get stuck in the past.
Your heart may have a missing piece,
but you need to stop searching for it.
Life's enigma has it already misplaced.
Find another piece that fits.
When you fall down,
don't sit and clench your fists
in anger and hate.
You can't be helped up with a closed heart.
you miss feeling like you belonged;
when life was almost perfect
and you felt you lived in euphoria
every minute, every day.
You wonder if you could rid yourself
of that sadness for more
than three hours.
I know you are afraid of so many things.
You can hide things well in life,
but not this.
What you are most afraid of is yourself,
and that you will not become what
you wished you could've.
(You are afraid you will become a heartless monster.)
Don't doubt your talents.
Doubting won't get you
anywhere but nowhere.
You can make your friends smile.
happy endings.They say I am the writer of my own life,happy endings.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that just can't be true because I only
write of sad things such as
nightmares, calamities, and
(I can't write of happy endings,
like lives are supposed to end.)
I was wondering if you would help me
change a word or two, or five, or a sentence,
or even the whole book
(I was hoping that you would help me
write a fairy tale.)
I wrote the beginning in ink, so
we can only scribble out the words;
knowing all too well what is
under it. Maybe, if we tried hard enough,
we could turn the outcome of this
And I was hoping, wishing..
that you would help me write my happy ending.
late night secrets.i. have you ever been so hungry that, when food is finally ready and it's burning hot, you're not willing to wait?late night secrets.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
because i want to love someone like this. love someone so much it doesn't matter if i get burned. love someone so much that it just. can't. wait.
i want to love someone so much that i'm not afraid anymore. not afraid of the consequences, of getting hurt, or of losing myself. i want to love someone so much that it's consuming and i can do nothing but love, love, love.
ii. sometimes, i wish i didn't have so many shots at a decent future. sometimes, i wish the only future i could ever have would be in writing. maybe then people would leave me alone to chase my passion.
[i hate this about myself. i hate that i can't just be grateful for what i have. i hate this secret.]
iii. i worry that one day, when i call up a friend, she'll answer the phone and ask, 'who's speaking?'
i'll say, 'alyssa.'
she'll ask, 'who?'
my greatest fear is being forgotten.
iv. when i ca
ways to say goodbye.i. i want to make your heartways to say goodbye.7 years ago in Other More Like This
bleed and laugh and cry and
smile and feel instead of just
yawning from lack of love, but
i'm afraid being around you
makes me too empty to do so.
ii. i'm sorry. it hurts
too much to explain.
iii. go to sleep. i'll be here when you wake up.
except you weren't. you lied, and you left.
and i'm afraid to go back to sleep because i didn't even get to say goodbye.
iv. i think i'll be
like the city of
atlantis and pull
a disappearing act
out of your life.
circles in the sand.you will be drawing circles in the sand when he finds you.circles in the sand.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'why are you bothering to draw in the sand?' he'll ask. 'the waves will only wash your circles away.'
you'll finish the circle by writing love in the center, then you'll stand up to answer him, hair in your eyes from the wind and sand on your face.
'because maybe it won't get washed away,' you'll say. 'isn't it a chance worth taking?'
and instead of laughing at you like you expected, he'll smile. 'yes,' he'll say. 'oh, yes.'
you will be weak with lack of sleep, drowsy and stumbling, and he'll catch you before you run into the wall.
'go away,' you'll tell him. 'just go away.'
'no,' i don't think i will,' he'll say. 'want me to tell you a secret about you?'
'no,' you'll murmur bitterly, but that won't stop him.
'see, you have this dark view of love and hearts,' he'll say. 'for one, you don't believe in love, or the fairytale happily ever after kind. because it always gets washed away, doesn't it? that's how you see it.
ReflectionShe often stops by the wayside to admireReflection7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a beautiful view; today... she stills by the side
of a mirror-like lake, and studies her
reflection in the glassy surface. She sees:
a woman (having borne a child, you are entitled
to call yourself that, right?) with hair she likes
to call rose-gold, and eyes the color of
northern atlantic waters.
She views herself as beautiful if not in
the atypical sense of the word. Her hair isn't
platinum blond, or her eyes placid blue (they
are too troubled and tempestuous for that label).
She has her grandmother's nose, tip-tilted
and strong, wears her eyebrows not too thick or too thin,
arched like the wings of birds in flight over the
small almond shape of her eyes.
She considers her face too flat, her cheekbones
too high, is a bit irritated by the imperfection
of one arch on her upper lip (from an unfortunate
experience with building a fort and the use of a hammer).
This is the face that is her front to the world,
her mask to strangers, and her heritage