you'll think of me.you're going to miss me.you'll think of me.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when the night is silent and you can't hear anything but the beatbeatbeating of your heart against your ribcage, you're going to remember me. you're going to remember how my voice dropped to smoke when i was tired. the way i hesitated before diving, trembling even as i grabbed your hand and pulled us over the edge. the way i blushed and bit my lip, the way i tried to filter what i was going to say but always ended up saying it regardless.
and when the moon whitewashes your walls, you're going to think of me. you're going to think of the way i stood in the middle of the highway watching you leave. the way i looked in the rearview mirror bathed in your taillights. the way i wasn't crying, just rocked on my heels with fists jammed in my pockets. the way i never begged but opened the front door, the way i knew love tasted best when seasoned without expectations.
and when the stars dance between your curtains, you're going to wish for me. you're going to wish for so
first crushthe first to come aroundfirst crush5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her intent-filled eyes
and lustrous smile.
the sense of beginning.
a new found respect for
her hands felt like
little clouds from heaven,
far from appearance
she took it all in,
like a camera does
her ideas were sugar-filled
and a treat to me.
a calm sense of humor,
unlike most people.
a pearl in the ocean,
i must admit.
the first to come
was the first to go.
oh, the common
the first that came around
with intent-filled eyes
and a lustrous smile.
oh, that smile...
chemotherapyyour eyes are of autumn leaves,chemotherapy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
always shifting in their flight.
an air of soft love and dignity
is hinted all over you.
i can hear your dress drag
for it's a little too long,
but that just makes you
all the more a true jewel.
but, there is a sense of worry
lighting up the under eyeshadow.
that weight on your shoulders is
barely evident and clear.
the spine you own is
slightly tilted towards me,
but i guess that's 'cause
your hospital bed is so.
such a sight i see is powerful.
you're a woman of strong heart
for your essence is of grace
and true love on both sides.
that hair you once had...
it doesn't matter.
you're beautiful for you.
i'm the girl.you want to know who i am?i'm the girl.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am the girl falling asleep headfirst on top of the covers to the clackclackclacking of the rain against the windowpane. i am dreaming in tarnished poetry and rotting hopes, birdbone-wrists locking together, fingers plucking the strings along guitar-ribs. i am loving myself even as i pull apart wishbone-veins, stringing myself out across the carpet to pick out the parts i like best.
and i am the girl wandering the aisles of the book store. i am curling in corners with hemmingway, touching the pages like a lover, smelling the ink because im the girl who thinks books smell like faith. im tucking myself between each syllable, climbing down the commas and resting on the vowels. i am sticking my post-it-note-wishes over the adjectives, waiting for the words to bleed through the page and stain the backside of my skin.
and i am the girl holding her elbows when watching the ocean. i am pulling the stitches closed and wincing against the saltwater on my s
Down With ItI WANT TO TAKE YOU AND SMASH YOUR FACE IN.Down With It6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
DESTROY EVERY LAST THING I REMEMBER.
YOU BRING OUT THE WORST,
I HATE YOU!
I dESpiSE EvERy wakINg
mOMeNt i SpenD iN yOUr
sit down and relax.
i mean no harm.
true Artistsrosy panes and selfless strainstrue Artists5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
memoirs begotten reign again
rush the horses of every eve
and bring forth sweet memories
for in these halls lay the truth
of boundless creativity
that stretches above the chandeliers
and seeps into the rugs and floor.
lengthy spiderwebs it makes
on its journey down the way
and thus it falls into this hole
of which an Alice had made.
and dreams are built upon this,
the lives of those not of waste
who dedicate and move
the people of our race.
and to these dreamers we do say
that their efforts, hopes, and love
mold this world into a better place.
artists, what more can we say?
Core City - PromptProtagonist: Jack RamseyCore City - Prompt5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jack settled back on his sofa and shook his head. "Fences are independent here. It's better for you and better for us that way."
Pat, his very distant cousin from New York, scoffed at him. "But we're family, Jack. Come on. You can't help us out?"
"I can help you out, but I don't take orders from nobody. I run my business how I run my business." He wasn't going to give in, not even for his mother's family.
"All right, so you run it how you want. We don't care what you do, not really, but help us out with this." Pat sipped his coffee.
Jack leaned forward. "What do you want me to do, exactly?"
"Not much, just don't deal with the Scarletti Family. Tell them you're busy or on vacation."
"Sounds like you're telling me who to do business with." He had been his own man since he was seventeen and doing small time thefts. At thirty five he wasn't about to fall in line like a sheep.
Pat shook his head. "We're asking you to take a vacation and
A MESSAGE THAT WILL SHOCK YOUVisions of the Rapture, Tribulation, the Holy City, & the Thrones of GOD and satan.A MESSAGE THAT WILL SHOCK YOU5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The testimony of an 8 year old girl who encountered Jesus Christ:
More Translators Needed!
May the Lord bless all of you in this hour. Let's read from the Bible in 2 Corinthians 12:1-4, the Holy Word of God. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost "I must go on boasting. Although there is nothing to be gained, I will go on to visions and revelations from the Lord. I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago was caught up to the third heaven. Whether it was in the body or out of the body I do not know-God knows. And I know that this man-whether in the body or apart from the bod
SpainxReader Never forgetSpainxReader Never forget3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The scenes repeated in his head, your smiling face, the cute laugh that sounded like music to his ears, and the wonderful times you two shared together. All of it was too much for him to handle. Tears trickled out of his emerald eyes onto his cheeks as he fell to his knees clutching the white cloth placed out on the church floor. "(Name) (Name) (NAME)!!!!!!!!!"
You looked at the brown leather journal that you were given when you entered his kingdom. You took a napkin to dry off your tear-stained cheeks but it really didn't help since they kept coming."(N-Name)?" You turned around as a little smile crept onto your face, at lease being in heaven lets you see one of your very old friends. "H-How are you Prussia?" The fallen kingdom smiled and knelt down next to you. "Do you want to put this journal to good use?" You simply nodded as he opened the book "It's just blank pages Gilbert..." he chuckled as he whispered something that made your heart race. "Sho
P.S.I'm not writing this naked,P.S.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But my heart is.
And it writes with all the partially healed wounds of yesterday,
Beating perilously strong with this love of you.
ClopinThe thought makes me giggleClopin5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The sight makes me laugh
The voice makes me swoon
Like a silly child again
The antics just kill me
The jokes and the jests
But the sweetest of all
Is what lies in his chest.
Such Patient Sorrow...Water.Such Patient Sorrow...5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
So much water.
It was almost sad, in some strange way the Hunter couldn't quite comprehend. This was a natural phenomena: an underground ocean created over tens of millions of years by the steadily pouring acid rain that refused to let up. Nature had created it, and nature had populated it. Then why would something so natural seem so unbearably sad? Why was it that every time the Hunter came down here, immersed herself in the underwater tranquility of Maridia, that she was gripped with such agonizing sorrow and loneliness ?
A skeletal fish swam languidly by, its drooping fins stirring up the sediment that had collected after aeons on the cave floor. Even the fauna here looked sad. The fish's mouth was half open and gaping and its down turned eyes, glowing a faint yellow, made it look like it was about to start crying.
Maybe that's where the ocean came from, she mused with a smirk. Maybe the fish had cried it here.
She stopped to watch the fish swim by, resting her hand on a
qualmi never count my daysqualm6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i remember that
blesses me with each one
wait on me
for i'm walking stronger, but certainly not faster
Loner*blink*Loner6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where have I gone wrong?
Is there somewhere I belong?
She has her own crowd,
He has one too,
But my own crowd?
Has only but a few.
Is it my light
That shines so bright?
Is it because I know my knowledge
Of what's wrong and what's right?
Is it because I don't swear
Or use my mouth as a sword?
Or...maybe is it me? Just me?
All on one accord?
Whatever it may be
I hope that my search for home is not long.
But I still feel like there's nowhere
No crowd to whom I belong.
out of my notebookthese last words i speak of youout of my notebook6 years ago in Open More Like This
have fallen out of my notebook
full of fantasy, imagery, and the likes
of which you have only seen
in your world of dreams.
my life, my hopes and dreams,
are tied in with what i have thought,
seen and heard,
either in this world
or the fakes of my own creation.
and with these spoken i bring forth
what you shall strive to open;
your world of unspoken
lives you have lived in vain.
"and in your world, as in mine,
we are the nightmare brought to light.
our shadows shed from our pasty flesh,
consumed by the bright, which heals
our wounds of past terrors
but may the scars be left
for we can look to the past
to find our beloved future."
light, surface, and emotionThe pure white that laid before melight, surface, and emotion6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
had taken in my mind.
It had given me a blank, empty, simple
It was strong and intoxicating
to all of my body.
Yet, I worried.
Afraid of the outcome
of what was to occur.
Tools began to work their way.
A dash here,
a smudge there.
And colors of emotion all around.
It pleased me to express
without really any lips,
which twitched in all the vast movements.
And as final pieces pulled together,
and light befriended the surface,
I had struggled with something.
Imagery began to fade
as the time began to wander.
In faster speeds, I had rushed my hand.
Pushed it to work harder.
Until a hole tore through
because I had pushed too hard.
And it began to reveal more and more
of the wall behind it
as it began to fall apart.
Colors had turned into a vast pool
on the floor by my exposed feet.
The light started to seep through into the next room.
I was left with nothing.
My heart was in it,
but then I had pulled it back.
rose petal eyeshere in wait,rose petal eyes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i lay across the ground
with my hands
curled into dismembered fists
and eyes of red roses,
just waiting for her to return.
i don't know when,
i don't know where,
but i do know
in a day,
she'll return from her slumber.
how, i do not know.
why, the same.
i just do.
___________ _ _
in life, when we wait for ones we love,
it's not a physical attraction.
when i first ran into her,
i didn't know what to believe.
she was someone who seemed...
she was a flower, blossomed in the spring,
and yet only i noticed it.
now, after our separation,
i've realized that maybe this was to be.
she had changed, and i didn't like it.
where did all the love go?
how should i, a man of flesh and blood,
i only know that it feels right,
no matter how much i wish she was back
in my arms.
Christians UniteChristians uniteChristians Unite6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The truth of the Lord,
We all come aboard.
For He is our Shepard.
We follow His word
Day and night.
We believe in him
And we know He's right.
Come all believers
Unite in a ton
Praise Thee GOD the Holy ONE!
Neon TreesNeon TreesNeon Trees5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Here we go again!
I kinda wanna be more than friends
So take it easy on me
I'm afraid you're never satisfied'
Again! Like every day, every waking moment it seemed, they were arguing. He could no longer remember why though because after a second he got lost at the way she seemed to grow more beautiful every day. He wanted more than to be friends, or whatever they were from thier constant arguements, but he somehow knew she probably didn't feel the same.
She screamed something at him and he winced from her sudden explosion. 'This is funny,' he thought, 'no matter what I do. No matter how hard I try, she just doesn't seem to appreciate anything.' He sighed deeply and she stopped.
"What? Are you bored already?"
'Here we go again!
We're sick like animals
We play pretend.
You're just a cannibal.
And I'm afraid I won't get out alive!
Oh I won't sleep tonight!'
Beastboy looked into her angered eyes and held her gaze. "I guess I'm just fed up with these constant arguements. Don't yo
LongingI want the Renaissance of LoveLonging2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Age of Aquarius promised us.
I want to understand humanity
and ask you to take my hand when needed.
I want your hand
when I may desire the same.
I want prejudice to die
on the Altar of Compassion
while we walk arm-in-arm
without inhibition or shame,
a Love-In of not just tolerance,
but real acceptance.
My deepest desire is the reawakening
I want to end my vanity
to see what really matters.
I want a mature mind
with a young outlook.
I want to awaken refreshed each day,
and rest reassured each night.
I want to find myself by looking inward
rather than search the world in vain.
I want to accept responsibility and blame
if that’s what it takes to live honestly.
I want a revival of Love
we have all awaited for so long.
I want justice
for its own sake.
I want elections that give
a choice of politicians who will
“reach across the isle,”
instead of ridicule and polarize.
I want America to find its backbone
to stand against brutality
Entry for Scholastic ContestMy World Once Fell ApartEntry for Scholastic Contest6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As skies turned gray
And lights were dim,
The brave afraid,
The crowd all grim,
I couldnt see
What was beyond.
It was too late.
My world was gone.
Pure dark took place
To seize its time
And I just stood,
Shocked by the crime.
Where had they gone?
The people loved,
Away from me.
What did I do
To deserve such,
That Im alone,
Stuck in the dark.
How cold I was,
How blind Id been.
How would I find
That love again?
Was this all fate?
Was I a plan?
How should I know?
Im only man.
And so I walked
In search of them,
In hopes Id find
My world again.
But after that,
Maybe a year,
Id found something
Precious and dear.
Light had escaped
From its cold cell
And fought the dark.
In time the good,
With all its heart,
Had won against
The darkest part.
And so I stand
On this old stone
To proudly say
Id found my home.
And after that,
My life returned.
People I loved
Rebuilt my world.
all the dreamershere lie the dreamers of reality and deathall the dreamers6 years ago in Open More Like This
where all men have been born into perfection,
yet they are born sleeping and cold.
neither the young or the experienced
have faced the truth of life,
only the dreams with which they strive.
their lives are utopian, for they live
in the only way they can; the way they want.
they don't face what is given.
they take what is believed.
so what are we, those of the other?
when life rushes through our beds,
we wake in a curl of shivered emotion.
retracting, losing patience and will.
we fall by the wayside like garbage.
our eyes are drying up like the water
from a dreaded storm upon ourselves.
tired we are, for we once could be dreamers.
and yet, nobody realizes who the dreamers
really are behind their unreachable illusion.
all men and women are given mirrors,
tall as the sky and wide as the sea.
we see what we are,
but we fear that it is true.
jailbreakstuck behind metallic fencing,jailbreak6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
barely scraping the sky above.
where the rain is falling so
people facing me, on the other side.
their umbrellas poking up,
shielding their heads.
strange faces watching
like an attraction.
left here, just trying to run
with no cover, no clue,
no sense of direction.
i push up against the barrier
and no one tries to help by
tears shattering along the rain,
my emotions riding away
and no one to
but as another day came,
another crowd came.
the usual process.
i was there, sitting,
a mess of my former self.
i didn't care enough to
and then, i felt something.
a hand on my shoulder.
someone by my side.
i looked up into these...
deep eyes of intellect.
picking me up, carrying me
Summer's BreezeSweet smellSummer's Breeze5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of summer's fruit.
Against the blazing sun.
Your soft lips
Grazing my ear.
And warms me up.
"I love you."
I laugh and
Push you away.
I sprint along the golden
You chase after
You say you'll catch me,
Your arms grab me
You pull me in
And hold me tight.
We stand still
A part of the fields.
The wheats tickle my
Tickle my heart.
Together for the summer.