LegacyWe always were asking questionsLegacy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering why this would happen
Hoping things would change
You never asked; you accepted
You never wondered; you just knew
You didn't just hope; you changed things
And we were changed by you
We learned things we never would've known
Had you never existed
You taught us to embrace the moment
To accept the past
To make now better
And always believe that tomorrow could be great.
You lived each day to the fullest
While we waited around for life to happen
You made life happen
You never waited
Why did you go?
It was time to go
You knew that
And yet we always knew
That we would always remember
And refuse to let people forget
You happened for a reason
So now can become better
And tomorrow can become great.
She speaks in sighsShe speaks in sighsShe speaks in sighs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
melancholy dripping from her eyes
to her lips, leaving salty trails
on her pale cheeks
She wanders through a whirling fog
tormented by shadows
of things never there
things that will never come
to break through the misty grey,
to stop the whirling in her mind
the flooding in her eyes
She speaks in sighs
of evaporated hopes,
of disintegrating dreams
She walks hand in hand
the two so intertwined,
there is no room in her heart
the cold so permeating
warmth is simply kept away
TryThere were all the signs, all along,Try3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've told you every one
and yes, you're marvelous at denial,
I love you anyway [I think]?
You've watched me drop
and watched me climb,
I told you that I've never felt fine
and yet I know it's just
way too hard
to be okay with the life I've lived;
see, it's not yours it's mine.
I can reassure you that I'm
giving up on time-
you keep me here.
Am I allowed to hate you
Talk About FreedomShe lightly taps her fingers down your spine and tells you she can count the vertebrae. One, Two, Three... the numbers are exact and her knowledge of every line is exact, and yet the only thing you'll ever know is that the numbers aren't exactly what you wanted. Want. Your standard of perfection changes every day, and she cries about that, cries because she knows where this will end. You trace your ribcage and admire the sharpness of the edges, telling her that someday, the bone will cut you free from yourself. Your body. Your insecurities, your fears.Talk About Freedom4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You're so sure.
She massages nonexistent muscle and notices exactly how deadly you are to yourself, how breakable you look and feel and act. She notices the slimness of your shoulders and the hinging elbows and how it's possible to see the bones in your wrists twist as you move. And you admire it, while she flinches at your every sign of perceived perfection. You explain that weightlessness isn't only achieved in space; and you'll someda
Bleach- SunburnedPeople go to the beach for several reasons: to take a swim in the ocean; to play some beach volleyball; to party all night long; to take romantic walks along the shore at sunsetBleach- Sunburned4 years ago in Romance More Like This
And most people can do all these things because they know to protect themselves from the dangers of the beach. One such danger? Forgetting to put on sunscreen, then falling asleep out in the hot sun wearing only swim trunks. You'd have to be one of two things to do something this monumentally stupid:
1. An idiot.
2. Ichigo Kurosaki
And according to the latter's rather bemused girlfriend, Rukia Kuchiki, the two were not mutually exclusive.
"You know, I highly doubt your cracks at my expense are going to make my sunburn go away any faster," Ichigo muttered after awhile.
Rukia frowned as she squirted some more aloe vera onto her hand. Ichigo visibly winced when he felt her touch his stomach and very gently rub the cool substance into his beet red skin.
TaxonomyRegrettably, those who happen to share my kingdom, phylum, class, order, family genus, and species cannot possibly understand the bond I've managed to foster with the one to whom I'm attached by the class, located just below the phylum. As chordata, we've both been blessed with a wonderfully flexible spine (except, it seems, when I sit, stand, or walk, and whenever he wakes up from an especially long nap) and as mammalia we've both been benevolently blanketed by a layer or five of fibers, and though mine are perhaps fewer in number, pigment, and blatancy, they're there all the same.Taxonomy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sharing a certain affinity with my alarm clock, he takes it upon himself to personally grace my countenance with his fur-coated form each morning in order to assure that I make any and all necessary appointments. His tail is held high and swished through the air as I trudge zombie-like behind him at that ungodly hour, nearly tripping over his darting, meowing form. As we reach his destination he insists tha
Ghost HuntTwo children, same of birth, wandered the halls.Ghost Hunt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sister and a brother
With hearts and heads at the ready in the suffocating silence.
The aging mansion seemed to moan in pain.
The ghosts it sheltered were being slaughtered by the children.
And the mansion mourned their absence.
One spirit remained; the favorite of the house.
A playful little girl was she,
her body was scarred by her own doing
Driven by madness, despair and boredom.
But no more.
She, who only wanted a friend, found not one;
What will they play?
Her favorite; hide and seek.
She hurried to hide.
The twins took only a glance to plan their next move.
Only one ghost remained. That would change.
Finding her in the closet she hid in, the twins had her cornered.
With no where to run.
She greeted them with a smile.
They greeted her with Hell.
And the house was silent, the halls were empty, once again.
Puppet DollI'm a Frankenstein's Doll.Puppet Doll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plaything for the maddened mind.
I am a child of all that is wrong in the world.
I stole from the dead and made them mine....
I'm your puppet, dear.
Hangman's ropes guiding my way.
These stitches hide something,
Something tearing at the seams.
In me, whose heart is beating?
Where have these hands been?
What have these eyes seen?
Can I recollect their memories of flesh?
Is my soul a patchwork reflection of my body?
Where is the me under this?
When this puppet no longer dances...
...where will I be?
Beautiful, Wonderful EyesI go to your home, the moon shines brightly above. It is peaceful, but something horrible has happened to your sweetheart. A dim candle-light shines through the front window, I know you are awake. When I knock you answer. Those beautiful blue eyes stare up at me. Moonlight plays off of them, turning them to a shimmering silver. I smile lovingly, nearly forgetting why I had come.Beautiful, Wonderful Eyes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beautiful eyes, what have they seen to make them so beautiful?
Your gentle voice breaks my thoughts. Instantly, I remember what had brought me to your doorstep this late at night. You question my presence, but you don't seem bothered by it. I try to tell you, but the words fail to come. I don't wish to carry this burden, but you need to know. I can't let you know though, in fear those beautiful eyes will become hollow. They flicker with curiousity, though your smile remains.
Wonderful eyes, what have they dreamed to make them so wonderful?
When I finally stutter the news, your smile fades, along w
Perry"Poetry is highly skilled construction of an image using words and devices to convey it."Perry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once she said it, I was changed. My view of myself as the artisan type - writing out tomes in a coffee shop shifted to that of a builder. A Lego warrior. I didn't trip over my feet and find a sentence snaking between my ankles! They were built. Formulated for maximal effect. Like a great mosaic in blood and mustard and cream. I am a builder.
If only I could learn how to remove scaffolding.
Unexpected AuthorCame to read.Unexpected Author4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stayed to write.
A Day in The Life of a TransgenderWhat does everyone think when they take off their clothes?A Day in The Life of a Transgender4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When they take a shower or get dressed every day?
What do you feel?
Do you want to be able to take a zipper and zip off your top layered body like in cartoons?
Do you sit in your bed crying refusing to look in a mirror?
To those who still don't know what I'm trying to get at:
Stop right now and think.
Think of who you are.
Name everything that makes you you.
Now picture everything that makes you who you are and change it to the polar opposite.
Yes, even gender and sex.
Boys, look into a mirror and imagine you have DD breasts.
Girls, look into a mirror and imagine you have no boobs, but are growing a beard.
Think of how turned upside down your life would be.
All the medical procedures, mental torture, bullying, the wrong kind of puberty.
For me, I have to tape down my breasts and wear tight spandex to hide my curves.
And worst of all I have to wake up every morning and take a shower looking the way I do.
My school is all girls,
Something NewShe began to pursue me almost immediately after I met her. To this day I don't know why...she says it was initially because she found me "sweet and cute", but then she just couldn't get enough of me. Truth be told, she could have had almost any other girl, or guy she wanted. There were so many to choose from, all of them better looking than me. But she chose me.Something New4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'd never been pursued by a woman before.
She knew it, therefore she was different with me than she ever was with any other. I met her in August, after school started for the semester. She offered me a smile and a hug upon our first meeting. That was nothing unusual; I'm a huggable person, willing to hug anyone who wants one.
For the rest of our time at the student center she sat next to me, wearing ripped blue jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt which was a bit too big for her, for it hung down off one shoulder. &
In the MomentThe look in your eyes.In the Moment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So soft, yet serious at the same time.
Almost as if you are looking at every detail of me.
Enough to make me actually look at how I look.
Making me feel worried, of how I am to you.
Something in me feels uneasy when you look at me..
but at the same time..
Makes me feel happy.
I can't really explain to you how I feel about you.
But all I know.
I wish I could actually talk to you more...
This interesting person in front of me.
This is Just to SayThis Is Just To SayThis is Just to Say6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I may have taken
A short walk
Just the other
By the weeds
And dust with
No thoughts in
I may have.
Perhaps this is so
But then again
I may have
A roaring puddle
With kingdoms on shore.
I may have
Danced a dozen times
Across crystal halls
In elegant balls.
I could have
Raised a dinosaur
On bones and say he
Followed me home.
Perhaps I flew
Across a starscape
Endless in all directions
Sailing true forever.
It was just
A short walk
But it was not
It was so much more.
Maybe I shouldI always wear headphones, for peaceMaybe I should4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They aren't noise cancelling
But they are interaction cancelling
The thing is...
They keep working when I take them off.
CrashI feel like I am just hovering in the air,Crash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I will love you
I will love you temporarily
Or at least
I will love you
For as long as it takes
For me to hit the ground.
Because I will fall,
It is inevitable.
We all die at some point or another,
So don't reach for me
My five-foot distance away from the edge
Is just enough
To keep you alive.
But not really
Because I really do love you.
Too Much, Too LittleI couldn't possibly look like a boy...Too Much, Too Little4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because my breasts are too big.
My hair's too long to be boy-ish..
even though I like boys with long hair.
I'm far to female..
to be a man.
Then I'm to masculine...
to be feminine.
I dress to boyish...
to dress up.
I act too much like a guy...
to be a lady.
I prefer girls, but sometimes I like guys...
so I can't choose my own sexuality.
I hate guys...
but I still wanna be one.
Can't I just be myself...
without you making it harder to figure out?
Calling MeWords sipt out recklesslyCalling Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A prelude to a fall
In a damage-machine
Set in Spite's factory
A night in which demons roar
Struggling to break their chains
And they are calling my name
They are calling me
If one can't survive
But yield to its Master's call
Should instead break open
The putrid doors of Hell itself?
A flowing stream of hate, blood and fear
Runs through Dream's fingers
Awake in a glassy Bell jar
The shreds of his ego are calling
His voices are calling my name
They keep calling me!
Imagination GameImagination Game4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Here, there is no gravity
Yet feet stay on the ground
Castles rising in the air
Above the battleground
The dragons come to scorch and fight
They're fearsome, to be true
But you're a knight of noble bounds
And they will succumb to you
Your feet are flying with the wind
Your powers, limitless
A curse may be, but never fear
All's well with just one kiss
Born of only common blood
But royal in your own right
Draw the arrow, aim the bow
In this everlasting fight
Whether prince or princess
The rules are just the same
Have fun in this dear magic world
With the imagination game
My Needing.My mind is so out of it.My Needing.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When ever you are here, it's like you jumble my radio frequency.
I thought i would do fine.. Not talking to you for a while.
That I could get over the wanting to talk to you so bad.
I soon found that nothing changed.
No matter how much I wanted too.
I can't stop it, the want of you.
To talk to you.
Hopefully you could understand.
What I am saying is true.
And that one day I could prove this to you...