smilesi.smiles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let's share the loneliness, she said
we'll fill our hollow hearts with cranberry juice and pancakes
we'll dance, sing and make musicals about our life
we'll be the happiest imperfect people on earth
he smiled; laughing openly seemed too cynical
coiffures and mortgages stole our money, he said
we'll get ourselves a barking crocodile to get rid of mice
we'll sleep for a million years [and so much longer]
we'll call each other names and curse until our tongues start bleeding
she smiled; sobbing wouldn't change a thing
this is the cleft in being-together-yet-not-really, they said
we'll turn musicals into tragedies, crocodiles into rubber ducks
we'll eat our hollow hearts— and sleeping is for the roses
we'd just multiply the loneliness
they smiled; there was nothing else left
Letters Of LoveRegarding those love letters strewn on your bedLetters Of Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They were never meant for someone as beautiful as you
Falling hearts from the skies of time
Draped in ashen white
The writing's on the wall
Words get tossed around and jumbled
Weaving in and out of truth and lies
Regarding those love letters on your bed
I never meant the words in them at all
When I said I loved you, I lied
When I said I missed you, it wasn't what I meant
What I really meant to say
Was I love you and I miss you today
It was never in the past
Only in the present and the future
And I wipe this lip shaped kiss
From the seal of this last envelope
As I place it on your pillow
And a single tear makes a journey
From my eye, down my cheek
And into my heart
As I finally walk away
i was someone.I was someone before I met you, too.i was someone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had what I needed
My child mind dreamed of dragons and glitter rain.
I sang myself to sleep each night,
A cradlesong like stars flickering
Knowing that someday I'd be everything I wanted to be.
Your eyes will no longer be the prison
That holds me.
I will believe in the myths again
If it's what will save me.
I choose the life I live.
And I choose a life that is danced, not staggered through;
A life that embraces mystery.
I choose to accept what you have done to me,
But not let it consume me.
I was someone before I met you, too.
fairytales and regurgitationyour pacifistic smile makes myfairytales and regurgitation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a similar shape, cynically
"anything is possible,"
you whisper, "chickens
can fly, trees will outlive you
and bananas do not
grow towards the light-"
you stole the words
i used to lisp when you were
into painting realistic portraits
and you [such a tragedy]
only spoke to me in dead languages
well, my brain
refuses to reply, twisting
like tentacles of a baby-sized octopus
craving for food
so we'll fill ourselves
with literature, eat and eat
yellow-ish pages of
knowledge, stained with coffee
it is noon and we are
to shine like suns
[and moons and diamonds
and helicopter lights]
you tell me how there are
peace is a tale and
you are another
fairy of my imagination
What if I told you...What if I told youWhat if I told you...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I hurt myself...
Would you laugh at me?
Would you judge me?
Would you care?
Would you yell?
Would you Ignore me?
What If I told you
That I felt alone?
Would you abandon me?
Would you support me?
What If I told you
That wanted to kill myself?
Would you Scream?
Would you cry?
would you beg me not to?
Would you give me a reason not to?
Could you give me a reason?
What if I told you
That I hurt myself?
Would you help?
Alzheimer'sI see tree branches in your gnarledAlzheimer's3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your arctic lungs
On an emotion you
Can't even remember the name of
The place stories come from'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.The place stories come from3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited s
On the Roof Top Chapter OneOn the Roof Top Chapter One7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gaara looked out the window and put his hand to his chin as a sigh escaped his lips. He leaned on the ledge and felt the soft desert breeze. He blew out a little breath and smiled slightly.
The sand was a golden color and it shone brighter today. A voice nagged in the back of his mind; the sand wasnt any different--he was. Maybe it was the peaceful morning. Maybe it was the smell of breakfast wafting up to his room on the breeze. Maybe it was just the lack of tension in the atmosphere around him. He ran his fingers through his hair and gave it a good shake.
He caught a glimmer in the corner of his left eye. He turned his head and beheld what was on the roof of the level below his. Sakura was on the roof. She was past the line of vision of everyone but Gaara. He stared at her. She had a cotton robe hanging next to a bathtub. The water was no doubt warmed by desert sun. She put up an umbrella so that half the tub would remain shaded, but he could see the whole tub either way.
On the Roof Top Chapter ElevenOn the Roof Top Chapter Eleven7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sakura whipped her head from left to right as the wind began to pick up at her feet. She saw the leaves dance around her in a whirlwind. Sakura grabbed at the kunai strapped to her thigh. She felt her breathing grow frantic as the cyclone began to spin faster and faster around her. She gasped as the leaves hit the ground.
Sasuke was standing in front of her. His hair was longer than the last time she had seen him. He wore a shirt that revealed part of his heavily muscled chest. The sleeves clung to his large arms that were across his chest as he had often done as a young boy. The pants he wore were also black. He smirked as he unfolded his arms across his chest. She could see the definition of his legs through the fabric. Sasuke was much, much stronger now.
Sakura held onto the kunai tightly. Sasuke walked over to her calmly. She felt him squeeze her wrist before she even saw him at her side. She dropped the kunai. Sasuke wrapped his free arm around her waist and he nuzzled his cheek t
The StargazerThe boy was trembling in fear, eighteen feet above the ground. After a quick glance down, he knew his fears had been fulfilled. They were here.The Stargazer3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been sitting there for hours, grateful for every second he could spend away from them. This spot, hidden between the branches of the highest tree in a three mile radius, was perfect for such purposes, although he knew they'd come looking for him, eventually. But he'd always been so certain that they would never actually find him. In his childish naivety he'd always hoped for the best, he'd always hoped for a place he could finally call home. Pressed against the thick stem, mud all over his face and leaves everywhere else, even in his mouth [they tasted like freedom] he had felt more at home than anywhere else.
Yet, even this safe place would be taken away from him, he realized, as he heard that voice, calling his name. The voice which had made him tremble, scream, suffer and beg for forgiveness for so many times. He started praying, desp
ViolinI sit alone in the auditoriumViolin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening to this wonderful melody
That is being played by the boy up on stage
In a way I'm invisible
Because he is so absorbed in his playing
That he does not notice me
But still I stay here and listen
His music is beautiful to me
It evokes feelings in me that I never knew were there
And I wonder why no one else seems to recognize it
Perhaps it is because he is so shy
And people are not willing to break that small barrier
So that they can hear and see the treasures that lay beyond it
They are not willing to even do a little bit of work to get what they want
And it frustrates me
He stops playing then
And I begin to applaud him
He turns to look at me
But says nothing his eyes questioning me
As if he wondered why I had come
I expect him to leave then
Instead he gestures toward the piano
And then towards me
I smile and begin to make my way to the stage
After all how could I refuse?
I consider it an honor to play with such a master of music.
OrientalismIn the day, yellow sandOrientalism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the Taklamakan
coats the motorbikes
of your overlords
At night, this city's towers
gleam, a Chinatown of lights
(dragon gold, lantern red)
Here, you can eat
a Philadelphia roll
or a fortune cookie
on the side
Or you can dive
into a Pacific of
in wire cocoons
Don't get distracted
by the innumerable
neon kanji; trace
the tiny green
lights to the
at the end of
Monogamy Is A Magiciani thought i was going to marry you -Monogamy Is A Magician3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I had it engraved on the walls of my mind,
that our children will call you, father.
I didn't realize that you, were etching my future oulines in reality.
You dragged me by my self esteem
and with such reachable horizons;
resistance didn't possess an essence
in what we labeled love.
There was an eclipsed latch on the doors of my mentality
and only you could release me,
but you were confidentially stubborn;
never imagined naive was in my description.
Your grip had loosened when i noticed my body had the treatment of your action figures.
Rebellious silence never paralyzed you better than i could.
The PrisonerHe forced a smile upon his face and gazed through the grey, steel bars in his small room. The square outside, three levels lower, was plain and without any sign of vegetation whatsoever. He wasn't allowed to go outside, but couldn't care less about some asphalt-covered plaza. He had always loved nature. The smell of freshly sown grass, the sight of the trees dancing at the rhythm of wild winds and the absolute feeling of insignificance that used to overwhelm him. Nothing would matter, he wouldn't matter. He missed that feeling like hell. Shades of green covered most of his dreams, and it soothed him somewhat that his unconsciousness hadn't forgotten about the most precious leafs, petals and branches out there. Because he had.The Prisoner3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet, he had a greater passion which he was able to imagine very lively. He fancied the same scene he'd been thinking of for weeks now. The perfect place, the perfect woman, the perfect smiles they exchanged, the perfect-- His thoughts were interrupted by loud nois
I guess thats it.A two hour showerI guess thats it.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the numbing rain.
Trying so hard
to feel the pain.
My hands clench shut
Curled up on the floor
Hoping that no one
Will walk in the door
I open my eyes
and look down at my hand
knowing that most
That i dont cut
to rid of pain
I do it to feel
So i dont go insane....
Ghost Of A MaidenIt's the end of an eraGhost Of A Maiden7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Another soul sold
To thou who is judging
Our rise and our fall
Another life graven
Another vessel deemed
Too unsuitable to live
Or so it had seemed
Another raven does call
At the merciless door
Of the beggar and rich man
And the tales of myth and folklore
The ghost of a maiden
Hair flaxen like straw
Lies cold in waiting
For once and ever more
Don't believe what you hear
When they say it's a lie
History speaks drapes of truth
That many race of man deny
Like an iced pearl to the touch
And cold to the bone
Walks the ghost of the maiden
Living in histories truths, alone
LoveAnd you stood thereLove3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Facing the crowd
Declaring your love for me
Real, out loud
And I knew
That it was for real
No one can fake that
Kind of feel
So on the battlefield
With my head held high
Emotions started to stir
Love drew nigh
I set out to find you
And find you I did
And love drew me closer
No longer I hid
Then there was a disruptance
Resentment started to stir
And you began to see me
For the things I really were
But slowly you came back to me
Hesitant at first
And love took over again
Quenching a silent thirst
Have you ever...Have you ever forgotten your alive?Have you ever...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Have you ever Felt alone,
In a crowd of people?
Hidden your emotions?
Or pinched yourself,
As a reminder to breathe?
Have you ever regretted waking up in the morning...?
Have you ever criticized someone for being sad?
Have you ever looked at your reflection,
To see a total stranger?
Have you ever put yourself in someone elses shoes?
put someone down?
tried to help a freind?
Have you ever failed?
Have you ever lied to yourself to make the hurt go away?
anthropophobiaas paranoia embraces me,anthropophobia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cannot fight the urge to look up
and perceive what i expected
j u d g e m e n t
written all over their faces
ForeverForever3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Patience is a gift
That you need to work for
Every single day.
But when you have it
You see life in a new way
And it get easier.
But with my patience
It's not enough for me
To stop missing you.
Last time I saw you
Last your arms where around me
Last time I kissed you.
Those moments are there
Always in my mind and heart
To never disappear.
I'll see you again
I'll feel you in your return
I'll love you the same.
But I simply can't
I can't stop wanting you here
To look at your eyes.
Everything have an end
This waiting will have one too
But this love is forever.~