Flower HeartFlower Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Eyes Have Been Soiled
My Cheeks Are Tarnished
Most Foul Face Known
Have Streamed Their Way
Newly Soiled Eyes
They've Tarnished My Cheeks
Made My Face Hideous
They Flow Throughout My Body
The Same Way My Cold Blood
Flows As Well
Through My Heart
Through My Soul
I've Been Told
We All Have Flower Hearts
We've Been Born With Small Seeds
They're Inside Us All
The Only Way For Them To Grow
Is To Make Tears For Them
The More Tears We Make
The More Powerful
Our Flower Hearts Become
My Flower Heart
Will Become Stronger Too
And All These Tears I've Cried
Will Make Me Beautiful
The Wolf SongThis song is dedicated to all the Wolves,The Wolf Song7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
who had fallen for the pack,
who had died to save us.
Gods bless your bravery.
We will never forget...
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Left hearts full of loneliness.
For the freedom’s sake you have fallen,
They‘ve left your dreams forever broken!
You died to save us, your sacrifice…
It’s the greatest heroism in our eyes!
So brave kids of wildness,
Left hearts full of sadness.
We’ll remember, we’ll never forget… never!
Knowing killing you was the worse crime ever,
We’ll keep the memories of you with honour,
Swearing they won’t kill our kind anymore!
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Our hearts full of loneliness.
So brave kids of wildness,
Our hearts full of sadness.
You’ve given us the might for now and ever.
The power to don’t let them win – never!
We all solemnly swear, that we’ll fight…
‘til the very end of this dying night!
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
The MurdererTo be able to kill, once more, would've felt like heaven.The Murderer4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He imagined himself being on the streets again, in a big yet quiet town. He imagined himself walking behind a middle-aged woman, maybe arm in arm with her grumpy husband. He would pass her, slowly, while observing the wrinkled face, some locks of grey hair unconcealed. The extravagant Gucci, which was meant to show how different she was— obviously, she was just as different as every woman of her age. The clamping high-heeled shoes, blue veins meandering through her skin. He could smell her perfume, a strong scent of dated nail polish and petrol. He would probably give her a polite smile and she would be reminded of her son, who was about the same age. She would smile back.
He imagined starting a conversation and sympathetically touching her shoulder. He imagined her husband looking around and tapping with his fingernails on the glistening wristwatch he got from her for his 58th birthday, last month. He imagined talking to
Allow Me to Be Your ViolinAllow me to be your violin,Allow Me to Be Your Violin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your muse and your meaning.
Take my lyrical harmonies
Appreciate the quality.
Like strings I can respond to a single touch
Playing out the notes you desire to hear.
I'll scream and whisper in crescendos,
And for your great amusement,
I sing high, low, every note in between.
You've got the staccato, col legno,
Every technique in the book
Mastered with some magic hands.
You're a maestro, the conductor,
First-chair concertmaster extraordinaire.
All those skills amount to nothing
can't play a single note on me.
Allow me to inform you,
I'm burning all your notes now.
Half notes, whole notes,
Quarter eighth sixteenth notes.
Playing out of tune, slip of a finger,
Learn to read some music
Before you dare to play with me.
breathe, pleasei love you anonymously,breathe, please3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in smoke-lit corners
stitch you up bleeding fast on the ground of night
slick thread and your hope draining out the holes
you can't even snap the edges off the fear, you
can't file depression to a point
you, closest man-friend, a corpse, and i revive you yet
waistcoat spread like your ribs after autopsy
thirstwe will swallow rivers; meandering,thirst3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on our humid lips
KnowledgeCome walk with me, walk with me my dear.Knowledge4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will tell you, tell you of the world.
Tell you of its wonders, tell you of its tales.
Tell you of the people, tell you of the places.
I'll tell you of the simple things, the ones that trouble us.
The things that need explaining, explaining through and through.
Explain to you the silly things, that keep us up at night.
Explain to you why young birds must take flight.
Come sit with me, come sit with me my dear.
Our world is hard to understand, and only one thing does compare.
Time itself is complex as can be, confusing us is hardly what I'd call fair.
Holding its mysteries, hidden from our eyes.
Being so majestic, yet its all a disguise.
Come listen to me, listen to me my dear.
I could tell you all these things, if only we had time.
I would tell you all of this, all of this and more.
But how I came to know this? Well that's a story for another time.
onea silver-sweet tasteone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
craftsmen craft lies
of velvet, you
chemicalsthe alchemist mingles and melts and mixeschemicals3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet you don't turn to gold; i know you are
already made of [e]motionless metal, indoors-
where cosy hearth-fires used to tickle skin of inside
intestines and intestines and cellularity, lobsterlike red
as are your brain wisps still- happy pink, they call it
but fish are to be eaten only, and you carelessly dance a duet
with the white unscrupulousness, back and forth-
till your lobsters of sense shrink and shrink and shrink
at last, you are gold
suppressorthe inter-suppressor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
betweeners of your childhood,safely wiped from that 116.34 gigabytes hard disk in your headbut you don't dance, do you
the stones gaze and their engravings quietly shriek till you've gone
116.34 it doesn't rain [in you], so you curse the meteorologist on BBC your soles are heavy,
they sink down into the cold asphalt till you decide to take those feet
as you carefully tiptoe around your 116.34 gb black hole
coatingsdon't drag us along in your poetic Utopia,coatings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these never-to-be dreams of a world— such an immense madness of
myriad syllabic mazes meandering,
metaphors describing your gloomy smirks, your
eureka invention of monotonous masks, and all those other
[ i kept a list ]
incapabilitywouldn't youincapability4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wouldn't you miss
our society so pierced by cliches
after all, aren't we the masters of our own happy ending to never-end
the desperate desire to be best
no tales, i know your soul lies with golden victory and plastic flowers
craving for goodbye before hello
remember, when those mind-breaking breaths were still significant
wouldn't you miss
oh how i would.
DreamsHello, I'm here, on the shelf!Dreams4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Can't you see me? Can't you just open me and flip through my pages? A little attention would be nice. I don't ask much, I only want you to enjoy my sentences, words, letters. You don't have to rub my back. You don't have to read my entire story. You can draw in me, rip my pages and burn them. You will probably think I'm boring, you will probably shake your head disapprovingly. You will probably hate me, and put me back on the shelf after a few minutes. We can forget it all, like it never happened. You'll just get the book next to me and I'll be dusty and lonely.
As I was
Here, on this shelf, whenever you need me.
twelveyesterday hunted you down eternally,twelve4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with pitchforks and clockworks panting in your neck
today loathed you with a passion,
if only gazes could kill, you chuckled so morbidly
tomorrow already forgot your name,
your body and the frightened nomad living inside it
the hands struck twelve; you were
Too cold for angels to flyWith her bare feet she stood in the snow.Too cold for angels to fly4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her footsteps led back to a grey building.
She had just walked out of the front door without anyone noticing her.
Her brown curls hung loosely around her white spotted face.
She remembered her mother had told her to comb it, but it wasn't necessary.
The cold snowflakes brushed her face.
It was very cold outside, almost too cold, but she didn't notice.
Her fingers felt the soft material of her dress.
The dress was a bit too short for her liking, but she didn't care.
She looked back once more at the building.
Her family was in there, crying probably.
But she couldn't go back now. Not anymore.
She looked up to the sky and saw the moon.
Suddenly she was gone.
The little girl standing behind her swore she saw feathers flutter to the ground.
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
taboowhile we spend our days with lipstaboo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like smiling bloody red bananas
lacklustered eyes to the maximum
and feet rhythmically bitch-slapping the earth we used to call
home sweet home
remember when seconds were the
forever always-lasting never-ending
years of our wrinkleless youth
hugging mere dreams labelled as sensory perceptible reality
knowledge was taboo
i want it back
ApocalypseHe inhaled the ocean,Apocalypse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling it tickle down into his lungs
Like a swallowed butterfly.
Grabbing the continents with his hands,
As earth fell through his fingers into nothingness,
He watched his destruction,
And felt no guilt.
The ground quaked inside the lines and furrows of his palms and clenched fingers
And the salt water burned and beat against the strong, healthy lung tissue
But it was no use.
That was the end.
spunthere were spider webs in his irisesspun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they functioned as framing for the paradise in his inner brain,
delicately hand-crafted by [glow in the dark] fairies
loveologyyou are my monochrome tv, my imprisoned freedom fighter, my loveliest disasterloveology4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the reason my lungs absorb particles of dancing air
[breathing isn't just a rhythm]
light years are only fractions of an hourglass
earthquakes silently judge us, we just smile
floating on the petals of our near-to-be unhappy end
infinity can never last long enough
our catatonic love
Carpe DiemHer life transformed in one tomorrow.Carpe Diem3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Depressed Friend.I sharpened my pencil dully, listening to the small crunches of the shavings hitting the floor. Only 5 more minutes until the period finished. I only needed to sharpen it for 5 more minutes.The Depressed Friend.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some judgemental part of me said that I was an idiot, but I ignored it.
I heard the sliding of a chair and the padding of someone's shoes across the carpet. I looked over my shoulder at Monica, sullen as ever. She threw a scrunched up piece of paper into the bin, not bothering to see where it landed, and trudged back to her seat. I peered curiously at it. Monica never communicated her feelings. Maybe this was a clue on what she was thinking.
I deliberately dropped my sharpener into the bin and stretched into the contents of the bin to retrieve it. On pulling my hand out, I also grabbed Monica's note.
Life is a dark, dark void, and I am on the edge of it, staring into the abyss. I wonder if it has a bottom, and if it will hurt if I hit it.
I glanced up in disbelief to where Monica was, drea