What's The Point?What's the point in livingWhat's The Point?4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When the world is caving in?
What's the point in survival
When no one gives a damn?
You might think I'm crazy
For living on the edge.
But It's better than living on the safe side
Only going where you've been.
Child's BloodWhat would a child's blood look like?Child's Blood5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pure and golden on the knife,
Spilling in untainted rivers
Like a half-forgotten memory.
What would a fairy's scream sound like,
Her back arched in writhing pain,
What would you do, my jealous friend?
Watch her beauty wither?
What would a demon's heart look like?
Blackened and withering, curling at the tips,
A page of a book that's always been
Left on the shelf for another day.
What would a bird's wings feel like?
A glove to fit the old, scarred hand,
What would you do with wings, I ask?
Save the child, the guessed-at or the good?
I'll Love You Even In DeathHer hand tightens on mineI'll Love You Even In Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I kiss her into the bed.
Her mouth is parted,
Inviting me in.
She's never acted this way before.
Always alone, always sulking.
But now she's opened up
She's shown me her scars, her tears.
I lick her neck right under the chin
She squirms under me, sighing for more.
But I don't.
Laying down besides her,
I kiss her on the head.
She may pout in protest,
But I just pull her closer.
Until she's wrapped in my arms.
She fits me, like a puzzle piece.
I'm not ever letting her go,
Not even if she dies.
LabyrinthMy mind is a Labyrinth.Labyrinth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Intricate and dark.
With hidden places
Twists and turns
Pits and prisons
To be collected,
From their forgotten corners.
It's easy to follow the path,
To never delve deeper
Into the dark,
But where's the fun in that?
I treasure all.
The tortured insane.
Pessimist or Realist?
Satan's Best or Hidden Saint?
Disturbed or Experienced?
Or pure Genius...
My mind is a Labyrinth
And I am its creator.
DryIvory veinsDry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mutilated and stained.
Drained of existence
Overflowing with pain.
Liar You're beautiful...Liar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of course I am.
No, I mean it.
Sure you do.
Why won't you believe me?
Because you're lying, that's why!
Why would I lie about that?!
Maybe because you like to see me squirm, or you're just a jerk, or both. I think I'm going with both.
Listen to me! I'm not lying!
I don't want to hear it anymore.
What's wrong with me saying you're beautiful?
Because, I own a mirror, and what I see is NOT beautiful!
It is to me...
Gravity can't hold her downShe was a silver soul burning bright,Gravity can't hold her down4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a prophetess without a shrine
left to scatter sibylline oracles
to the winds.
She was roaming the Earth,
unseen, unfelt, unheard,
a light-footed wanderer,
Nature's untamed daughter.
Released from reality's unyielding jaws,
she was meandering feverishly,
catching glimpses of the radiant wonders
She watched as flitting wisps of the will
became northern lights,
as crispy equinoxes turned into
and she contemplated them with a smile.
As another blue moon was rising,
lacerating the perfect midnight skies,
she finally fell asleep,
nestled at the foot of a hill
in the glorious gardens of Avalon,
a silver soul burning bright,
a burnt out soul taking flight.
soliloquies.i.soliloquies.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing to be ashamed of, right?
i doubt that.
why on earth would i be proud of this?
why, in my mind, are there two different people
twitch back and forth every month
neither of them is me
do i not matter anymore?
i am not in control.
nothing will stop you from pestering me
not until these lacerations disappear
because i was fool enough to make them in the first place
(and you are fool enough to not think about consequences)
where is the pocket dictionary when i need it?
i need a word to describe who i am.
there is no magic pill to make it go away
and if there is i'm not smart enough to take it.
Half MoonDo it.Half Moon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing bad can happen.
Once you start, you can't stop.
You're in control.
DesperationShh...Desperation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We don't want to wake the monsters.
racing thoughts echo
through your battered mind.
Gasping for air,
but it hurts too much to breathe.
It hurts to live.
When did this happen?
When did my beautiful angel
turn into this bruised being?
One, two, three
scars race across
your precious skin. No more.
Put the blade down,
burn the noose
leave to blow dryer outside the door.
my perfect doll
more than is necessary.
Stop the horror
of making me watch you
crumble and shatter before my eyes.
Sad SongWhy can't I stop the tears?Sad Song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I keep trying
but they still fall.
A song, a note, a line
just sets me off
and there I go
on my knees again.
Why can't I dry my eyes?
It doesn't sound hard,
but it really is.
I start shaking
and sobs make moving impossible
all because of one little thing
I let get to me.
Why can't I move on?
But all I do is listen
as the next song rolls along.
So, I'll just stay here,
willing my leaking eyes to stop
but all that does
is make me cry more...
Why can't they just cease?
All I want is for my sorrow
to finally drift away.
ImaginaryI'm not here.Imaginary4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm in LaLaland.
Or is it wonderland?
I can't tell the difference.
I'm not here,
I'm off in the clouds,
high as a kite,
I don't think I'm falling.
I'm not here,
I'm in oblivion,
in the beautiful darkness,
I can't see a damn thing.
I'm not here,
I'm in your mind.
Have fun trying to run from me...
You won't get far.
The Girl in the RainThere was a girl I sawThe Girl in the Rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was a weird girl
She sat on the park bench in the rain
Drenched from her head to her toes
Yet her smile was radiant
I would pass her by
And she'd stare at the flowers
Or drift up to the clouds
Like there was something on her mind
Yet her smile, it glowed
She was always alone
For all who went past her
Would just stare and leave
Like she wasn't worth talking to
Yet her smile, it shined
The rain poured hard there
It slapped the sidewalk
But with the girl and the bench
It would land apologetically
Yet her smile, it beamed
She had reason to cry
She could fall on her knees
She could run far away
Hide inside a hole in her heart
Yet her smile was beautiful
She wasn't alone, she told me one day
And I saw what she meant when the spring sun came
A spirit of that man came beside her
His smile a miracle
And she smiled along with him.
Angel CrySometimes I swear I've lost my mind.Angel Cry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fall onto my knees,
I fell into the impaling knife.
And as I dream of you I feel it,
Slowly piercing through.
Cutting away the emptiness,
Filling it with the ghost.
I can still smell you lingering on my skin.
Your touch is hallow but it's enough,
To remember all the nights we spent.
When you told me to stay close.
But Angel Why?
You left me high.
And went away,
So far away.
Please tell me how,
Your screaming sounds,
Still in my ears.
You break away.
Is wearing out.
But still I cry.
So Angel, Why?
The EntreeShe licked her lipsThe Entree4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and glanced down
at the mess around her feet.
She picked up
the disembodied hand
and licked the blood from the fingertips.
The way the flavors
exploded on her tongue
sent shivers up and down her spine.
She greedily slurped the rest of the blood
from the muscles under the palm
before focusing on the rest of the mangled body.
A smile spread
as she realized how much she had left-
and how hungry she still was.
The remainder of the meal,
went relatively fast,
and she admired her disaster.
He looked like a deconstructed puzzle,
broken and scattered
and missing a few pieces.
His face was up towards the heavens,
cloudy, sightless eyes still staring
right at her.
She cocked her head to the side
and studies the head carefully.
She began to laugh.
Boys were so much fun.
The effect of your death"I'll be back in a bit." I said quickly and went down the hallways of our high school and sucked in a big breath as I pounded on the new kid's door.The effect of your death4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While I waited, I looked over the papers. Ayai Niviana. Sounds like a name that should be out of an Anime. Classes restricted. Previous school restricted. Address restricted. I sighed and stared at the door, waiting.
I was the editor and reporter for the school newspaper. The way my art teacher-slash- newspaper committee 'boss' had explained it, I had to get the 'scoop' on every new kid to make them feel welcome. Yeah. But I can't complain. Writing is my hobby, my passion and my life. A few pieces of paper and a pen will entertain me for hours.
The door opened and I looked into large, beautiful sapphire eyes as I looked up. Yes, I literally looked up. Me, being 5"4', had to tilt my head entirely so I could meet the eyes of the new guy. He definitely passed the 6"5' mark. His eyes flickered for a second as if to ask 'have
Her Name Was HeavenHeavenHer Name Was Heaven4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was a girl I met on the
She knew not of the difference
Night or day
Or child's play
But whether or not she'll make
It past seven.
Was a girl with cold, dark
under her eyes, and bruises on her
She's spent weeks
On low peaks
Since her supplier's been getting' lazy
Wakin' at eleven.
Was a girl with no yesterday, and no
An angel who slept in old, dirty
Once turning heads
her body's dead
And all that's left of her is broken wings and empty
bottles of bourbon.
Where is it?I lost it.Where is it?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to start looking.
Oh, there you are,
you've got it somewhere.
Check to make sure
my tools are sharp,
proceed with the digging.
Tearing away the layers,
For what's underneath.
Huh, it's deeper than I thought.
Just a little farther,
I know where it is.
it's not here...?
Where is it?
WHERE IS IT!!!!????
It's not there,
I don't think it ever was.
Where did you put it?
Where does it hide?
I don't even know where
to start the hunt.
you got my new boots all dirty.
Mortician's DaughterI saw her walking down the street, her dark hair spilling like ink over her shoulders, her skin the color of alabaster. She moved with ease as she passed, focusing on some far away object I'd never know. I watched as she moved away, slipping from my grasp with each step. I wanted so badly to call out to her, to ask her where she was going, and if I could join her. But I didn't stop her; she kept moving, never noticing my existence. I watched her walk around the corner and the one fleeting moment that she was in my life ended.Mortician's Daughter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found her again two years later, when I was in college. I was taking an art course and there she was, sitting two rows ahead and one seat to the right. I recognized her immediately, the same beautiful hair, the same flawless skin, but she didn't look my way. She continued to take notes, her black hair falling from behind her ear. How I wanted to reach and place it back, but I resisted the urge. I just watched her, glances from the corner of my eye, to
What I Really Want To Say"Hey, it's me.What I Really Want To Say4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just wanted to say hi."
(I think I'm disappearing)
"Sorry I couldn't make it last time."
(I was too afraid you'd actually see me. Really see me.)
"No, don't worry about me. I've just been busy that's all."
(Trying to think of ways to make life bearable.)
"What? No there's no way I'd ever do that."
(Unless it goes on like this...then I might.)
"Haha you're insane. Yeah love you too. K bye."
(No please don't hang up. I'm scared.)
*click* You hang up
*click* I cock the gun...
These Dead LipsThese Dead Lips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will raise a glass to my dead lips
in a vain effort to forget
I will drink my poison
swallowing it down a throat of decay
where words of love once passed
vibrant vocal cords
now just rotten flesh
breathing the breath of necrosis
I will raise a glass to my dead lips
imbibing this fluid of agony
this corroded heart will stop
battering inside a bloodless cavity
an empty, echoing warren of loss
barren and dehydrated
result of a stillborn happiness
I will raise a glass to my dead lips
because this life deserves a toast
a sad send off
before I evaporate from this existence
I will salute my pain
a well deserving lifelong friend
that has devoured me
leaving me nothing
nothing, but these dead lips
Miss...I miss your voiceMiss...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thick with drowsy,
early morning simplicity
hot and moist on the shell of my ear
Your rough fingertips
so full of hope, and trust
in the existance of a
so far not to be found
it's getting too long
I reach out to touch you
the side of your face
but you turn to smoke
and time rushes like it's afraid to lose itself
I look out the window
I guess I'm losing my mind because I miss....
Mock meSplattered redMock me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like blood stained cherries
And all the while
As I tear that needle
Through my dry, tanned skin
Ever so teasingly,
Across my wrists
Up my arms
To my bony neck
Like a drug
I crave it
I need it
To drown my thoughts
Those retched, petty thoughts
My veins mock me
Scarred and scabbed
They laugh at me
For being weak
For giving in
So I hide them beneath this baggy cloth
never to be heard
But they wait patiently
For the day I break
And once again they may laugh
At my bloodied hands
They will laugh
And they will mock me