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.
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...
DryIvory veinsDry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mutilated and stained.
Drained of existence
Overflowing with pain.
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
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.
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...
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.
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
Reality is...Reality isReality is...4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A dead bird on the pavement
It's there so just deal
Peter Pan SyndromeStar Light Star bright,Peter Pan Syndrome5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.
I never believed in wishing on stars.
I never prayed before bed.
I saw no logic to it
Therefore I didn't do it.
My vocabulary at age four excelled my mothers.
I made my first friend when I was five.
When I was six I realised as the youngest,
My family would die before me.
I began talking to myself when I was seven.
I read 'The Hobbit' myself when I was eight.
When I was nine I taught myself origami.
I lost my first pet when I was ten.
I never really had a best friend.
I lived mostly in my head,
Because things there made a lot more sense.
So now I try to swing
Over the bar on the swings.
And when I blow the fairies away
My eyes follow their heavenly drift.
And I hop over the cracks in the pavement
When no one is watching.
But it's not because I don't know how to grow up.
It's because I never got to be a kid.
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.
PleasePlease, somebody notice i'm drowning in a ocean of my own emotionPlease3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please, somebody notice the silence swallowing me up once more
Please, somebody notice, i hate myself with all my heart
Why won't anybody see that i am slowly dissolving away
It doesn't matter
I'm not worth saving
I am a failure through and through
I am so tired of hating myself
I am so tired of nobody seeing what is happening to me
My only friend is the razor that bites into my skin
Maybe next time i'll cut deeper
Maybe next time, i won't survive
So much blood everywhere
Paint the walls with it
Everybody look at my art
Isn't it beautiful
I need more paint, more blood
I must cut deeper
Through sinew and muscle
Here the moon whisper sweet nothings in my ear as i silently slip away into the darkness
Here comes death on skeleton wings spread high
Visiting HoursI gathered up my courageVisiting Hours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and went to visit you today.
I picked up some flowers,
I hope you like them.
It took a while to find you,
but I finally did.
When I saw your name, it took all my strength
not to crumble on the ground.
I set the flowers beside you
and stared for a few minutes,
trying to think of the words to say
and cage the memories I didn't have.
My efforts were in vain,
I ended up on my knees,
but I did try.
I tried for you.
As I left, I glanced back
one last time.
I smiled slightly at the image
of the yellow flowers against your tombstone.
InteriorThe whole of my brain is a circusInterior4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skull is the red and white tent.
My neurones wobble on unicycles
While clowns scatter thoughts and ideas.
The length of my tongue is a tightrope
With no safety rope attached to my back.
I stumble, slip and forget for no reason
Falling through language and sound.
My five senses are magicians tricks
Something to amaze and astound
One minute I scarcely believing
When in the next; the secrets out.
The heart of my soul is a theme park
The tracks twist, turn, and plummet
For now I have you, my prisoner
Sit down, belt up, hold tight.
My heart is a forgotten treasure chest
Waiting for a diver to lift the catch
And save the silver, gold and memories
From their watery tomb.
In the middle of this is a fairytale
Missing its vital player
I'm hidden away in a tower
Cowering from my image in the mirror.
Where is it?I lost it.Where is it?3 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.
You Have ArrivedYou know you've arrived when:You Have Arrived4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes are opened
And you see things differently.
When you're wiser.
When you're stronger.
When you know right from wrong.
When you do good,
When you make peace,
When you love,
When you don't argue:
When you're no longer cold, like winter
Or hot-tempered, like summer.
But you are agreeable,
Like autumn or spring.
When you see things from
A different perspective.
When it's not just about you anymore;
It's about everyone.
When you wonder what they think
And how they feel
When you're more aware.
When you're past the selfishness.
And when you've stopped hurting others
For your own personal gain...
You have arrived.
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 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
Great Blue's FallScream horrid storiesGreat Blue's Fall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of column's past;
Etched white lines on marble arms.
Screaming time's cautionary tales,
Neglect, abuse, and war.
Trying to deter
Red bead's stream.
Holding the world,
Fighting neglect, abuse, and war.
Hope is fleeting.
Read beads pool,
Skies scream, oceans obliterate.
Bloody arms stand,
Engulfed by red seas;
Plastering broken words
Once held dear to shattered hearts.
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.
Times changeJust for a minute, an hour, a lifetime,Times change4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lay in my arms again and watch as
The sands of time and fate slide slowly away,
Dragging us apart,
Tearing at ties that once bonded us so close.
Just for a minute, an hour, a lifetime.
Writing LoveWriting Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black lines running down my arm,
Spelling out one simple word: LOVE.
What does it mean? And for what cause?
How can any sort of writing make a change?
How can I make anyone see this little word I have written here,
On display for all to see?
There is a cause, a fight that we all must strive to fight,
Yet no one cares to see.
People all just turn their heads,
And try to say it's all okay.
They don't even want to see,
The terrible battles we fight every day.
I don't know if they will ever end,
If there will ever be a way to resolve this pain.
So many people have been affected,
And so many more have not realized it is their time.
I can see everything falling apart around me,
Feeling each person's suffering as sure as if it were inside my own skin.
This fading ink symbolizes all that I take up,
Shows that I believe so firmly in my cause,
I mean to help those that cannot help themselves;
I want to show the world how much we can hurt ourselves if left unchecked.
I stand proud, I s
In The PursuitMy legs are getting tiredIn The Pursuit4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know in time I'll fail
This never ending tunnel
My weakness will prevail.
The journey has been long
with pain and sharp deceit
The light seems so much farther
I halt, no longer seek.
But then my aspirations
They reach a different height
I know I can't give in
The goal, closer in sight.
Then like the shade of red
It's turns a different hue
Like dawn becomes the dusk
It cries "I bid, adieu!"
Again, crushed are my hopes
Like gravel down a street
I save the pain in bottles
They taste so obsolete.
My legs are getting tired
The wind blows out my hair
The question left unanswered
Will I ever make it there?