Liar You're beautiful...Liar3 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...
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.
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
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.
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
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.
soliloquies.i.soliloquies.3 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.
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.
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?
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.
Child's BloodWhat would a child's blood look like?Child's Blood4 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?
The EntreeShe licked her lipsThe Entree3 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.
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 Daughter3 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
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.
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.
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.
Sad SongWhy can't I stop the tears?Sad Song3 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.
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
Writing LoveWriting Love3 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
Peter Pan SyndromeStar Light Star bright,Peter Pan Syndrome4 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.
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.
LabyrinthMy mind is a Labyrinth.Labyrinth4 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.
Tontine Chapter 1Tontine Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was one of those hot, lazy summer days when you could do nothing but take a bath or lie in a hammock reading magazines. The only problem was, that there were no lakes nor oceans to bathe in, and all the magazines were either "not meant for children" or about cars. Really, the exciting prospect of spending a summer at Ace's uncle had turned out sour for the freckled boy and his baby brother Luffy.
Okay, maybe uncle wasn't the right word to describe the white haired man, since he had no blood-ties whatsoever to the boy. He only was a very good friend to his father, and often offered to take care of the boys when Garp had too much work to bury himself in. Pretty much like Luffy's uncle Shanks did. So these "brothers" had a big family, and at least the younger of them wasn't all that hesitant to include new cousins, brothers, aunts and grandparents.
And that hot summer day, the two boys were dangling their legs over the edge of the leather couch and sipped lemonade without any big inter
I'd Like A Chance I'd like the chance to be human.I'd Like A Chance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To make mistakes without critique.
To smile with no reason to be given.
To create with purpose.
I'd like the chance to make a friend.
To have my heart interact with yours.
To feel the magic of a hug.