The Real Cost of HappinessThe Real Cost of Happiness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monster bites
on its way down
Clawing at flesh
Struggling for purchase
With traces of blood
The monster is not cruel
Like so many others
A gift he leaves
In the ruins and remains
A smile on the face
And a clot in the heart
MonsterMonster4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her face is clean like china
Fair and pale
Stained with the crimson of life
These hands match in kind
Stained and everpresent, reminding
Of the monster inside, responsible
Her death, a brand on this mind
Memories, long buried, rising from the grave
The grin on this face, eternal
NightmaresNightmares4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day is to end,
With the cold night's kiss.
When the colors of the sky begin to blend,
Drifting into slumber restless.
Deep, dark clouds, with a heavy hand intend,
Break this horrid sight restless.
Demons play and devils lie,
Tonight under the void ridden sky.
To plague one's dreams, 'til morning nigh.
All Hallows EveA castle in a thunderstorm,All Hallows Eve4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing all alone,
A putrid smell arises,
Like rotting flesh and bone.
A shattered stone-arched window,
Seen oil-lit through the haze,
A high-peaked crooked tower,
Found through the hallway maze.
A gothic iron doorway,
A pentagon-shaped room,
The flash of bright white lightning,
Illuminates the gloom.
It startles the poor leper-child,
Huddled on the floor,
He's here against his will, of course,
But doesn't know what for.
A demon in a lab coat,
His teeth are bloodstained red,
He's laughing loud and maniacally,
His voice could wake the dead.
Those instruments of nightmares,
Lined up on a shelf,
Smooth and sharp and glistening,
Like buttering up hell.
Each one fully capable,
Of slicing through your skull,
Specialised in drawing out
This solitary cull.
He slowly wanders over,
His gaze fixed on the boy,
Picks up a jagged scalpel,
Let's play with this new toy...
DollyDolly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The doll, with dead eyes and an empty heart
Smiling faslely with no soul, or feeling
Casting shifting shadows in the corner
This fucking toy
Dangling by the neck
From a shoe lace noose
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
Do you know?How it feels to trail your hand through dew-stained grass on an Autumn morning. The cold runs through your veins from the tips of your fingers, ice splashed across your palm like a shotgun wound.Do you know?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
How it feels to lay face down on tarmac in Summer. To totally relax. You feel the heat seep through your clothes, between your fingers; it blankets you, keeps you warm.
To sit outside in a thunderstorm, silently screaming at the sky; searching for that extra bright star that should be there, he has to be there! To not notice that you're drenched to the bone, because you simply don't care anymore. To wait until your hands and feet are numb, until the water soaks through your trousers, creeps down your neck; until no part of you can escape the rain. Until the cold reaches your heart. To grieve.
To lay perfectly still in bed at the end of the day.You feel nothing, begin to question if you're still there.
To be in your lover's arms. To know the world is fine, because you can hear their hear
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
The Flower of WarOnce upon a time in a distant land,The Flower of War5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a great kingdom with a battle at hand.
This kingdom was always in a state of war,
And victory was the goal the king was striving for.
But the king had a daughter so lovely and fair,
A princess, filled with compassion and care.
The princess could not bear to see so many die,
While she sits in a palace so safe up and high.
So she wished for someone who could bring an end to this war,
And one day a brave knight came and knocked on her door.
The knight promised the princess to bring an end to her tears,
And said that forever he will always be near.
He gave her a flower and went out to fight,
And his honorable ways caught his enemies' sight.
But even though his rivals had respect for the knight,
They knew that for their kingdoms they will have to keep on and fight.
And one day as the knight led his forces with pride,
Was the day when a battle took his life and he died.
On that exact moment all the fighting did fade,
And their respect all the arm
Your Nightmare, My RealityIs this how it must be,Your Nightmare, My Reality5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should I continue to fight it,
Or let it set me free?
I guess it's time to succumb unto the power,
Nothing can escape it now.
It is coming nearer to the hour,
For all the innocent to bow.
Behold! The destruction and death.
Searching through the rubble,
There is no-one left.
After all that had been lost,
And all that has been left behind
Was everyone else blind,
Or was all just in my mind?
It was all just in my mind.
My Head is a battleground,
A Wasteland of terror and hate.
On one side is the evil and broken,
The consuming force sealing my fate.
But, on the other side is the light,
The remnants of my former self,
The devoted followers of freedom,
That won't go down without a fight.
I am divided,
Only one force can prevail,
Whether I make it back,
Happy and pure.
Whether I am scarred for life
Tormented and un-cured.
What faction will be in control of me?
I suppose we will just have to wait and see
I Am Kept Alive By Soulless ThingsI put both of our lives in danger when I came back.I Am Kept Alive By Soulless Things4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone had to keep the roaches from shitting on your pipe.
It's important to remember that everyone was beautiful once.
You used to let me hold your hair back when your head was in the toilet.
There was vomit in your curls that night and I'm tired of trying to forget.
I look at the scar on my arm and think about when you broke the mirror.
You were out of it when you sliced me open and you couldn't stop laughing.
I was so proud of you for making it through half of an NA meeting.
That was two years ago and I'm still too young to have to deal with this.
My biggest fear was that you would never get old.
Today I found out that the devil isn't real.
I thought I sold my soul so that you could find happiness.
As it turns out, it's the only thing I didn't give up for you.
I had to be the one to find you that night.
Where would I be if you hadn't forced me to watch the entirety of your collapse?
After all, I waited a long time to meet a girl w
-i. the world would be a better place if-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer existed
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
to believe in ourselves
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
the scars that adorn our bodies
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
AwarenessBlinded, but seeing for the first timeAwareness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The words don't make sense
but they still seem to rhyme
Now, it is up to YouIf you wanted to say something to me then say it to me plainly.Now, it is up to You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is it that when you're around me you always act so strangely?
Because I'm sick of the avoidance and the ghastly shroud,
If you going to talk to me,
Then just say it aloud.
Stop acting childish, keeping to the dark.
The way you continually glance towards me, is really taking me part.
I can no longer be bothered, with the hassles and the troubles,
The fact that you only come to me,
When you life lies in rubble.
I though, do not mind being you friend, your help in your time of need,
But stop choosing to neglect me, is what I'm trying to plead.
The way this is going, I fear can not end well,
But I suppose, that only time, itself will tell.
Do not insult my intelligence; I will not always be a loyal pawn.
Especially when you abuse my friends,
We will not tolerate this type of scorn.
There, I have said it; now it is up to you.
How are you going to react to this?
What will you do?
Right Where You Left Ityou spend your summer eveningsRight Where You Left It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
chasing after happiness
running into sunsets
looking for shooting stars
and dragonfly wings
eyes too focused on the clouds
to realize happiness
is right beneath your feet
and you spend cold winter nights
searching for adventure
precariously perched on white window sills
waiting to jump into burning down buildings
and flee from the criminals of old comic book stories
too occupied with night time daydreams
to realize if you opened your eyes
there would be adventure everywhere you looked
and you spend all year long
looking for love
combing through romantic city street corner restaurants
batting long lashes and giving out spots of skin like free candy
too busy to realize love is right where you left it
sitting right behind you in old city block schools
bright hazel eyes hidden behind long blond locks
staring at the back of your head while you slip sultry smiles
into the pockets of back-water heart boys
StitchesA thin white threadStitches5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Made from the things unsaid
Covered with blood last shed
Dying it an unnatural red
Keeping me together where I'm falling apart
Keeping me from falling hard into the dark
An unoticable, but defining mark
Embedding itself deep into my heart
Buttons replacing eyes that didn't see
Sticks and twigs where my limbs should be
A face that doesn't belong to me
Shackles keeping me from flying free
Unfamilular teeth rotting from untold lies
A mouth using an unknown voice to shout cries
Walking apon small doll feet made to fit my size
Bleeding hands reaching towards the unattainable skies
Hair made by animal skin
Flesh rotting and dangerously thin
Barely keeping my insides in
Constantly reminding me of my unforgivable sin
[I place an 'x'
over where my heart shoud be
and strain to hear
just a single beat]
wade,disenchant,flail:flounderi said fly me to heavenwade,disenchant,flail:flounder4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because that's where you want
me to be
said if i'm going to be
caught in a spider web
you said fly me to heaven
because that's where
you want to be
i told you heaven
and your hands shook
crystal clear crash
of glass clattering around me
ethereal this breeze
this exhausting race
into nothing from
because i thought too
hard and you
to think at all and
dreams are only good
'til you wake up
(or 'til you fall because the angels
don't know how
to catch a single
you said fly me to heaven
because that's where they told us
we were supposed to be
again i told you
heaven isn't real
heaven isn't real
i meant for us to drift
off into the sunlight
live in the bittersweet golden glow
soft and honeyed and gentle but
the stars came out
blazed by and burned us
the stars came out
i said fly me to heaven
because that's where you
The Mechanic PreviewThe Mechanic Preview4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was raining, hard. But, it wasn't a normal rainstorm, it was something much darker. Some people find it comforting or soothing, but not this, this rain was thick like ink, coating everything and slinking around like oil. It was like tears from the angels themselves. I could feel the cold rush upon my face, the trickles streaming across my cheeks, the pain washing over my senses and every part of my body. The world around me made no sense, it was shrouded in shadow and all consuming darkness. The only light came from the partially functioning stereo mounted in the dash above my head. My ears were filled with ringing, accompanied by static and the incessant tapping of the rain hitting the shattered windshield and the twisted metal that used to be my Camaro. My eyes moved around searching for anything in the sickly green light from the stereo, sitting inches from me I spotted my quarry. I moved my hand for the pack of Marlboros, needles of pain stabbing along my arm, nearly incineratin
Find Meyou can find meFind Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the spaces between stars
in the gaps between footprints
in the barely there margin
between intertwined fingers
in the seconds between dawn
and already morning
in the pauses between paragraphs
and the spots between sentences
and the number of steps between
caught between your chest and your skull
trying to replace your brain with your heart
because you can't think right
but you can never love wrong
you can find me
where the river meets the ocean
where the rain reaches the ground
where the middle meets the end
where the sun meets the earth
and i'll be waiting
for you to open your eyes
and think with your sight
so then maybe
you won't do all the wrong things you do
Like a Lost BirdYou haven't lost your wings yetLike a Lost Bird5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've just forgotten how to fly
GhostSlipping from my grasp-Ghost4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A ghost once painted so vivid,
Fading memories once held steadfast,
She danced within a time now lost.
Who is she whose face I can no longer see?
Whose fleeting figure I chase in my dreams-
So far is she from me now,
Down a road I cannot follow.
Salem witch trialsThe prosecutor looked at me. His eyes burning for an execution. People now-a-days were hanging happy. It was like a play for them to watch and fill their minds with. The verdict for me witchcraft. Never done it once in my life and yet I'm in court for it today, and the jury of my peers is watching my every move. I looked over at them and the lead girl smiles at me, that smile I despise. It's one of those smiles that makes you wish you could smack it off.Salem witch trials4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You have been found guilty of witchcraft." I looked at the judge. "If you confess now and tell us the other witches in the village then you will be free." He finished.
This whole witchcraft hysteria started with a girl named, Penelope. She's the reason I'm in this position.
I looked at my mother who was balling uncontrollably in the pew. I wasn't a witch! "How am I supposed to confess when I have nothing to confess to?" I asked as politely as possible.
"She is a witch you see she isn't confessing!" Penelope screamed standin