My InspirationDo you want to know what inspires me the most?My Inspiration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A mother who lost her only child and when she sees other children playing on the street
She doesn't weep, instead she smiles by the sound of their laughter and prays for their safety.
It is that girl who got raped but still manages to walk in the streets in front of the unknown
It is the man who lost everything but is still optimistic about life
It is that child who falls of his bicycle and gets hurt but still wants to ride it again
It is that girl who has been cheated on, lied to and betrayed by her dear ones but still manages to trust
It is that person who works hard but fails every time but doesn't give up
It is a person who knows he is dying but lives through every day with a bright smile on his face
It the smile on my friends face when I annoy them
It is grandma and grandpa, who's love never grew old
It is those eyes who cried every night but never showed an inch of pain in them
It is the person who is about to quit life but then mana
Climbing From The DarknessI'm finding it hard to climb from the darkness...Climbing From The Darkness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The words trapped in my heart aren't strong enough to break out. The memories swimming in my mind wish nothing upon me but torment. I doubt that I'll ever leave this place, this dire, awful, mess. I am the girl who was no one. Now I'm everyone. Everyone's problem, everyone's saviour. I receive kind advice and pass it on to others.
I am the girl who stared out to sea and saw nothing but nothing. A lone gull on a silver breeze. I am the girl who once saw gold in everything.
Now all that corrodes my eyes is rusted life. Nothing more, nothing less.
He has fallen too, into the darkness. Sometimes I watch him trying to escape. He gave up fitting in, instead he ran to music, to talent. But it was lonely, so lonely, and not even sweet notes could save him. When he fell he dragged us all down with him, but oddly enough he'll never taste that guilt. He doesn't know how he condemned us, all of us. By tak
The Lost Air of Temptation Meet temptation, though I'm sure you know him. He's always lurking, just in front of you and five steps behind. No matter what you do, you'll never shake him off. Memories of his lips, soft and pressing against yours, fill your mind as you see him out of the corner of your eye. When he stands on that dusty street corner, the sunlight filters through his dark hair and charges the copper lying there. His skin is pale and smooth and his eyes wicked and glinting. Glinting with the sin which lies in wait for you, as you wield to his whims.The Lost Air of Temptation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meet innocence, perhaps you once knew him. He's not really that present anymore, he moves away from you as you get older, preferring to laugh with babies as they gurgle in their cribs. His eyes spark memories in your aged mind of a fresh dawn and looming horizon. When he smiles you know that whatever you do, you cannot go wrong. Maybe one day you'll see him, spinning in wide circles and dancing in stretching green fields. Then agai
The Symphony of The Deaf'There is no such thing as a true love story,' sighed the girl, 'There is only tragedy or farce.'The Symphony of The Deaf4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her friend looked up sceptically, 'You've been reading too much Shakespeare,' he said.
'No...' she murmured, 'I've been watching too much of the real world.'
The boy stood up, and began to pace, 'Reality is a lie, it's an overly used and neglected cliché of a half truth. To find the lovers you so clearly seek, you have to turn to something more obscure...'
It was the girl's turn to look doubting, 'More obscure...?'
'More obscure,' pointed out the boy, 'But more true. Look at the sea and the sky, they have never been parted. Every day they mirror each other's emotions from speckled pink innocence to a bloody red lustfulness. The two of them are locked in a continual embrace... have you ever seen a more well suited couple?'
'And yet they have such spiteful, growling arguments,' the girl fiercely objected, 'The sea lashes out and abu
The MoonriseThe Moonrise4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
Morning - for Carl SandburgThe morning eruptsMorning - for Carl Sandburg5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on little cat feet
A flick of the tail
a breath exhaled
too fast at the end of a leap
placed on lid's soft fan of lash
breath whirring, throaty, warm
eyes still closed
A stunning velvet attack
innocent lids unwarned
warm sheets no safe haven
The morning erupts
A loner's prayer."I am somehow permanent;A loner's prayer.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cannot be erased."
I say this when I'm lonely;
Even though it's not the case.
I get so scared sometimes;
Afraid my life's a waste.
"I am somehow permanent;
I cannot be erased."
bad days.on my bad days,bad days.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i open notebooks like bibles and hold pens like lifelines.
i keep opening the book of my memories
just to see if it still leaves a bruise.
i am covered in the bruises of your hand
your ghost is in my bed. i can't sleep there,
again i find myself miles from home
wishing on stars i can't see
and spitting memories into the ocean like watermelon seeds.
i sit on my longboard like driftwood and send my shivers into texts
like letters i never should have mailed.
on my bad days,
i wear cuts like ropeburn,
like i just don't know when to let go.
i get lost inside the sadness and hold tea thats long since gone cold
as hours escape like small birds set free.
i forget to open the blinds
and paint my fingernails black
and stare at the too-big numbers aligned on the scale i can't stop stepping on.
The Soul Catcher And The GreyI saw your eyes on the horizon tonight, staring at me in a perfect grey picture. They were beautiful. I saw your soul dance and breathe in the green sea today. In that moment I was reminded of your purple converses and wilful smile. In that moment I knew that nature was mourning you too.The Soul Catcher And The Grey4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind me a man with a camera took a picture, I don't know why, maybe he saw you standing, gazing, over my shoulder. You see, my friend, if I had a camera and I saw your twisted curls and sculpted face... well, I'd take a picture too.
Your soul was everything. It was too whole and too pure for the sin of love to touch. It was as well rounded as a nacreous tear cried at dawn and as fresh as a babe's wailing face at first breath.
On my skin I felt your kisses as the rain fell on and around me. As I sit here writing this the wind tousles my
PERCEPTIONIn victory there is defeatPERCEPTION2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In joy there is sorrow
In perfection there is imperfection
In love there is hate
In wisdom there is stupidity
Everything is measured against the other
Within the confines of perception
Right becomes wrong
Dark becomes light
The limitless becomes limited
In the compounded vision
Reality gives birth to ignorance
Experience gives way to speculation
The known becomes unknown
In the great irony of things
The free become shackled
Truth becomes illusion
Such is the plight of the spirit.
TIMEDay becomes nightTIME2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Beginning is an end
Tomorrow was yesterday
The future is the past
An hour becomes a minute
A second was a year
Quickly moving backward
Slowly moving forward
Life is death
Death was life
Start at the finish
Finish at the start
What Do Secrets Really HideI call my works fictionWhat Do Secrets Really Hide2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because the words are lies
But even then words can become
A disguise over time and somehow
I've mastered the art of hiding the
Truth between the lines and
I guess, it's really no surprise
That sometimes I can't even devise
If I'm actually experiencing reality
So this time around I swore
That some things should stay
Locked up, far away in the back corner
Of hidden drawers and locked doors and covered with no mores
But there's a reason I threw away the key
It's hard to ignore the temptation of giving in
And believe me, secrets cause so many sleepless
Where even the slightest glancing thought
Reunites my mind with the truth
That I wanted to forget, but I can't forget it;
It fits itself inside the cracks it made within me
(And there's no going back)
And despite my brittle state
I can't admit or permit or submit
Because I won't let the secrets consume me
But, it's a fatal fume that spins
Dizzily within the rooms
Of my heart and mind and it
Tears me li
MusicaIn a silent room,Musica2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The piano sounds, bringing
Harmony to the emptiness
Of the aural vacuum—
Pianissimo a forte
And back again,
Life in a hollow shell.
Fingers fly; emotions
Alien to the pianist
Burst forth as
Waves of noise
Before dying down,
The room silent
The bench is empty.
Never to touch.If I was a planetNever to touch.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would be a moon
always circling around me
and until Newton's laws end
never to touch me.
If I would be the center
you would be on my edge
you could see me, hear me
but never feel me
like I feel you.
If my lips were my lips
and yours were yours
then we would never kiss.
Dear HeartDear Heart,Dear Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear unrealistic, idiotic heart of mine
Im through with you
You've been nothing but a burden
banging loudly against my ribcage
Letting the ropes of reality snap
Falling too hard
Break into a million shards
of kaleidoscope colors
Leaving me with numb hands
Blood soaked bandaids
And a pain that burns like fire
I don't need you so leave
Take the butterflies you plant inside my stomach,
The bittersweet melodies
of unrequited love you always sing
Take it all and go
You only bring pain and suffering
And I am no masochist
Who wishes to be hurt
To the end of the worldI trace the air where your skin used to be,To the end of the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And follow the maps your fingers left on me,
Along my arms,
Across my face,
Hoping that they will lead to you
And not into empty space.
Your heartbeat is my song,
Your breath is the air I breathe,
You are the beauty I see,
And though I know I will never see your face again,
I can keep trying.
I bury myself in your clothes,
Surround myself in your smell.
Breathe you in and
Try to remember you,
How you moved,
How you smiled.
Another bottle of vodka on the floor
The ghosts of you keep coming back
And haunting me, teasing me
With things I can’t have.
Your memory is fuzzy to me now,
Your maps lead me to my heart.
It has broken in two,
Part of it left this world with you.
Here I am on the floor,
Drowning in alcohol,
Surrounded by what’s left of you
And understand that
My heart will always be haunted by you.
Crude and Prude I spent most of the morning washing my hands. By the time I had finished they were as red as a blushing virgin ordering a medium rare steak from a busty waitress at Hooters. The reason I washed my hands so much was because I had a fear of being contaminated, which alone would keep me virginal. Not that being a virgin was bad, but it seemed like I was the only one. Most of my friends had “popped their cherries” halfway through high school, labeling me the prude of the group.Crude and Prude3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was not a prude. I just wasn’t interested in having sex with most of the students that went to my school. The “swag” that seemed to constantly leak from the manboys made me want to glue my clothes to my body, rather than throw them off. There was only one boy that I had ever considered sleeping with, but he turned out to be gay. Typical.
Before I went off to college, I had promised my small group of friends that I wouldn’t graduate
I Don't Hate YouJust because I remain silent doesn't mean I'm not listening;I Don't Hate You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just have nothing worth listening to say.
Just because I don't make eye contact doesn't mean I'm ignoring you;
I just can't bring myself to meet your gaze.
Just because I don't smile doesn't mean I don't enjoy your company;
I just prefer to hide my emotions.
Just because I hover a few feet away doesn't mean I'm not participating;
I just can't stand tight spaces.
Just because I don't accept your hug doesn't mean we aren't friends;
I just don't like being touched.
Just because I don't text you doesn't mean I don't like hearing from you;
I just don't want to be a bother.
Just because the gift wrap is simple doesn't mean I didn't put thought and care into the gift;
I just decided the present should speak for itself.
Just because it seems like I hate you doesn't mean I do;
I just can't handle affection, whether I'm on the giving or receiving end.
Just because I act like I don't like you doesn't mean you did something wrong;
OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,OverActive Imagination3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head.
bang bang bang
and all I think are flashes.
Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
I edit, even in my head.
One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.
It's a curse and a blessing,
on a wing and a prayer,
and a hundred other cliches
that will never go away.
Here's to the over active imagination
that won't stop finding the meaning in everything.
Same Heart, Different ChestThe silence in his armsSame Heart, Different Chest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."
I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.
In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.
Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath.
CaleidoscopioUn laberinto de madrugadaCaleidoscopio2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
se extiende ante su mirada
en un pensamiento
en el fuego de unas emociones
convertidas en poesía;
sin dudarlo se adentra
pues, enigmático, le llama
susurrándole la promesa
de un anhelado
en la oscuridad relucen palabras
de diversa naturaleza
a ser elegidas
el sueño de quien las corteje.
casi como una niña,
las va tomando a su paso
dominándolas y dejándose dominar
en lo más profundo
el susurro de la musa.
Qué será, será;
una alegre sonrisa infantil
en sus labios,
reluciente en su mirada…
Las palabras se arremolinan a su alrededor
congregándose en su mente
preparándose para el baile:
coro de emociones
parejas de pensamientos
de un sentimiento
desde el corazón
aquel divino e
Fuck it.Fuck it.Fuck it.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screw being sheepish.
Playing with our words.
Dressing it up.
Removing the lace.
I'll cum naked as I should.
If you'll do the same.
Let's leave the out the metaphors.
Leave the roleplay for another night.
I want you as you are.
That cute dimple, warm skin with the scars.
Let's put out the dogs.
Turn off the phone.
Leave the neighbors to hear our moans.
They'll know your name before they go to work in the morning.
You'll feel like a million bucks.
Just don't leave me hanging and waiting.
Forget the cute nicknames.
The hidden meanings.
Clean words I like to use.
Let's get dirty.
MementosDying is a pain in the ass and everywhere else too. I've died so often that perhaps I shouldn't mind it so much but I do.Mementos6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It's frequently messy, inconvenient and I'm so very tired of having to disappear.
I try not to leave anyone behind for whom my disappearance may cause distress. My own constant sorrow I do my best to hide. That's not to say I don't form relationships―I do. I'm a not a loner by any means. Like everyone else, I need human contact to keep me sane but I have the good sense to sever all ties with those I care about, before my time comes.
What am I you ask? I'm not really sure. I'm not a vampire or a god, or any kind of angel. That much I know. I'm flesh and blood with all the familiar moving parts and appearance of a human being. Still, something extraordinary happens to me, every twenty-five years or so.
My body consumes itself, not unlike spontaneous combustion. Only the process is a lot m