The MoonriseThe Moonrise3 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.
Paper HeartsShe tattooed love in a foreign tonguePaper Hearts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
My LoveYesterday I was walking and it started to rain softlyMy Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I laid my head back letting the warm drops cover me
My arms outstretched I breathed in slowly
That scent of rain so clean and fresh intoxicates
Thoughts drift like dandelion seeds on a gentle breeze
I recalled that time we went for a walk along the river
Your hand in mine I knew our love would never fade
The sun was so warm on my face my heart so calm
When the summer rain came it soothed reddened skin
We never stopped or ran for cover letting the rain soak
Your cotton dress clung to you tracing your body
Those oh so feminine curves perfectly formed
You were so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes
We held each other close kissing softly and deeply
I can still taste your lips on mine, feel your warmth
My mind, strange in its tangled labyrinth, picks and chooses
I hardly remember what I did last week and yet
In vivid detail I recall each kiss, each embrace
You were, you are and you always will be my love
Through timeThe temperature stays high as evening begin to fallThrough time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still and damp the air is heavy and it smells like rain
Weary from a long day of hiking the mountains
The ridgeline in sight familiar ground beneath me
It won't be long now my destination is close
Nestled in a small glade hidden from prying eyes
A rugged cabin miles from anything or anyone
Abandoned long ago torn by time and the elements
I happened upon it years ago and I am drawn back often
Strangely familiar though it is far from the beaten path
Calming my restless spirit and soothing my broken heart
The rain begins to fall softly as I approach
Cooling sun-reddened skin easing sore muscles
I stop and lay my head back enjoying the cool water
My mind feels free, my heart released from its sorrow
Renewed I move quickly through the Live Oak
As the cabin comes into view I am strangely excited
For a brief moment I see it as it was so long ago
I hear familiar voices calling out to me on the breeze
Then the moment passes I stand alone at th
The World of Black and WhiteThe World of Black and White3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The World of Black and White
Written by michael.m
On Friday, April 6th 2012
I never know is it morning or dark
I never know is it a beauty or a failure
I never know which road I am treading on
I just know how to walk and walk
With all the rest of my power
And with my eyes closed
The wind blows my face gently
Brings me cold and chill to my ashen skin
Finally I find my own freedom
After so long I was a prisoner
Of my routines and boring days
But not anymore
The scent of flowers softly fills my lungs
With the aromas I never smell before
Sweet like the Scily Isles
But tender like roses
I believe there is a garden laid before me
But how far and how big
I never know
Lone grasses and dandelions gracefully touch my hand
Softly linger with my fingers
I can feel the softness of silk
And the comfort of cotton's fiber
I'm so happy
To find that my anguish and despair are gone
But then suddenly I stop
All the feelings disappear
I realize that my eyes are blind
My sunshineMy sunshine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
SonnetLike twisting wires our fingers now entwineSonnet8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our speech so soft the wind can't overhear
His whispers somehow more sincere than mine
I realize I don't want to be this near
He says that he adores my every trait
Is sure he sees no other god than me
My fondness for him simply can't equate
A shallow pool against his endless sea
I love him, wish him only happiness
As sister might to brother or to friend
His feelings suffocate me, I confess
Too guilty now to bring about the end
The fault we two companions can't ignore
In love, and yet one loves the other more.
You Don't...You don't care that I'm still here waiting (for you)You Don't...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't care that I haven't been able to move on.
You don't want to know that I can still hear your
l u l l i n g m e t o s l e e p.
You don't want to know that your smell is still on
Reaching Out...? upReaching Out...?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
at the beginning, just so you could
StaticI have these days sometimesStatic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the sky is sinking,
a solid entity descending upon me,
covering me in cold and
dousing all the lights.
I have these days sometimes
where the ground beneath my feet
is quicksand instead of concrete,
and with each move that I make,
I'm not going forwards, only down.
I have these days sometimes
where the air is made of ocean;
every breath fills my mouth with salt
and my lungs with water,
so that I'm drowning on dry land.
I have these days sometimes
where I wish the Earth would open up
and swallow me, pull me into her core
and burn me in her magma,
reduce me to ashes and dust.
metamorphosis of a woolI am ready to slidemetamorphosis of a wool5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of my sorrow.
I will slip it from my body like a newly divorced woman
slips her wedding band from her finger.
painfully over years I will rip
my sadness from its tender connection
with my bones and tendons.
Some nights will seem hopeless,
the fear holding me like a cocoon
that eventually transforms me
into a terrified child,
hiding in my blanket fort
keeping the saw-toothed night at bay
with a flashlight and wailing sobs.
Waiting for so long that I forget why I wait,
until the sun shines orange secrets
through my blind window.
I brush off and walk away.
I age twenty years between breakfast and bedtime.
I remember eventually that I am atoms
electrons and chemical reactions.
I have in me the same elements
which exist in stars large enough to engulf
our entire planet a thousand times.
A piece of me is in every known part of the universe.
I spread infinitely across galaxies and lifetimes and centuries,
the diamond dust causing even the
Rickie IIII don't remember my mother's voice. I don't remember my mother's voice, the color of her eyes, or the color of her hair and the way it fell. If someone asked, I would answer brown to both, brown and wavy, like mine, so they'd think I remembered her. So they'd think I was like my mother instead of my father.Rickie III5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But I know her touch.
It's light and silky, like water. It laces through my memories of her, and whenever one starts slipping away, I remember her touch and it gets pulled right back to me.
No one knows. Dad would laugh, or be madit's the same to him. Charlotte, she would definitely laugh. She'd feel sorry for me. "You're making it up," she'd say, when really, I'm not. I know I'm not. So I won't tell. And I know Rickie won't tell, either. He's got too much pride.
He left this morning. It's because of him, or him
thanatophilia.i just can't get enough of death.thanatophilia.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
here's the thing: i was six when my dad died. he was in an accident involving a cement mixer and the neighbour's dog sparky. you imagine the rest.
all i remember is my mom crying until her nose was as red as her fingernails, and thinking how fat and soggy her face looked from that ocean of salt running down her cheeks. all i remember is my mom doing a shit job at blocking my eyes from the pictures of my dad at the scene of the accident. all i remember is how much blood there was, plastered all over the blades of the truck and matting down sparky's fur. all i remember is how bright my eyes felt, seeing all that red. seeing all that death.
all i remember is wanting more of it.
here's the thing: i'm not a murderer. i'm not a self-mutilator, i'm not a junkie. i just have a fetish. some folks like latex, i like death. i've never had a problem with
TriumphTriumph3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
jump - chocolate sunrise -Ten.jump - chocolate sunrise -5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Remember kindergarten? I do. You were a jerk. And not even a popular jerk. You were the type of jerk who wanted to be one of the popular jerks, but hated them at the same time, so you stuck with making fun of the brainiacs because you were too afraid to make fun of the popular kids. I was a brainiac.
But, as they say, opposites attract, and one Wednesday during the summer, the one we both spent at camp, I had finally had enough of you being a big asshole and made a bet that I could climb to Sadie Point, the highest peak of our hiking trail, before you could.
You started running before I even said go. Asshole.
But I'm glad. I'm glad you went with me, because that's how I got to know youfor more than your assholeness. We stank of sweat and grass when we reached the topI think I beat you, I'm pretty sure I didbut I w
The Witching HourFreshmen don't get to choose their dorm rooms. There are a few that are set aside specifically for freshmen: the small rooms, the ones with awkward angles, the ones farthest from the Dining Hall. But when the entering class is larger than usual, some of the rooms usually reserved for upperclassmen are opened up. If you're lucky, you could get one of the best rooms available.The Witching Hour3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had a large class. And I got lucky.
My room wasn't huge, especially for sharing with a roommate, but it was on the top floor, right by the Bell Tower. It had a soaring ceiling, with windows nearly as tall. The first thing I did was shove the provided armchair (1960's orange and hard as concrete) up against those windows. When I was satisfactorily perched (far too uncomfortable for lounging), I leaned on the window and gazed out over my kingdom. The room overlooked a private courtyard, filled with silver-green crabgrass a
pages upon pages uponsunday nights spent burning stray thoughtspages upon pages upon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and watching their furs singe
claims of temporary insanity and bats
dancing all naked over my bed
i am gone i am gone you are gone where have you gone
papier mache stretched tight cross my skin
begging for breaks begging for blood
coffee brewed strong enough to jumpstart the dead
ive been awake all morning ive been watching
the second hand on the clock
and it just laughs and laughs and laughs
in every moment it spends motionless
it just laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs and
boy you are no longer the worst sleeper i know and
it pains me so it pains me so
i am stuck with the same words and i repeat them all broken-record stories
so you might understand me so you might hear me
buried in pits of peaches all southern and
decadent in the summers palms
the tape is wilting from my ceiling all
watered roots and gnarled branches
how many times have we pushed down
the seats in the car and screamed bloody murder
how many times have we seen the other
three AMsince youthree AM5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slept I fell
out of the
brocolli bush and
slit my wrist on the way
this is really happening.i am unhappy from mythis is really happening.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
soul to my knees.
also i can't feel my fingers
from the hollow cold.
also i keep touching my
bones to make sure they're
still there. i'm not
normal, you see. i'm not
i'd trade my words and willows
for a smile that feels like it
belongs on my face. i'm not some
miserable basset hound
waiting for a bullet between its eyes
but my lacklustre lifeblood
has drawn me sallow
and i'm overwrought.
i don't know how many times
it takes for seeing my own
blood and breaks to make me
feel better, but i must've
cut and scabbed and cut and scabbed
and cut and scabbed a million times
and my heart's still pumping away.
here's the plan: once i lose five pounds,
i think i'll pierce my cartilage.
at the century mark, my tragus.
punching holes in my body,
raking bloody lines down my arm -
it's instant gratification in seeing
what i hate most fall to
I'm just a typical guyYes I'm a guy.I'm just a typical guy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like hanging with my friends.
I like acting like I don't have emotions.
I like hiding my true-self from my friends because I don't want to be judged.
I'm nice to you because that's the way I am, not because I want something in return.
I smile when I see you, because I think you're beautiful, not just some hot girl.
I say complement's to you because I think you don't hear it enough.
I hate it that you judge me when you don't even know me.
I hate it that you won't even give me a chance.
I smile and you return it with a frown of disgust.
I hate it that you date assholes, and then say that "All" guys are like this.
I'm nothing like those guys, and there are guys just like me out there.
I actually want to get to know you.
I want to know how your life is going.
I want to feel what you feel.
I want to get close to you.
I want to kiss you.
I want love you.
I want to stand on the highest building of the world for everyone to hear me yell "This girl is perfect!!"
Yes I'm a guy.
being sad isn't specialShe says to me, "I am the last breath you will ever take."being sad isn't special5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She says to me, "I am the only one who is really alone."
She places her hand on my heart and I say, "And I am the only one who doesn't believe that."
RunawayRunaway3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
fingers slipping to tips
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
cool air and space
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
a place where
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
beyond the heavy veil.
from crimson and orange reflections,
onto the multicolored carpet below.
nature cries her tears upon
summers lush verdant
of weeks gone by.
away she goes,
lost to the forest
feet balanced upon