+Homeless++Homeless+2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't live in a gutter
Or a shelter
I have enough to eat
And then some
I have family who care
I have friends who're there
I have time for leisure
But I am
I have a house
But not a home
As much as I try
To fill that void
I found home with nature
It faded to a shadow
Of its former self
I found home with friends
It faded to irritation
I found home with my family
But I didn't belong
In their home
I found home in your arms
But I didn't belong there
So I found home
In your company
But you deprive me
Of even that much
I don't want much anymore
All I want
warmthwarmth7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't imagine why it is this way;
I can't believe this is who I've become.
But I find it hard to push away...
Though I crave warmth, I am numb.
Caelestis.Caelestis.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm walking slowly down the path that I've known for many years.
This route to the dock is very much like an old friend to me.
It's heard my laughter during the best of times and has felt the wetness of my tears during my worst heart aches.
The sun is going down and remains just below the tree tops now.
The glowing in the sky fills me with joy as I remember that wonderful beacon of light from earlier days.
The ground is cool.
The night is slowly coming to life.
I look toward the sky and see the orange embers and violet lilies consuming the heavens.
As I make my way to the dock the breeze slowly caresses my skin.
Harvest SpiceHarvest Spice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaves of green turn gold
fluttering to the ground
scattered across the grass
where many colors are found
Cool and crisp air
blows the trees empty
as the sun warms the earth
while it prepares to go to sleep
Shades of red, yellow, and brown
color the autumn landscape
bursting the hillsides with color
providing a beautiful escape
Fall brings with it celebrations
new smells fill the air
the scent of harvest and spices
and pumpkins all seem to be there
It's a time for family and friends
a greeting to the coming cold
a goodbye to the summer sun
time for the harvest spice and leaves of gold
My Adventures in Kathmandu CityMy Adventures in Kathmandu City9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Jill Smith
I was born in a small town in queensland Australia
This is a story about my adventure far far away from home.
I am 25 but had never been anywhere out of my town.
On my 25th, my parents bought me a trip to Nepal.
You must be wondering out of all the existing countries in this world,
why they chose to send me to Nepal?
The story begins back in 1972
when mom and dad first met in Kathmandu
a crazy city where hippy culture was blooming
they were young and fell madly in love with this city and with each other
smoking marijuana was completely legal back then
Hashish was available here and there with no laws prevent
Silent nightSilent night9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Midst the silence of night
Sorrowful tunes could be heard
Swaying along with sneaking shades of light
Painting a symphony
On the cracks of their moon
Caressing features filled with melancholy
Pleading the arrogant skies
for them to have mercy on empty streets
Reviving lost beauty with their rainy cries
Midst the silence of night
Shadows long for their bodies
Voices ring the bells of forgotten memories
And I long for you
The Mirror of Light.The Mirror of Light.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
~ The last leaf of autumn fell. When it hit the ground, the ground started to move, tremble. Earthquakes, Storm, Tornadoes, Tsunamis, Volcanoes and Land Sliding started to take over the Earth, the Planet. Although in Humanities mind the question was I have to save myself, I have to run, I must survive. Well now, this is really disturbing isn't it. Maybe a few shall misunderstand this but there is nothing to misunderstand, we are who we are and especially we are what we are, because there is no other living thing that we would know of which can manifest such devastating disaster on its own ground. Come to think of it, when is the last time, th
The glassThe glass1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The glass was vacant
empty crystal clear
not a single smear
untill it was filled
with the essence of fear
or something less dramatic
some gin and beer
up untill it's held
by a lonesome hand
or simply lifted up
for a toast and a cheer
It even could be shattered
be made into a mosaic
or take part of an act less poetic
being thrown in a bin quite near
another glass is empty
waiting to be smeared
or even shattered..
Scarlet feildsScarlet feilds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We remember those
'In Flanders fields'.
The eleventh hour,
The unforgettable silence,
The silence of pain,
The spirit of a memory.
The eleventh day,
At the western front,
The glow of scarlet
Filled the ground.
When motion stopped,
Are not forgotten
In the field of Remembrance.
The eleventh month,
We never forget.
Small wooden crosses
We place by memorials.
We say a prayer
For the lives that were lost
But never forgotten
Within our souls and our hearts.
LoveA row of bright coloured pansies,Love2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The sun shining bright
Glittering softly on water,
The soothed howling in the night.
This is the day I'll never forget,
When we walked around the calm river
To the warmth of a golden sunset
We shared our memories,
Laughed a while,
You held my hand and made me smile.
The light twinkle of the stars,
The whistle of the wind,
We lie there in the long flowing grass,
Where nature has us pinned.
Dawn beckons is the skies,
The wild chirping of birds,
Affectionate glow in those warm blue eyes,
When you whisper those three words.
who?who?2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
my heart is searching someone,
someone who was in there a long time ago...
my soul is incomplete,
his other half is gone...
my life didn't have a sense,
once it does,but no more...
at all of that my mind said,
for who are you looking for?
and, she's right...
who hug me all of those days?
who kiss me down the rain?
who said that he love me that afternoon...
this is my last thinking...
my last feeling...
my last breath...
I'm not going to write about you again...
I'm not going to think on you again...
I'm not going to feel anything about you again...
now, I just have one thinking...
FutureI told myself "No regrets"Future2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No looking back
I told myself "Im stronger than that"
I won't look in the past
Im hanging on to the present
But the present is filled with the past
The future is where i want to be
Oh Future please save me
October the 22ndOctober the 22nd2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the 22nd day, yeah
I will never forget...
Oh yeah yeah yeah..
The clouds were placed perfectly
and the trees, swayed so majestically
I still remember
as if it were yesterday, oh yeah
The red leaves, the pond was dashed with green
Come back to me
My memories are still crisp and clean
One day, I want to return
to that place, and escape.
Be at peace, and be reborn.
Find that bridge, be on the ledge.
I want to return, one day, someday
Maybe one day...
Czas uciekaCzas ucieka2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Czas ucieka, czas ucieka Nie oglądaj się, nie zwlekaj!
Nim dosięgniesz swego kresu, biegnij ciągle, brnij wytrwale,
Biegnij żwawo, żyj w pośpiechu, myśli niechaj błądzą stale.
Póki żyjesz, wciąż oddychaj bądź wytrwały w swym dążeniu,
Bierz co twoje i nie żałuj żyj, nim utkniesz w martwym cieniu.
Niech marzenia wskażą drogę, doprowadzą cię do celu,
Nie zważając na trudności wytrwaj w życia tym fortelu
Czas ucieka, czas ucieka Nie bąd
A Race in TwilightA Race in Twilight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting on the desk
s i l e n t l y staring
everything gone gray
Pouring out the tea
hoping the steam from it
helps me see
through this i l l u s i o n
The storm comes n goes
but the papers stay still
as i watch the whole table crumble
and pens clatter to the floor
It's r a i n i n g outside
the dews that came lay forgotten
the grass droops for comfort
but the weeds don't oblige
Kids splash through the mud
their voices ringing hauntingly
but the windows are fastened
and ears don't comply
A sigh of relief is unheard
from the sounds of frustration n regret
that don't relent
for all the times we spent
The flower of hopeThe flower of hope1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rise to become the flower of hope,
And when the time come
bloom to show us what's valuable in this rotting world.
Save our souls
and protect them against those who are eating us,
and we still don't understand that we are slowly dying.
Show us the true color of happiness
to give us life.
Show off your sweet smell
to let us take our first breath
in our real life.
I walkI walk1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once walking in a foriegn town
distant from reality's frown
where nothing really matters
names and faces
dates and numbers
nothing really matters
Escorted by heavy drops of rain
along a cascade of dim warm street lights
reassuring and comforting
stripping lonlinesss of empty silent nights
and I walk..
as I begin to hear a sublime melody
descending from a place not very far
like im being called by somebody
my heart beats with anticipation
my steps lead me to my distination
I find myself facing a guy playing his guitar
making sounds so divine
playing the strings of my heart
each stroke on every string
What makes us humanWhat makes us human1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes us human?
We were born.
We were raised.
We were living.
We were dying.
We faced each other.
With frustration and fear.
With horror and love.
We fought each other.
Because of greed.
Because of the will to survive.
We took so many lives.
We tore families apart.
We killed them.
We punished them.
We broke many hearts.
Of the consequences.
Of the future.
Of the feelings of the others.
We are greedy
We are evil.
We are monsters.
We are puppets controlled by those who want power.
We are strong.
We are weak.
We are addicted to a lot of things.
RealizationRealization1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My breath comes out short,
My vision begins to contort.
All i see is the blood around me,
As she stands above me.
That feral look of hers, electrocutes my skin.
Her tattered brain, couldn't handle being a has-been
True i stole her everything, the things that made her smile.
Maybe I wanted to be special, if only for a little while.
Yet here i lay, on my hands and knees.
A bullet in my gut, because I'm who she wants to be.
I thought i could just throw her away, like yesterdays trash.
I'd never guess she'd spring up, and become uncontrollable whiplash.
I'm in the house she's dreamt of dreaming.
I look at the tile, as my
Autumn LeavesDry autumn leaves are the carpet beneath my hooves.Autumn Leaves2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Moss under a young sapling provides me with what few amount of rain drops have survived these parched last few weeks.
Stars are beginning to shine in the dim light. By this time of year there should be storm clouds filling the sky from dusk 'til dawn. But this year has been strangely quiet of thunder and scarce of rain.
I scratch my long antlers against a strong oak tree and tingle with the pleasure. The forrest has it's small comforts.
Squirrels dart up an Oak, chasing each other ever higher. They dare each other with their leaps from trunk to trunk and catch themselves on the thinest o
ForestryForestry2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
If my f e a t h e r s could speak volumes ..
can I bring you out to accept me?
If miracles waited all their lives ..
would you want to see through to the end?
Walkingaway fromthe things I adore ..
if truth was a sign,
can I escape the tragedy I endure?
Pattern isn't in my veins ..
Fathering my beliefs ..
gathering moss for my frustration ..
floating irrationally without fruition.
What hole can give me a light?
goodness could breathe me my morphine ..
but my fears idle me to tears ..
forcing me to begin alone.
Couldn't see you there ..
were you believing in something?
After eating my hopes into your selfishness ..
For YouFor You1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I'll be a better man. I'll change the world. They will all see.
Let us begin from the start. As far as I can remember I have been bullied at school my whole life. I have been called fat, stupid, and many other things. This has left me more emotionally scarred than you can imagine. The pain and suffering is very difficult to handle. Though it will never be as difficult as what has happened over the past year. November 2010 is when it began. The day I stopped going to school.
Some of you may already know this story; I was finally tired of the bullying, the feeling of not being loved, and the complete hatred towards me. So I left. I stayed at