My Paper Doll LoverI have liquid dreams about you,My Paper Doll Lover2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching your face appear
in a smoky haze,
I would enthrone you as my noir lover,
if I did not know you would balk
at the offering.
You were never born to be King
however I might adorn you,
laurel leaves upon your head,
hanging bones around your neck,
I would exalt you.
It is beyond you to be debonair
however I dress you within my mind,
but I like to think of you
smoking cigarettes in bed
amid the tangled sheets and naked limbs.
If only you could be my paper doll lover
but you never learned how to dance the tango,
the predatory instinct is absent in your eye,
and you remain placid but troubled,
stranded in an in between that is too great a compromise.
You never learned to hone the killer's instinct
and you stubbornly evade falling prey,
so what is to be done with you?
If I run you will not chase, and if I hide you will not seek,
if I push you will push back but half-mockingly
with exasperation in your eyes.
You remain unapproachable
The Wisdom of the BurnedThere is an angry red weltThe Wisdom of the Burned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spread like a ribbon 'cross my palms,
and it reminds me of you.
It started in the park when the sun
rested like a dewdrop between the hills,
the steady rhythm of my breath subdivided
by the panting of my pawed companion.
The peace of the moment was so easily broken,
and all it took was the robin's call.
Ears at attention, and a rumble in his throat,
my dog let his chocolate eyes rove, land on the bird.
With his barrel-chested bark, he bounded onward,
and the woven lead in my hard-closed fists
sliced through my hands like fire.
When I opened my shaking fingers,
I was struck by the analogous you.
Your future, the robin calling,
you tied to me by this rope of comfortable love.
The harder you pulled the tighter I gripped,
the more it burned when I let go.
Convention tells me that both marks will fade,
but my eyes still water in this moment.
God grant me the courage to always remember
that the blame shouldn't fall
on the dog or the owner.
DreamsSubconscious leakage ;Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wisps. Reality is faint,
Colors are soft and deceptive.
I am myself. There was never any other option.
Surreal, impossible, and indefinitely pure.
Song of the ShatteredBelieve me,Song of the Shattered10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I didn’t lie.
Your touch left me broken,
Your voice made me cry.
Pain’s here to stay,
And will not pass
I wanted you badly,
Though I knew you were pain.
I thought I could take it.
Now I have myself to blame.
Break for me baby,
Or we won’t last.
Your crystal perfection,
Your sorrowful words…
I just wanted to fix you.
Instead I burned.
I thought I could heal you.
I am such a fool.
Shattered and broken,
And under your rule.
My heart was fragile,
As fragile as glass.
I thought I was stronger,
That the pain would pass.
Practice makes perfect.
Grind all my shards.
Leave nothing left.
It can’t be that hard.
Instead of your rescue,
I sealed my demise.
My heart shattered glass,
Defiled by your eyes.
I thought I could save you,
But needed saving instead.
Your ruthless assault
Left me broken and numb.
I know I was foolish.
I learned far too late.
Now I know you aren’t broken
Ever?Ever gone through your phoneEver?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking for someone to text?
Realize that there's no one
You want to talk to there?
Ever watched someone listen to you
But they aren't actually hearing?
Ever looked for a hiding spot
Only to realize there's no where to go?
Ever just wanted to meet someone new,
tell them everything that's heavy on your chest,
cry on their shoulder, then walk away.
Never to see them again?
Prisoner of LoveYour body is hot like the sun,Prisoner of Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But your heart is as cold as ice.
When I hold you, it's your heart I feel.
Don't kiss me too deeply,
Don't touch me too much,
Don't make me fall for you,
With a single touch.
(all over again)
Your mind is with her,
Your body's with me,
I'm crying now,
But you can't see.
My body is mine,
But my heart is not,
What's mine is yours,
And it makes you hot.
Stop touching me if she's who you see.
My heart drips tears,
But you don't care,
You're rocking my body,
And tangling my hair.
I can't escape.
You've held me captive
In your prison of love.
Nightmares of BeautyThe nightmares consist of mercury faced monsters complete with glass teeth and gargoyle eyes. I have not the power to deny themNightmares of Beauty4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Look deeper. Creatures creeping beneath pupil.)
It keeps asking me to digest the butterflies with the sharpness sewn to my jaw, and I say
"No these are your teeth,"
Don't you want to taste beauty?
(yes, but I don't want to destroy it.)
She kept claiming to be me, and her smile of soil
Maybe...I am safe.Maybe...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the kitchen
Or is it paradise?
Can harm me
(Except for rotten veggies
Or spoiled meats)
I am queen.
In the corner of my world
Or is it the center?
Does it even matter really?
Dares to enter
(Except for the dogs)
Hed never step foot in such a
(Its beneath him, you see)
I am happy
Unmolested and free
No threats, promises, or shouts
Would dare reach me
Not in here.
And even if
The dripping whisk would say
Whipping through the air
Dirty with the drippings
Of batter freshly mixed
Leave her alone!
The flailing spatula would cry
Spattering dough every where
Launching its coating
On his perfectly primped hair
Who am I kidding?
Metal and rubber
Stand no chance
Against his weapons
(Words, fists, blades)
Not a thing
In this damn corner
(World, fantasy, kitchen)
Can ever deliver me.
I am pris
A Tall Stranger in the TreesA Tall Stranger in the Trees3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some people say he's a myth, an urban legend, a made up story meant to scare people. However, I have seen him. I've seen what he is capable of, I've seen how frightening he really is... and I never want to see him again.
I was around the age of eleven, and I lived in the country with my mom, dad, and eight year old sister. The entire town was surrounded by forests, and not very many people lived in it. It was a simple town; there were no big business chains or anything like that. All the shops were family owned. In fact, our family owned a small bakery that was actually the downstairs level of our home.
My sister, Abigail, and I would always go to the tiny park by the edge of the woods to play with the other children that lived in the town. There weren't very many, so we all knew eachother. Sometimes my sister would go to the park by herself while I did my homework. One day she came into my room while I was working on some math problems.
"Sarah," she said to me excitedly. "I met someon
My DarknessMy Darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My world was small.
I was alone.
No one to call my own.
My heart has been broken.
It has been destroyed.
I felt used, abused, and incomplete.
I had no one.
But in my lonely, painful world of light,
which was too bright,
A darkness fell.
It brought the light down and I liked it.
I sought out the source.
A boy lonely as me.
He felt my pain.
He told me I brought light to him.
I said he brought darkness to me.
We knew it was meant to be.
And now I sit upon a throne of light, lonely no longer.
No more pain.
I have you, my king of darkness, my love.
You make me complete.
Surreal TearsSingle tears fall so often,Surreal Tears6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet a single tear is all it takes,
to show the break of my heart to others.
They can choose to ignore it,
or show how much they care,
how I wish more cared.
Tears streaming down my face,
alone in the darkness,
alone in a world of solitude,
forever in despair.
I hear words spoken down those stairs,
to others, not me, and I slowly fade away,
I pray she doesnt hear my sobs,
I pray she doesnt come to see my tears falling so harshly.
My broken heart doesnt heal,
how life each day no longer seems real,
and no matter what is said, its not an appeal,
I no longer see how people feel,
how they always seem so surreal.
Dirty AgainDirty again.Dirty Again6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate that.
Cant go for longer than a few weeks
Without being caked, crusted, corrupted
I bet Cinderella didnt have to deal with this.
Sure she was sooty, soiled, scummy
But she was never sullied
He gets the urge to feel;
I must be dirty again.
The first was hard;
(Even for him )
The second was hurried.
(Oh how I remember the third!)
(Yes, the fourth too )
Well they were just haphazardly easy.
I hate that.
This sort of thing
Should not be easy.
It certainly is not easy
To clean up.
Soot bows to soap,
Blood bows to no bubble, no bribe;
It rusts, rots, and remains behind.
I hate that.
Premonition BluesPremonition Blues4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snow was heavy
under midnight's guise.
The white ground reflected
city lights into the clouds:
it was as bright as the half light
that bled over the mountains
and flowed into the valleys
just hours before (the sun
The air was silent:
a powder keg soundtrack
sitting on a camel's back.
There were dead flags
on poles or lying in ashes.
Smoke seeped through the earth
on every horizon
like the breath
of a dragon slumbering
after a fierce campaign.
No one was left
to inhale the dust and ash.
Their bodies were dormant
and they dreamed their faith.
And a Dandelion stood stout
in a field of grey and soot.
BrokenBroken hearts often happen,Broken5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
though weren't mean to happen at all,
if a heart was destined to be broken,
then we would have a spare like we do with our legs, arms, fingers, toes, eyes...
Why does my heart trust so easily,
and always get hurt so badly in the end...
It never truly learned even,
it always tries again,
even when my mind says no.
It leaps out to another and most times it results in a crash along some cement,
hard against the road and ran over by cars on a highway.
No, i hearts were meant to be broken,
we would hold a spare real close.
Why must I always be broken?
Perfectly StrangePerfectly Strange3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young blond sat on the bench of the local park his family always loved coming to. With an acoustic guitar in hand, he played bits and pieces of many songs he'd heard and loved, experimenting.
He could never explain it, but ever since he was a childever since those days in school and at his few friends' houses when he'd hear the music played, it tugged at something in him. It lifted his spirits. Music has always done that for him.
But when he made it for himself, whether it is covers of songs or his own music he felt more alive than ever in his life.
And no one seemed to be able to understand that
"Thomas Joseph Ratliff, come here!!" he heard the loud booming voice of his father then.
He hated being called by his full name. He knew when his parents spoke his full name, there was something they were disappointed with him about and they had to inform him of it. He was sure the disappointment today would be his choice of a hair-cut, as well
Let lovePlease don't close your heartLet love6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let the ones who care
be a part
of your life
Feel free to share you mind
because those who care
if you're not alright
Please open your heart
don't hide in the dark
Don't let life
tear you apart
Try and trust
in life and love
in the Great Above
Let love in
Let yourself begin
dear best friend.dear best friend,dear best friend.5 years ago in Letters More Like This
you honestly have no idea how much you mean to me.
you're the best friend anyone could hope for. who else would stay up 'til the early hours of the morning with me chatting about all our guy problems? who else would do all the things you've done for me?
it kills me that you're a long drive away now, and even though i miss you everyday, i know that you're only a phone call or an msn conversation away if i need you. and the same for you. anything you need; i'm your girl, and you know that. i'm here whenever for whatever.
when old memories of us pop up in my head, i can't help but put a smile on my face. seeing old photos of us - me with my long blonde hair, you with your longer strawberry blonde hair - makes me feel as if i can see you, standing right in front of me. like you're right here by my side.
i can never be mad at you for more than three seconds before giving in to your gorgeous brown eyes. not that that matters, because you could never make me that mad anyway.
Face on the WallLove, anger, blood, or a rose bedFace on the Wall2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A path of stardom upon which chosens tread.
Danger of a poisonous apple to be fed
to an uncrowned beauty whose lips tell a tale unsaid.
The wall inside his head,
With imagination it is all set to be painted.
Imagination lit by the color-Red.
The depths of the ocean that can never be seen through
An open mind like the limitless sky, flying in freedom found new.
Of the beauty that lies in her eyes, she had no clue.
The wall inside his head ready to be born anew,
to unravel the mysteries that it held-the color blue.
Darkness, negativity, engulfed the sad sack.
So lonely, no one to catch her when she falls back.
But there is another face to this, that should not be held back.
Elegance, simplicity and beauty in those locks of hair falling on her bare back.
The wall inside his head says, "Explore! Experiment, with the most versatile of all" -the color black.
Peace, purity, everything that is right.
The moon in the night, pearls and diamonds sparkling in sunl
1/01/14 3:11 amI'm fine.1/01/14 3:11 am1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fucking fine alright.
Infinitely angry at myself.
Nowhere to go with my fucking feelings
Over trying to get better.
Kicked and fucked over
And no progress to show for trying to recover.
Yeah, I'm perfectly okay.
Actually barely breathing.
Living day by day pretending that
Recovering is going well. Drifting
In and out of consciousness.
Going crazy to get rid of feelings.
Heaviness in my chest and on
The scale weigh me down, alright?
I'm not who I used to be.
Not the person I wanna be either. She's the one
Who everyone remembers but me.
"I don't know, she
Used to smile a lot."
To be completely fair, I was always dying inside. Now it just seems to
Be more obvious.
But that's okay, I guess.
That's not how I want it to be. I can't change it and just be
Okay. I can't make myself into the person
I was before no matter how hard I sit here and tr
The RiverbedI stare at the long-dried riverbeds,The Riverbed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Almost begging the discarded pebbles
To hold water again.
Maybe if I could see the gentle waves
Tumbling over the stones
In its old, familiar pattern
It would gently erode my mind
Until it were as round and smooth
As the little rock that I shift
In my criss-crossed palm.
Closing my eyes,
I strain to catch the rhythm
Of the soft scratching river-grasses
That yearn for water as much as I.
We both whisper gently into the afternoon
"Please come back."
hurting.This is the part when love starts h u r t i n g.hurting.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The part when the tables begin to get turned.
The part when all the pain you've caused comes back to you...
The part when you are
N e v e r U n d e r s t o o d.
Where is doesnt even matter the words you try to s a y.
In the end This feeling just never goes a w a y.
When all you want is for him to willingly s t a y.
The aching feeling you get,
Just before you reach the e n d.
You try to smile, hold it a l l back,
but at this point you cant just p r e t e n d.
You slowly lose the one you l o v e.
And no Plead, no scream, no single tear, will make it
S t o p. P a u s e. D e l e t e this moment.
Happiness seem so distant now.
Considering loneliness as your faithful O n e.
The part when love starts hurting is far from over now.
Do anything but, click and/or R e s t a r t.
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that