that resounding drum.Even the stars are dark tonight,that resounding drum.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Regrets inside me begin to ignite.
The wind begs me not to go,
But the wind only knows of a love long ago.
Black waters stir beneath me,
They hold the cold promise of eternity.
Slow, nervous breaths escape my lips,
As I slowly begin to strip.
I want to die by the way of birth,
Bare and raw, I'm going back to ash and earth.
The bridge is silent; the town seems dead,
I step onto the rail, my transparent wings spread.
I want so badly to be covered in red,
But I hear a resounding drum in my head.
My heart reminds me that I'm still living;
That another chance to me, God is giving.
God's place my feet back upon the ground,
Angels' fingers point me eastboud.
My hands are shaking and my soul is numb;
Inside my breast, I can still hear that resounding drum.
.:Five Years:.Five Years..:Five Years:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She waited by the phone.
Waited for a call that never came.
Sometimes courageous enough to dial the number.
But not strong enough to let it ring.
She spent wondering why
Wondering how it all happened so fast.
How in the span of a day,
Family turn into strangers.
She's been trying to forget about.
Forget his very existence.
Impossible a task it's proven to be
No matter her persistence.
He was gone. No sign of life.
Yet now he speaks of love and tears.
Please do tell me, Why now after
In the Eye of the StormI feel your heartbeat under my finger tipsIn the Eye of the Storm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My thoughts cascade into the depths
And spiral into the eye of the storm
Where the fragile whispers of the mind reside
I pick them out, one by one
And choose in vain my words
That fall upon the deaf ears
Who don't know how to listen
When they don't know how to hear
And in the melancholy I find myself
Embedded in the storm's embrace
Whispering those silent words
Deafened by the thunder's grace
Jabbing out with lightning speed
The shuddering stroke took a hold of me
It crawled on my skin, as spiders do
And picked on my mind in curiosity
Your heartbeat, now nothing but a wishful thought
Your voice slithering to the sizzling brew
The storm's embrace had taken me
Further than I could have ever been from you
A teardrop ripples the waters of my mind
It begins once again
I feel your heartbeat under my finger tips...
For the BestSometimes I think it could be for the best.For the Best2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it is what you see as a test.
We were friends, we were allies.
We took on the world, with our heads held up high.
What happened, what changed?
Why did what we have, suddenly have to go and die?
Is it over? Are we done?
A strange mix of feelings, they're hard to describe.
Did it matter? Was it worth it?
Your intentions leaving questions, they're all that reside.
Must advance, need to dance.
The world is still waiting, and our light needs to shine.
Can't hold back, can't be slack.
Our group is now ready, to make our advance towards the finish line.
You may have chosen this path, you may have made some bad choices.
But you're a friend until the end, that is my opinion and I'll voice it.
Best of Luck.
Application for the instituteMy name used to be Chassidy, though most of the people in this hell hole call me Enigma-37, The Devil Enigma. I used to be as human as Moira, now I'm just as much a mutant as Charles himself. Though if I remember correctly, the proper word for it would be mutate. I was the thirty-seventh person they subjected to this horrible procedure hence the 37 tacked onto the end of my name. If you're wondering what this process was, patience, I'm getting there. As far as I know, it's sometime in 1963; they never let me near a calendar so I can't be much more specific than that.Application for the institute2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I was born June 1st 1926, to a wonderful family who loved me and I was happy, more or less. Unlike my siblings, I am the only one who doesn't look like mom or dad. I have, ever changing, grey-green eyes, red hair (I will admit I used to dye it, but now that I can create illusions, I don't need to waste my money), and skin so pale I make Charles look tan. I am roughly 5'6" and I love to read, write, and learn. Acco
Life is too ShortYou have been judged.Life is too Short2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You feel unloved.
Feel the whole world is out after you.
But I'm here, I'm here for you.
And I promise you, we'll see it through.
You need a laugh or two?
Well that's what I do.
So don't be blue.
I'll be here for you.
And I promise we'll see it all through...
Hold onto those dreams.
Let out all those screams.
Because no matter how hard it all seems...
In the end it will all be redeemed...
So hold on.
Life's not done.
So hold on...
Let out your hair.
In the sunlights glare.
Let the whole world know...
That you're here to glow.
Life is too short.
Alter EgoI have an alter egoAlter Ego2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes to rhyme with me
And when she's sick of working
She makes me drink my tea
She shouts out loud, she's very proud
And goes round looking for trouble,
She digs in deep into my mind
Shifting past the rubble
Her fingers stained in ink
Her hair is all askew
Glasses that need fixing
Two colors are her shoes
I have an alter ego
She likes to write and rhyme
One look in the mirror,
And I see her all the time.
Paper inked with loveI used to write so many thingsPaper inked with love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be
And then you trapped me
The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor
On the purest heart
To lie about
I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost
I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go
They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash
Pretty GirlI'm pretty, right?Pretty Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, let me eat less
And tan more,
Burn my hair to make it straight
And spend all my money on clothes.
[Am I pretty now?]
Bring ItYesterday you took my notebook,Bring It2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today you took my pen,
If tomorrow you take my thoughts,
What will I do then?
Let me be myself
I'm sick of all your rules
Without my sword and shield
How will I win my duels?
I don't hide behind my papers
I use them as my ally
If you force me to fights
I'll crush you like the last guy.
Epiphany...Maybe, instead of trying to make each other less irritating,Epiphany...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We should try to make ourselves less irritable.
Love SongShe stared at him as he sat across the table from her. 'What did I see in him again?'Love Song2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"All that I'm saying babe," he said with his mouth full of the steak he was eating, "Is that you spend all your time writing, and yet," he swallowed the huge mouthful, "you haven't written me a single thing."
"What are you talking about?"
"You write all your pretty poems and all those lyrics for your friendwhy haven't you written me a uh " he waved his hand obnoxiously as he looked for the words, "I dunno, a love song or something?"
She stared at him and shook her head, "It doesn't work that way,"
"What do you mean it doesn't work that way?" he pulled his napkin out of his collar,
"Just think about me and let all those marvelous words flow out of your heart," he stood and pinched her cheek as he walked off to the men's room.
She scowled and rolled her eyes. 'I would walk the seven seas before I thought there was a reason to write that man a love song.' She hid her face in her hands and sigh
words on a napkin.i come to this curbwords on a napkin.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
to write these words,
for this is where
I can see the world
ghosts of prostitutes
and old drunkards
slowly pass by me.
the december wind
but i don't care.
there's an empty Jack Daniels
he is my lover tonight.
where are you?
Ubicumque homo estI have a dark secret that I must confess,Ubicumque homo est2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the fact that I have nothing
No lies behind these writer's eyes
No falsehood on my lips
I opened my heart to this cold dark world embracing it wholly
I expected nothing in return
But got it anyway
I learned the cry of the mother homeless and worried for her young
I learned the despair of the abandoned child
I embraced them all with loving arms
And tried to heal their wounds
I took their hurt and made it mine
To soothe their troubled soul
In the end I absorbed the whole world
All its hurts,
All its lies,
All the pain,
All the cries,
I became the dragonfly
I saw in all directions
I saw the woman murdered for her religion
I saw the couple killed because they weren't heterosexual
I saw the child taken from their parents by war
I saw the man who died protecting his own
And with his death went my heart too
I saw the gang member killed for trying to be free
And sank into the depths of misery
I saw all this and
DollDo you honestly think, that you will change my thinking?Doll2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you honestly believe you can keep belittling me
And treat me like your slave like you always did?
Let's face it you only talked to me when you wanted something
You can deny it as much as you want to, the fact is you still
After a while you told me yourself right
Did you think that I will just sit here take it forever
Like a DOLL.
That girl you knew is history.
I will admit I wanted to give you the world
That is no longer the case
But this fake respect, the fake mask
Is now more easy to spot than ever before
I know am showing you the real me.
It's Your turn.
cold bathwater.wrinkled youth,cold bathwater.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an aged soul undresses.
grey feathers flow from her head,
as her silver hair is brushed 100 times through.
she tests the bathwater with an anxious toe.
the old woman steps in and lies down.
she thinks of her giggling grandchildren,
and that she needs
to prune those rosebushes out front.
she puts soap on her loufa
and silently begins to wash herself.
oh, how she remembers how
her body used to look.
but she is thankful for this body,
for it means she got to live a life.
the old woman puts the loufa down,
and once again
drifts back to her thoughts.
they are of her husband,
how his smile would take away
all of her worries.
how she used to wake up
to the smell of blueberry pancakes
every Saturday morning.
how on spring afternoons,
she would hear his
familiar whistle tune
coming from the garden.
and then her thoughts became
drawn out and hazy.
her breaths slowed.
everything started to turn black.
all was silent,
except for t
ImaginationIt is the white fluff in the sky,Imagination3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one will tell how far it can fly.
It floats to the end of the Earth
Never bound by hearth
Some become gray and scary,
While most are pure and merry
So long as it lasts, with enormous space,
Not ever will it give up the chase.
Live by this.Choose: to live by choice, not by chance,Live by this.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make changes, not excuses,
to be motivated, not manipulated,
to be useful, not used,
to excel, not compete,
self-esteem, not self pity,
& to listen to your inner voice, not the random opinion of others.
Make the changes you need to make this year a happy & successful one.
Myths of MeI amMyths of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Learning from the Muses
and watching the clouds in Zeus' sky
Seeing the constellations of Nyx's night
and dreaming of the Oneiroi
Compiled the wisdom of Athena
and watched the arrows fall from Artemis
Seen the bloodied spears of war carried by Ares
and gazed at the pillars of the sky as they cracked
Sisyphus rolling the boulder up the hill,
only for it to always fall back down again
Endlessly trying, for that is who I am
even when the sword of Damocles hangs above my head
Piloted between Scylla and Charybdis
balancing on the thread of Fate
Flown to glory on wax wings
and fell in the same breath
Everything and nothing at all
The sound of one's music in the air
The dying embers of a flame
The blooming of a new flower
The foam of the receding tide
Nothing and everything there is
I am me,
I am me.
Survive the Zombies In the wake of nearly every disaster, fatalities occur long after the event has taken its initial toll. Whether it is a volcano, hurricane, flood, plague or zombie attack, the general pandemonium following a crisis often causes more problems for the survivors than the original disaster. The most threatening aspect of surviving the impending apocalypse is hordes of mindless drones, either in the form of zombies, angry mobs, or the Federal Emergency Management Agency.Survive the Zombies3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Paranoia and suspicion of others are the best ways to avoid being swept up in this deadly pandemonium. As long as quality of life is not part of the issue, staying shut away in an overly sterilized air lock with a lifetime supply of canned food will probably keep you breathing the longest. Of course, if retaining humanity is factored into the equation, your options are far less clear. As social creatures, humans have evolved to react as a group, similar to pods of fish and herds of
A Mind In FlamesWas it a bad idea?A Mind In Flames2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To think those thoughts
Say those words to myself
To spread the disease I so long fought
Old things plague my mind
Perhaps just candy coated now
Different versions of the same old
Eroding my life away
Will I always be sitting with the jealous heart?
Sharpening my teeth for the bite I'll never get
Of my desires, my fantasies
I guess my daydreams are my safest bet.
Cold and bitter, my unforgiving heart
Condemning them for the crimes
Of which I was not a part
The urge to kill overrides
The will to forget
To let ignorance soothe my heart
Dare I say,
I don't know where I'll go
Dare I dream,
I don't know how long I'll hold
Perhaps my only purpose
Is to dream my life away
Then one day, I will perish
Thinking of those words I heard you say
Letter to the moonIn the vastLetter to the moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into black sky.
not a soul.
devoid of snow.
I'm as hollow as night
all this heavy grayness
holds my heart tight.
I'm sending a wish
to the moon bright,
caress my darling
hold him in your light.
Reflect some warmth
all this love of mine.
I have no eyesBroken wingsI have no eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have no eyes
Wants to cry
I'm craving for the light
But not chance to see it
I have no eyes
Cutting my heart
It's a wrong feeling
It has no start
My hands are bleeding
But I don't know why
It hurts so much
Living without eyes
My whole life
I'm living in the dark
No chance to see saving light
I wanted to be strong
I wanted to fight
But I was dead wrong
My life is the night
It's not a lie
I have no eyes
words on a napkin vii.(read the first six, so you'll understand what these are all about.)words on a napkin vii.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the curb.
and im actually content.
tonight, i don't feel fucked up, like usual.
i feel normal
and completely at peace at the world.
im not used to this feeling,
but i sure as hell like it.