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Don't Leave MeShe sighs. "So what you're telling me is... You're still going to leave."Don't Leave Me1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"... Yeah."
"After that?"
"Yeah."
"How long?"
"At least a week."
"But... That's too long. I can't wait that long; I already miss you. Besides.. A week turns into two weeks, and that turns into a month... You know what happened last time... And you're leaving me..." She shakes her head in disbelief and turns away. She was never able to let him see her tears, whether they were happy tears, or sad tears, or just tears. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know... Come with me, then."
"What?"
He smiles. "We'll go there together so I don't have to leav
My NameLeave my hand, and fly awayMy Name2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can lose my way without you
I just forgot you and your lies
I'm sick of your useless words
Noise that breaks my silence sweet
Insignificant notes of your false life
When your nightmares embrace you
When the night is so cold and black
At the end, you shout my name.
Broken ImmiageYou are self-righteous,Broken Immiage1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are greedy,
Arrogant,
Hateful,
Lustful,
Dispassionate,
Wrathful,
Envious,
A sloth,
Gluttonous,
Prideful, in all the wrong ways,
A pathetic Fascist,
Bigot,
Narcissistic,
A Heathen,
You plague this earth,
You are the bane of my existence
You are the worst individual incarnate
Displaying what every man SHOULD NOT BE…..
Funny…
Is it not…
What one sees in the mirror?
My WingsSometimes i think i have wingsMy Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel them on my back
I can move them around
Sometimes, if i run into something i feel pain were they would be if i had them
It feels odd because i know were they are, connected to my shoulder blades
When i ride my bike i feel like i could flap my wings and fly
I tried it once
I wanted it to work so badly
I was so disappointed when i didn't
But i keep trying couse maybe one day it will happen
Just maybe
One day i will fly
One day i will be free
One: i will be me
'The Change' PrologueThe Change'The Change' Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kanishtaa Naijuuk
~Prologue~
I've always known there was more to my life than what meets-the-eye. Even as a young child, I was always different, isolated from my peers. Something about me never let others close – they always seemed to be intimidated by me.
Because of this, my childhood was a dark and lonely one. My past is a history that few will ever know, and fewer still will understand.
But only a few years ago did I realize that I am not completely alone in this world. No... There are more like me – plenty more. In fact, there is a whole community of us, each from different walks of life, different races, differe
Believing In Invisible WingsUncertainty sprouts from questions insideBelieving In Invisible Wings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finding your faith, beginning to try
Leaving behind the preconceived notions
Placing your trust in other's devotions
Looking ahead and taking the leap
Believing in wings that no one can see
Reaching beyond your physical self
Learning to feel the one somewhere else
Questioning those who seem to know best
They haven't known your life and its test
Never forgetting the things you have learned
Even though they can prove false in turn
Searching the strange 'scape that's inside
A whole other world, waiting to fly
Feeling the energy reach through all nature
Causing your life to change and to fr
Truth and MadnessTruth and Madness7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Overwhelmed.
All alone. She stood in a crowded room. Lost. Lonely. She recognized nameless faces. She did not know them. They did not know her. She longed for companionship, yet could not reach out. She turned. Looked. Sought a friend and saw only the smiling, laughing faces of strangers.
The heavy beat of the music was an assault upon her ears. Greasy chips and harsh, carbonated drinks. She took a plate and a few of the otherwise untouched veggie sticks, scooped up some dip. Bumped. Jostled by these people she should know. She gave an unnoticed apology. Tension.
She found a vacant corner. Pushed herself into it. She clos
Faerie RingRound and roundFaerie Ring6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing our peace
Ashes to ashes
Fleece to fleece
Mushrooms and toadstools
Flowers and leaves
Magic and beauty
But the parent grieves
Changelings sing
Pixies rejoice
Elves dance
And humans no choice
Sing with us Sisters
Dance with us Brothers
If you're looking for danger
You can find no others
Crimson.today you askedCrimson.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I loved you
I think you are
sad; have given
up.
we sat together, on
your bed
there were clothes
and I felt no
passion or
bloom
and so I told
you, spoke of
friendship
and you said,
'I will love you all the same'
you are sad;
have given up
on me, for I
cannot love you
like you love me.
yesterday you spoke
of how we will travel,
and I said nothing
because I am sad;
have given up and
find no direction
with any boy,
any girl.
six months from
april, you will
leave and discover
worlds
and I fear, or feel
that time will stretch
disappear along
with us
I am comfortable in
your arms and think
o
i'm the designeri want to suture up my futurei'm the designer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sharpen a knife with stone
then cut till bone makes it dull
i want to separate sublime from stain
to asphyxiate away arraign
i want to suture up my future
i want to create my own escape
'cause it's so enthrallingly complicated
to keep attempting to integrate it
and gaze upon tracings of fresh incisions
where i recently placed my new decisions
i want to create my own escape
i want to feature my new features
and see if they still say i'm insane
when the blood in my veins is now pure
and now, with perfection achieved,
see if they still believe
that i am less than perceived
and short of all th
Have you everHey man, tell me thisHave you ever3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever seen
The grand lost kingdoms of the south?
The pink trees who dance in the eastern spring?
The great white carpets of the north?
The untamed, giant forests of the west?
Have you ever
Tasted the cool moonlit air
On a foggy Autumn night?
Have you ever felt
The feral embrace of the cold, murky waters
In the romantic heart
Of the southern swamps?
Have you ever tasted the dust
Grit and gravel of the open road
Traveling with it as your companion?
Have you ever felt her embrace
Among the great flat highway
Under grand starlit summer night
With the Earth's support and love below you?
Have you
Shore-lines.Still, I fail to understandShore-lines.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rhyme or reason
of the deep blue sea.
Because the waves had no rhythm
The tides, no rhyme.
And lying on the shore
was worthy of no poetry
but that of my inner
curses.
The sand
under my eye-lids and under my skin,
tearing me to shreds,
needed no more hyperboles.
And still, you failed to understand
and continuing,
a subtle numbing of my mentality,
the removal of my appreciation,
and the slow, scraping, sterile surgery
performed on my heart-strings.
Tumbleweedswe'll drown togetherTumbleweeds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this
empty smoke-pit
laughing and
ripping
and
tearing apart the
ways we feel
alive
or maybe dead
and it'll never
stop
but when it does
we'll fall back into
black-stained sheets
and give each other
marijuana-seed-tumble
-weed kisses, dusty
and
dirty
but we won't mind
because dust and
dirt
and smoke
and weeds
are all we've ever
known
MyLifeWithinCementedBordersIf I could paint youMyLifeWithinCementedBorders3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A picture
With words
I would sketch a mural
On the side of a
Busy walkway
It would contain
The world
Within its cemented borders
Contain my life
Being trodden
By busy feet
And
It would be seen
By everyone
Who happened to walk
Down the path
So many before had took
And if only
They'd glimpse down
To see what's beneath them
They would learn
From my
Past mistakes
Painted on this mural
On this street
Within cemented borders
And I would use
The brightest words
And biggest letters
The strongest language
And
Delicate sentences
To compose
My Life
On a sidewalk
I could write with
No purp
Invisibility Eloped With Murdeand now i'm just a skeleton in my closet because silenceInvisibility Eloped With Murde3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
has nibbled what was ever left of me.
Dissecting the HeartYou have cold handsDissecting the Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a colder smile
and maybe I'd believe your li(f)e
was perfect
if that ring around your finger
was an honest gesture
instead of just for show.
You snare the unsuspecting
in your cleverly woven web;
and maybe, just maybe,
I was once collecting dust
among the captured,
but my pulse no longer
pitter-patters your name
pumping your venom
through my veins.
You have greased-back hair
and a bad habit of grinding your teeth in your sleep
and I wonder:
if I were to dissect you
piece by bitter piece,
would I find bone-chips lining your stomach
like fragmented dreams
as thickly
as the lint dragons lining the
A tale of a torture deviceOur Renaissance ladyA tale of a torture device2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is an old woman
with mock cathedrals
and paintings of medieval clashes
in her living room. She has built
her own torture device out of trees
and broken records. When she climbs
a sycamore, her shirt snags
on a branch and a song stagnates
at empty echoes. When she winces,
she lists all of the things that people
who hate themselves do.
She named her pain Stammering Zacchaeus.
The best torture devices know
how not just how to destroy the body,
but how to humiliate it as well.
What do you think the eyes are going
to when they're spiked blind and cold?
When it's time to admit you see nothing, cry.
It counts
Little SarahMy name is Sarah,Little Sarah9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could've made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all,
I can't do no wrong,
Or else I get locked up
All the day long.
When I awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come,
I try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse,
My name he calls
While I press myself
Up aga
She was never broken...She was never broken in the first placeShe was never broken...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why you threw her out
Didn't you see the tears on her face?
Protruding from a pout
You know nothing can fill her spot
Even though you try
Let her memory enter your thoughts
Did you see her cry?
The melancholy look
Of such sadness to see
Like a page from Edgar Allen Poe's poetry book
A broken honey bee
You said you loved her
But that was opposite the truth
This illness has no cure
This investigation doesn't require a sleuth
The demise hidden in her eyes
As you shut the door
Can't you hear the raven cries?
As it quotes "never more"
She thought she was yours
Your silver t
Have Mercy Pt. 11The next day Mercy was working in the ER again and Neil called to ask if he could visit Sam. "Sure, let me make sure your name is on the visitors list and make sure you sign in. She's been bugging me all day asking if you were well enough to visit."Have Mercy Pt. 111 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'll be there after lunch but don't tell her I'm coming, I want it to be a surprise."
Around 1:00 Neil signed in and went to Sam's room. Mercy was doing her rounds but Neil figured that he'd see her eventually. The little girl was sitting on her bed coloring when he knocked on her door.
"Neil!" the little girl exclaimed while scrambling down from the bed.
The musician laughed and knelt down t
Puddle of BloodI forgotPuddle of Blood1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Not to be pretty
In your sight.
As we all liveAs we live in this neglectful townAs we all live1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The screams of the innocent go unheard.
The abusers laugh as they listen through these paper thin walls
Doing nothing as the lifeless bodies fall.
Hurting, without access to those who can help.
Jealousy towards those who have everything and more.
Being betrayed by friends you trust because they say,
"Dude you can trust me. I'd keep your secret anyday."
We are the people calling out for love.
Trying to make others understand how we feel
"But nobody listens", we say as we frown.
As we live in this neglectful town.
LoZ- OoT- The Rise of the Hero of Time PrologueLoZ- OoT- The Rise of the Hero of Time Prologue9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Legend of Zelda- Ocarina of Time- Rise of the Hero of Time
prologue- the fall of Haren.
"Hyah!"
The horse galloped faster.
Arrows flew by.
I knew my life was nearing its end…
The Gerudo bandits were catching up. I only had a sword. They had killed my partner while we were on duty, protecting the castle. This was the fated night. Zelda had predicted it in her dream…
"Some people who work for daddy," she had said at the council meeting, "are going to die in a week's time. The killers…" she had sobbed, "will go and… end the life of a great entity…" she stopped.
"Zelda…" the king said, "Please, go on
WriterI am a scientist;Writer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pinning down ideas
like butterflies
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
their life.
I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
my ears.
I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
my own.
I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
conduction.
I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantas
Sta.sh
