SixWordStories: Self-Portrait'normal'SixWordStories: Self-Portrait4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Don't. Even. Go. There.
Like an Ant.To the mountain,Like an Ant.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are we?
So small against its grandeur.
To the eagle,
What are we?
Odd-lesser beingschaining themselves to the ground
Rather than embracing the freedom of forever.
To the leopard,
Who are we?
Noisy, clumsy, oblivious, obvious
So unlike her own graceful mastery
To the human,
Who are we?
Empowered, all powered, all worthy and
All knowing. All is ours.
Or is it?
For, to an ant,
We might be
Just a mountain,
Grand and great in awesome size
Yet slow, moving in unconceivable slowness.
Just an eagle,
High, distant, unconcerned and
For, to an ant, there might be
A thousand million uncounted uncountable
Things to do, things done
I Hope You DanceA song strums, just one more in the mix.I Hope You Dance4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why can't I sit still? I grumble. I have work to do, gotta study, gotta focudamn it all. I can't.
I rise, work ignored as the swaying note wafts through my room, stretching slightly. I have to stop wearing these pants. Whenever I do, I can't stop moving They just move so well!
I hope you dance
I sway slightly, unsteady. I haven't done this in far too long. I sigh, releasing the breath hard, letting go of worry, of stress, of self pushing the breath out, pushing my hands up. Push the world aside, twirl, twist, breath.
As the song swirls, so do I. It dips, I dip, pulling close in a swooping turn.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
I look to the side, up, meeting someone's eyes, though the room is empty. It just feels right.
May you never take a single breath for granted
I stop still, breath in, hand lifting, palm down, feather-light. Halfway up, flick, palm up, keep rising
God forbid lov
Deeper then High SchoolGod, give me the strength of mind to see clearly what's happeningDeeper then High School4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The strength of self to know where it must lead
And the strength of will to make it so.
Do you love him?
Do you want to?
Love makes us blind
Can't prove them right
Not so soon after the rumo--
--no, that's the lies you tell
That's not what's holding you back.
You're scared for it to be true.
Scared to lose yourself
Scared to make tomorrow now.
So don't let it.
No, don't let it be,
But keep it hidden.
That would kill me,
And leave her in my place
But what if--
He says so,
And I agree.
But he's so magnificent,
So small and powerful,
So full of life and mirth
Rich in time and humor,
With lines that rival Michelangelo's own
A vivid portra--
If it is to be, in the cosmic scheme, don't worry, it will.
Irrespective of you,
And your denials.
Deny, legitimately, that you love him.
Because there are many
Jigsaw"The heart doesn't go there, silly."Jigsaw4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you'll never even know their namesYou'll never even know their names.you'll never even know their names3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Scariest HalloweenEveryoneThe Scariest Halloween3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
was giving out
SuccessSuccess.Success3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Copyright: A dreamer who dared.
Murder MeThe light is bright as I walk besideMurder Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones I know and love.
I see you, but you dont see me,
The world is in perfect harmony.
We sing and laugh without a care,
But one day changed me from the light I could bear.
Seeing the horror,
And seeing the light,
Eyes glossed over,
And rolled back in the night.
I saw what she did,
When no one else could.
I watched my own friend slaughter,
As no one else would.
I stopped my laughter,
I stopped my joyful play,
For I could no longer see the light of day.
My friend did wrong,
So what did I do?
I sat and stared,
As the evening night flew.
In the morning came a new light,
A light of happiness and rebirth,
When I finally looked at the body,
Hiding inside of the earth.
What I saw,
I don't know how to explain.
The image is something
That will forever be in my brain.
The image I saw was harming,
Yet everything but alarming.
For this was no man that was good,
No man that even deserved a name.
This man was a man to whom
I would never spe
alone.lonelinessYou experience loneliness, I am alone..alone.loneliness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inheritance of the ForswornLook at this tapestry that I've weaved,Inheritance of the Forsworn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Webbed with threads of illusions,
And all of the alibis I've heaved
Upon you in hope of collusion.
Gaze into the scars that lie in my eyes,
The fires within
That once flickered like night skies,
Now burn with furious guilt and misery, for I have spread myself too thin.
The words that force through my lips
Are disguised confessions.
For I am no longer piloting my own ships,
My soul is not among my possessions.
My hands are slick with blood that I can make no attempt to wash away.
Blood split at another's command,
Memories that can only fade after the passage of days.
Seems I inherited Mother's black hand.
I sought to run away, and I tried to escape,
But all in vain,
No man can outrun fate,
I see myself fall repeatedly like the rain.
Unable to rise or strike back,
I stand here, obedient,
Bowing down to every order of attack.
Not blind, but attempting to be insentient.
Hiding from the horrors I've performed.
Raging at my plight,
Watching my heart gr
Vanishing ActPerhapsVanishing Act3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Faked his death.
The Age of DarknessCheckmate. The white queen is dead.The Age of Darkness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DarkHe sticks himself toDark3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the stars, even though he knows
they will outshine him.
Seasons WinterSeasons3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The colors are blanched,
and the song of limbs worn out.
Now the leaves will mourn.
Prime in her time, she
carries the buds to
warmth in her bosom.
the fire ball sent strokes of heat
to others below.
Lovingly the cold
will whisper lullabies to
newborn shades of red.
Nature- DO NOT DESTROYGrassNature- DO NOT DESTROY3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but never seen
in the correct way
Please don't trample
Please don't stomp
Please don't be so rough
Don't destroy my grass so green
Why does my love for it go unseen?
Lie down on the surface
Smile because its so perfect
Beautiful in its own way
beautifies your day
in every way
Please don't grab
Please don't stab
Please don't hurt it so
For when you hurt nature you also hurt me
That's the way it goes
stand so tall
and watch it all
Why do you cut them down?
Because they are houses
to you and me
But they're also to animals in a tree
And when you destroy them
life is terrible
to animals, plants, and me
So soft but strong
enough to overrule you
But water is hopeless
if you take it away
That's why I pray
for you to:
Stop overusing water
For water has power
And is useful too
It has feelings you know
Air is pure
Don't take that away
But I'm afraid you do
Every second of your day
you are polluting my air
Voice In My HeadKeep goingVoice In My Head4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you want to get better?
Then get up
Don't you want to show them that you can do it?
Then keep going
You're not getting anywhere
You can do it
No I can't!
I've been trying!
ClarityGorgeous crystal streamsClarity3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wash away confusion
there was more than silence(There used to be more than just silence)there was more than silence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had a song once, do you remember?
They classified it as a disorder,
filed between "insanity" and "pitiful little things"
(but we danced to it anyway.
We had a secret language once,
In December, remember
It consisted of three billion characters,
Invented by the instant
By the second forgotten
we passed secret notes
Etched over scattering leaves
On sidewalks we left them to be
carried by the swift wind
Ducking behind bare limbs
and weaving, weaving
their way into frigid doors
you taught me the rarest words of them all,
and then told me that I was
the only and the only
of the black void above
On your sleeve my name I sew
But like a tree the clothes you outgrew
And with a toss you never knew
Which direction my empty insights blew
(and now, the world is coming to a stop
my needles are growing tired,
from etching over
[and over again]
those little swift etches
of string weaving secrets over cotton lines
and evading outgrowing li
Twelve A.M.Twelve A.M.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind blows
Through the City.
A thousands lights
Sickly in disarray.
Street lights, sign lights
a violent glow.
A sky of
Plums-- left too long in the fridge,
Turned from mauve to brown.
The brown of smog.
All for light.
(The tormented lie of light)
Human hands in hubris
(A mass'cre of order, nature)
Defying peace and calm
And what are stars?
A thousand lights
Sickly in disarray.
The wind blows
Over the Sea.
A million stars
Awful in brilliance.
Moonfire, truest, coldest
A dark radiance.
A sky of
Dove-- vivid against the terrible purity,
BeautyBeautyBeauty4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What is beauty? Beauty isn't the way your short hair cascades down like a waterfall, or the shiny amethyst earrings that peak out behind the shiny curtain. It isn't the fuchsia lip-gloss you wear, or the coral blush on your face. Nor is it the plum corsage on your wrist or the tanzanite necklace around your neck. Beauty is not the mulberry dress you wear, with its lilac lace and opals stitched into the bodice.
No, beauty is something that you don't spend hours creating in the bathroom. Beauty is something bigger than that. It is seeing you walk into the room, your pale green eyes shining in the fluorescent light. It is the radiance of your smile as it slowly widens and reveals just a glimpse of teeth. It is something that was there all along. And when the night is over, and you wash off the makeup and change into sweatpants, that beauty will still be there, where it always will be.