A Best Friend's LoveYou're hurt,A Best Friend's Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see that.
I can hear that.
You're in pain,
I can feel that.
You think your heart's broken,
When really it's not.
He may have left you,
But I have not.
He may have loved you,
As you love him.
But this is the present,
And that was the past.
This is now.
That was then.
I'm here for you now
Like I've always been.
Wiping your tears,
Holding you close,
Thinking that you're the one I love most.
Just let go,
All the pain
And the suffering
That was caused because of him.
I'll help and support you through love's unfair battles,
Help you learn that love never lasts.
It burns out like a candle,
And runs its course.
Leaving you happy
Or feeling sad.
And when it's all over
You'll meet someone new,
You'll learn to love again,
You'll smile again.
Love doesn't last,
But it can be reborn.
Death lasts forever.
What dies can't ever come back.
Think about that,
As you stand on that cliff
So near the edge,
Looking down at the rocks
That lie quietly
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Lightning Bug CosmosI lace my skin up like a corset, peel back the blinds on my eyelids, and take a step forward, waking from the poppies to theLightning Bug Cosmos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning bug glow of truth tapping on my eardrums.
In front of the mirror I stand, but what I notice is not the awkward crook of my nose or butterfly lashes. I look into the lighted mirror as if searching for answers hidden under
Ribbon-like sets of
veins, arteries and nerves.
Sometimes it all flows correctly; sometimes everything becomes
knotted up in all the wrong places. Skin toughened by beatings brought about by the
PT2: I SURVIVEDPT2: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I was scared, but what 12 year old wouldn't be?
I woke up, my alarm clock going off. I woke up in a sweat, and I looked around. I heard nothing but the birds chirping outside. I got up, shaky up on my feet, walking over to the window. I peeked out the curtains. There wasn't anything, just the sun rising over the horizon - my signal to go to school soon. I wasn't feeling much better, but I decided to go to school anyways. I haven't missed a single school day in my life.. I thought to myself. It was after all, only the 2nd day of school. I gathered my things, coughing here and there. Slowly, the coughing was becoming hacking, gasping for air. Slowly, I made my way downstairs. No one was home, my little brother went to the baby sitters while my Mom went to work. My dad didn't live with us anymore, but that's a long story.
I walked outside into the warm summer weather that lingered. The warm weather made me feel a bit better, but then a cold chill passed by me like
The PainI thought I would cry when you were gone, but i didnt.The Pain9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I would die when you were gone, but i didnt.
But now I come to think of the times when we were happy, I cry.
I cry because I know that we were once happy together.
I cry because I know that I will never see you again.
And now the pain is settling in.
LoveLove is wonderful my friend. Love will set us free, and even though it may break us every once in a while, our hearts will always be quick to receive love. That is what makes it magical, beautifully ironic, and wonderfully iconic. It is hope defined, it is life in all it's glory and sadness.Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Husband Tried To Make Love To Memy husbandMy Husband Tried To Make Love To Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tried to make love to me
he was topaz, he was
grim, he was the chalk
and smoky fire
of fear and gnawed-at
he was the bright face of fruit.
he was horrible and strange. he stared,
licked and rolled me in his palms
like a cigarette, wordlessly
dragged me from my grassy bed
by the bones in my legs and
pinned me down in that darkly
smiling, jagged place where
he put his hands on me and dragged
the crushed moans from my chest
made me yell
like a dog
and oh how frightened
and in awe i was of his caverns,
his black and rolling eyes
how his pomegranates bled
and trickled, bitter
SmileDon't let the dark get you down.Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold on to that feeling in your heart.
for some it is strong,
For others it may be fleeting,
difficult to grasp...
but we have to learn to smile.
You may have been told your whole life you deserve it,
and cheesy at it may sound,
StainCranberry juice, justStain2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
pretend it's cranberry juice
and wash it away.
Writing LoveWriting Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black lines running down my arm,
Spelling out one simple word: LOVE.
What does it mean? And for what cause?
How can any sort of writing make a change?
How can I make anyone see this little word I have written here,
On display for all to see?
There is a cause, a fight that we all must strive to fight,
Yet no one cares to see.
People all just turn their heads,
And try to say it's all okay.
They don't even want to see,
The terrible battles we fight every day.
I don't know if they will ever end,
If there will ever be a way to resolve this pain.
So many people have been affected,
And so many more have not realized it is their time.
I can see everything falling apart around me,
Feeling each person's suffering as sure as if it were inside my own skin.
This fading ink symbolizes all that I take up,
Shows that I believe so firmly in my cause,
I mean to help those that cannot help themselves;
I want to show the world how much we can hurt ourselves if left unchecked.
I stand proud, I s
ResponsibilityMy actions are my own,Responsibility2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For them I take responsibility.
There is no other at fault,
I know what I have done.
One who swore to bring light,
One who sought nothing but to love,
Brought nothing but darkness and pain;
I understand my failures,
I understand the damage I wrought.
With endless apologies and my love
I will say my goodbyes,
And like a ship that sinks below the waves
My memory will disappear.
I didn't want to harm the bagel.When that vegan café calls to tell you thatI didn't want to harm the bagel.7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you're not good enough to work for them
because you can't butter bagels, grill paninis,
and talk to the customers all at once, just yell:
I am a beautiful,
Then chop off all your hair and dye it a different colour
so you can go back to buy their phenomenal soup
without them recognizing you.
If they do suspect you're the sex ferret,
refuse to acknowledge it and
start using a German accent.
Shout the only German word you know
and leave the premises;
don’t return until you’ve rehearsed your accents
and can repeat the process again successfully.
Until then, go home,
put on a pair of tight pants and low v neck shirt.
Go to the nearest grocery store,
show off your cleavage to the cashier
and buy three chocolate bars,
a tub of rocky road ice cream and
a single stick of celery.
Use the stick of celery as a spoon for your rocky road ice cream
as you watch the Lion King.
Once Mufasa dies and you
Cherry SodaEmpty glasses scream, pinkCherry Soda2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You don't know what true love is.Well, you're one to talk,You don't know what true love is.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you compare love to twilight and sparkles.
Love is angry, love is cruel.
And I refuse to be some pinheaded fool.
I've been there, I've done that.
Sit and watch these scenes unfolded.
You do the motions, I'll do the dialogue.
"I love you.
I love you.
I love you."
Please--this is getting boring.
Don't roll your eyes at me.
I know exactly what I mean.
You'll be there, You'll do that.
Listen to me.
"Just a game, tug-of-war."
They give it that name
for more than one reason.
I'll flaunt my battle scars,
See--got this one in 94'.
Put your game face on honey.
If your heart isn't tough enough,
They'll eat you alive.
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
Words And LiesWords And Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words on paper, their meanings long gone
Friends and fakers, the difference is none
Promises drowned out, neglected, and rotten
With the sheer stench of lies, it seems I've forgotten
How to gain someone's trust
Or is it just them?
I could never guess with this incessant mayhem
Betrayed, paranoid, and insecure
Everyone's fighting in this nightmarish war
Will a winner emerge?
Only time will tell
But right now everything seems headed straight to hell
I guess that's why they say
"Think before you speak"
'Cause once the damage is done
Our bonds become weak
Everyone's an enemy, a target, if you will
Distrust is something that's become run-of-the-mill
Hands are being dirtied, blood is being shed
The fictions people spout dye this world in red
It's everywhere, truth and lies become one
Don't waste your time hiding, don't even try to run
In reality, words are the only thing with power
Think of all the lies you can tell in an hour
How? You probably think me insane
Lemme stop you there, 'cause yo
The devils armWhile searching through the cold changing forest, I came across a man about six feet tall. His arched back made him look half his size and made it easier to see his face when the moonlight hit him. He was starring at me with strange grey eyes like glass. They were so glossy that I could see my own reflection in them. And instead of pupils, he had what looked like a slit created by a knife. The man had hideous veins that came out of his eyelids and stretched all the way across his face. His skin was pasty and there were parts of his face and ears that looked like they were rotting, festering down until there was nothing but bone. When he smiled at me, I could see that he had filed his teeth so that they were sharp, though the effects of it had damaged his gums as well as brought an infection on his lips. His teeth were much longer than the average man, hanging out of his mouth when he shut it. The man was dressed very poorly, no shoes or socks, and tethered clothing that was far past paThe devils arm4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
gravitational collapseI remember being seven years old, sitting at our scratched kitchen table and being able to see the moon through the reflective glass of the window over the sink. And I remember being terrified, because here I was sitting in same place and already the whole world had shifted and moved and rotated and spun and tilted and hurled through space at a rate so quick I could never comprehend it. To me, this was the sort of mystery you didn't try to solve.gravitational collapse3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember being curled up against the solid frame of your body with your right hand claimed in between both of mine. Our pale skin blending together as I traced constellations on your palms. You later told me that you thought it was because I loved the stars more than anything closer to home. But I tried to explain that an ever expanding universe scared me because I couldn't figure out where exactly it was spilling into, and how it most certainly seemed to be making a whole lot of something out of nothing, so instead I started making my own s
monster.we watched horror movies together in the back room of the shittiest apartment on the west side. the more blood and cheap effects the better you liked them. i was always worried you might be getting ideas. that you might have been too focused on the red and the way it was forced out and how you could replicate in it in full HD.monster.1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
most would worry about you replicating it on someone else, like the media is forcing down my throat. god dam this world makes me mad sometimes. too busy trying to stop people hurting other people, that they don't notice those hurting themselves.i noticed you. no-one else did though.
i never understood how your heart could be so big for everyone else, but never enough for you. i have never wished for anything as hard as i did when it came to you. i wished for you to heal, for god to swap our places and give your burden to me. i swear if it meant keeping you by my side i wouldnt care if i never saw the light again or if my knees buckled every single morning under t
i ran [away] todayalone is beginning to press cold kisses down my jawline again.i ran [away] today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the empty spaces - between my fingers, my words, my thoughts -
mean more now than they did before.
they swallow me
as the earth swallows the corpses returned to it.
i am engulfed by and lost in and filled with
i am sitting on the floor of my bathroom in my underwear
hoping dad will not come home and bang on the door.
i am sitting on the floor of the bathroom.
we have had a disagreement.
not a fight, or argument,
i am afraid.
i've been writing you a poem on my phone,
but poetry is stupid and i've run out of things to say.
i can't think of anything unsaid though there are many things i've yet to say
if only i could find the words.
one more timeOnce I caught a glimpseone more time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the wild
Wonderment in your eyes
I was a goner.
Caught inside your ribcage
(white bone covered in ivy)
I helped you heart keep time
Oh, how I pled for your hand to linger
On my collarbone.
KitchenYour mother wants to knowKitchen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you've had anything for breakfast
and the way she talks splits through you
like an axe in a melon, nervous
like she's talking to a man with blood
that stains his teeth. And the kettle sings,
too loud, that ugly old whee-oh-whee
that makes you feel like a poet or a
native, nervous wreck, a girl dragging
her toes and drawling
as she snaps a cat's
neck. She asks you again, more
impatient this time because you are
the kind of person that is hard
to put up with, the kind of person
that never begins to listen, and there is
a beating heart sewn into the back of
your head where your hair meets
like a cleaved moon in the middle.
The stitches hurt and the room is
frightening and sad as you pick
yourself free with your nails,
wishing the pulse would give out.