A Best Friend's LoveYou're hurt,A Best Friend's Love7 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
take what you willhere,take what you will2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
press on my temples and watch
bronze turn to milk beneath your
wait until morning and ask me then
to walk on stones turned belly-up
by the breeze
barefoot, so that red beehives
pattern my feet.
push gilded grapes between my lips,
let your hands fold origami
over my throat to ease me
into someplace else:
hypnotism at its finest.
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 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
Vagrant HeartsAh... the reflection in your eyesVagrant Hearts8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Play across your skin
As your shivering hand reaches out...
Love fades into the sky
Another broken window
Another strip of film
But every night I still see you there
Lying in the tide
Foam rolling silently up legs bare
Are you wishing it pulls you away...?
Now you become the silken sand
Now you are the waves tenderly drowning
Under my stars, forever
Bated breaths into our fire we feed
Singeing flesh, sinking deep
Wandering through ashen night
Sweat glistened memories
Or desires that one day might...
Possessed of us, behind closed doors
I'll be under your thoughts, forever
There is a home for me
Only in your eyes
Behind your ribs
Between your thighs
Against your lips
We'll freeze the moon
And burn the sun
Cause you're the death of me
My vagrant one~
Darkness, I...Darkness, I...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
Waiting ImpatientlyI see you walking by againWaiting Impatiently4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without a thought without a glance
oh Lord give me some patience
I still have a long time to wait
wait for you to smile at me
wait for you to look at me
incredibly, amazingly, despicably, irritably
long, I have to wait
to love out loud.
I wait for miles to hear from you
I wait for days just to see you
out of the corner of my eye
looks like time forgot how to fly
and I'm still waiting an
utterly, unusually, deceivingly, improperly
long time just to speak of love.
Lord calm my breathing, thoughts, and heart
from rushing by like humming birds
I don't know how to make it to that day
when my heart can melt away
but I still have to wait
improbably, shockingly, questionably, preposterously
long, I have to wait to love out loud.
Knife poemKnife poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sharpened blade and pointed tip
If I stay my heart shall rip
Sudden tears begin to flow
I can hear you whisper "No."
Why can't I just end it all
I collapse against the wall
Bury my head in my knees
Won't somebody save me, please?
I never meant to hurt you
Now my heart is split in two
Oh, how I wish you were here
To love me and hold me dear
Sometimes I'm afraid you'll see
You're better off without me
If you decide we should part
I will keep you in my heart
Pick up the knife one last time
Scars start at my wrist and climb
Slice open my fragile skin
Seeing blood drip makes me grin
Close the DoorI couldn't get the blood out of my bathtub.Close the Door5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had poured every cleaner I could possibly find, mixing together bleach and ammonia and soaps and draino and mild acids. I scrubbed until my fingers were numb. But still, the spot was there.
The blood had pooled around the drain in the tub and dried that way. It wasn't a bright red puddle anymore, not like it had been when Nikkie's head was still there. It was a dry, crusty brown spot, dark and ugly against the light porcelain of the tub. It was like a rust on a scalpel, a cancer eating away at an otherwise healthy skin sample.
Maybe it was being trapped in that bathroom for so long, scrubbing at that same spot, inhaling the noxious mixture of chemicals until my lungs burned. Maybe it was because I could hear Nikkie's voice, her gentle sigh and sad, resigned words. Over and over again, I heard her whisper.
" Jack, why?"
But that was impossible. Nikkie was dead. I killed her last night.
Nikkie was the best thing that ever happened to me, whic
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.Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blue-Jay"I don't think I can do it anymore."Blue-Jay5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl says this. She is sitting on an old wooden bench under an even older apple blossom tree. Sunlight falls in stencils of gold across her face and arms.
"I know it's hard."
This is said by the boy. He is sitting beside her, his blue eyes glinting in the dappled light. "It's hard but you have to."
The girl stares down at her hands. "I'm sick of the apologies."
"What do you mean?"
"The others. They apologize to me. Even my teachers do it! Why are they apologizing? Do they think it will make me feel better? Does it make them feel self-riotous and noble to remind me every day?"
The boy sighs. "They mean well, Elsa. What would you say if you were them?"
"I don't know anymore! All I know is that I don't want to go back to school tomorrow. I can't."
He rests a hand on her knee. "Don't tal
DyingEach day,Dying8 years ago in Open More Like This
I lose a
By the time
InkI see words in black ink,Ink4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see letters side by side.
Each letter, each word written so clearly
Ink stains and covers my skin;
mistakes crossed out, corrections in red.
My skin; just another piece of paper.
Eyes everywhere stare and read...
my words, my thoughts, my reality.
Written and stained all over my body.
Not hidden, not invisible; like i wish they would be.
People's eyes start burning holes,
their stare so intense.
If only my skin was made of paper,
If only I burned more quickly,
go up in flames and simply disappear.
If only my skin wasn't covered in ink.
One simple sentence scratched on my arm.
One simple sentence that means everything.
Just sit there and think of who I am, who I was and who i want to become.
Just sit there and write those letters of red.
"love the life you live before life becomes dead"
My final thought scratched on my skin.
Too many words for my life to handle,
My scarlet ink spilled and stained
The words on my arm drip to the floor
a pool o
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 11Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 114 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 11 - Scorpius
Hello, dear. I've missed you, since your father's always working, especially now, with all the activity that the Department of Mysteries seems to be getting. I do think you should come home for the holidays. We don't have a trip planned or anything, but your father and I have been wanting to see you. For some reason, it feels like ages since I've seen you, and more for your father. I don't know why, but there's just something about this year that makes me miss you more.
Also, your father was able to pull some strings, and he would love for you to be there when we host dinner with some very prestigious representatives from the Department of Mysteries. You still haven't discussed with us on what you want to do for a career, so the Ministry seems like a brilliant place to start.
I crumpled up the letter from my mother, throwing it across the room. The Department of Mysteries was full of pretentious gits who would implode
The GoddessWhen she walks her hips sway like a hypnotist's watchThe Goddess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the men stare and follow her lure wherever she goes
When she turns to them her perky breasts call out
Instincts take over, friends become foes before her
The men tustle to get their chance with the goddess
Standing before her gaze they see wanton eyes
Her lush lips say hello and ask their names
The men tell her all about themselves
There is little truth to the stories they tell
They must stand out above their rivals
They must taste her sex appeal
They must continue talking
They ask her nothing of herself
They feel they've seen all she has to offer
They'll never really know what's held within her body
That the heart behind her bosom is filled with love and poetry
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
You don't know what true love is.Well, you're one to talk,You don't know what true love is.4 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.
wistful visionsset in my wayswistful visions1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'd set sights on you,
over all those scenes
and streets that
if i could, i'd seize
your hero(n) heart
but you migrate
at a glance by night,
and i cannot
spent and oh-so careful
i'd set you down in a
subtle tease of a mo(ve)ment
but let's face it,
i've never been one
if i could, i'd free
your hero(in) heart
but pulling the needle
from a haystack afire
will always make you
burn, and i keep
settle down sometime
in a suburbia glory,
i'd feed sparrows and
drift down landscaped
seas of stories
just like ours.
if i could, i'd be
your heroine heart,
but loving a spectre
will always leave you
Summer Dayswe used to walk that pathSummer Days4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trotting on torn-up dirt clods
and foxtail weeds
tripping and falling
our feet catching on tire tracks
and disturbing dandelion seeds
that burrowed in your hair like
fairy dust and glass beads
the scent of old hay
twisted high in the air
heat curling languidly
wrapping around our sun-stroked bodies
but you smelled like carrots and leather
like windblown summer air
sweet and homey entirely unique
the bridge of my nose
found a quiet place nestled along
that cervical curve of flesh
smooth as swan feathers
"Hello" I'd whisper
lips retracting against teeth
because I couldn't help but smile