UnattainableThose who are lucky enough to have friends are lucky indeed. For not everyone is so lucky.
It must be nice to have someone's shoulder to cry on. Someone you can bitch to; someone who'll hold you when you're hurt. Not everyone has someone like that.
Some of us just have friends, only a few, whom we call best friends, but they don't say such things in return do they? No, because we aren't their best friend, we're just a friend. Or worse that weird person they hang out with.
You see they have someone else that they uncover their heart and soul too. Someone they've known since they were children; or someone they met several years ago and becam
StormfireWhen the rain poursStormfire1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the storm rages
and the animals run for cover
I sit up in bed
And listen to pandemonium.
My heart wells and pounds;
An emotion stirs inside me:
A strange mixture of fire,
Of fierce exhilaration, of deadly calm.
And I feel
That all is right with the world
And I am right where I'm meant to be
And I have never felt more alive.
How long has it beenHow long has it been? :How long has it been3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We walk these empty streets
Filled with laughter
As the road stretches out so far
In the slowly descending drizzle
The echoes of our laughter
Echo through time and age
As she slips and falls
Whilst we are walking arm in arm
I am reminded of the solitude I longed for
I pick her up and treat her ankle
carry her home, home sweet home
The road we had taken just seemed
I put her down on the bed
Place a kiss on her cheek
The day seemed so far, the night
Do Your BestSometimes, someone gets in your face and tells you to do your best. You don't think you can do it. You have no best. You have a worst and an okay. But you can try. If you need to crawl on your hands and knees to reach your goal through fire and flame, by all means, do it. You'll get scabbed knees and burnt palms, but isn't that the dream of every masochist? Be a masochist, be a hero. Do your best. Drag yourself through acid nails with your teeth clenched and your eyes wide open. Do your best. Don't be a wimp. Don't run away as soon as you see that mountain that has been placed there with the sole purpose of being an obstacle on your trip to hDo Your Best1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
May the lion lay down beside the lamb.Like the lamb hiding from the lion, I speak carefully not to disturb you. Tip toe around the gates of your feelings, I want you to understand the nature of my words. Like the lion to the lamb, you're so quick to lash out. Much too concerned with your own perseverance and needs to consider mine. This love took me through the clouds of depression and left me sitting among the stars, reveling in the view of the beauty you brought into my life. How is it that the thread I was hanging by so tightly could have snapped so suddenly? No sign of fibers splitting, no sign of our love receding. A lamb as frail as I couldn't dream of rebuilding a bond soMay the lion lay down beside the lamb.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The Thief and the MurdererThe thief and the murderer entered the mansionThe Thief and the Murderer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to claim possessions treasured.
The thief set to claim gems; pearls sheen and rubies fair,
and diamonds glist'ning of moon.
The murderer guarded a brutal intention,
for thefts of life and spirit.
The silent thief heard the killer's violent heart,
and fearfully made to flee,
but weakness of will betrayed his surety of flight,
and a nose for blood smelled fear.
Cornered, the thief tried to spuriously escape;
for death loomed on the air.
In the darkened threshold, they struggled to the last,
but the killer made a faux.
The thief twice shot him straight, silence taking his place;
Love, oh love.Bright lights. That is all I see.Love, oh love.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They come and go, and I feel I can breathe calmly again when they vanish for that quick instant. It's as if the weight of the world and moon together were taken off my shoulders by strong, caring hands when they dim. I've learned to yearn for those hands, for their fingers caress my lonely face. Their fingertips stroke my worried head, consoling the everlasting misery that lies within.
"I don't deserve the condolence," I say. The response I receive in return is still, for it is not meant to be heard, yet it is stronger than any word might ev
The Epic SceneThe epic scene: I, a super hero, stanced in front of my arch-enemy, a super villain whose only intention is to make me suffer.The Epic Scene2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I, a lone hero in his white suit stained with blood of battles and triumphs over evil am staring a black dilemma in the face with every solution hidden from me.
He stares at me, his arms stretched out, like he's going to catch me if I should fall forward. His eyes are red, and glowing, and are trying to penetrate my concentration. We stand still, waiting for someone to move.
Our eyes don't budge from each other.
My true love shivers behind me, frightened,
To be beautiful is to be limitless.The thing about beauty is that it is limitless. There is no boundary to what can or cannot be beautiful. The essence of beauty to me is a representation of something that is real and honest and tangible. Whether that's a painting of rain, a photograph of a scar or an artist who would portray their identity nakedly, that truth is intrinsic in beauty. But it's a different kind of truth than an absolute truth because it's filtered through the perception of what the artist wants it to be. So to become beautiful you create your art, and you create yourself. Somewhere those two things start to converge and you, like your art, become limitless.To be beautiful is to be limitless.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
One LoveI'm not enough.One Love2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm not super-human, not a hero either. I'm just me. Me. And what I am might not be what you need.
But I'll try.
I can promise you as much. I can try to be what you need and I can do it for the rest of my life. If I could just nearly be what you need, what he was, it'll be enough. It has to be enough because I'm not the perfect piece, I'm misshaped and confused and so madly in love with you.
Yet I'm not him.
I'll never be.
You loved him. And part of you, the one he took, always will. I can only hope the small part left can learn not to long after the one missing. I can only hope it'll learn to move on and some
Baby, If You're Still AwakeBaby, If You're Still Awake2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sorry, but the person you are calling is unavailable. Please leave your message after the tone.
Hey you, it's me...Rae.
I..I don't know where to start, but I guess that doesn't really matter right now, especially after what happened. After what I did to you, I wouldn't be surprised if you, you never want to speak to me or see me ever again, for what I did was, it was...
And I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry.
I don't know how to be what you think I am, I don't know how... to love.
It's funny, you know, because I can write poems - poems about tragedies, seasons, and anything, anything at all,
Virus 44Scanning...Virus 442 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is my last log for you, so listen carefully. My heart is heavy. I killed them. Every one of them. The father. The mother. The daughter. The son. I killed them slowly and smiled while doing it. I can hear their screaming. I can see their faces.
... ... ...
Initializing memory logs.
Scanning. Scan complete.
1.5 billion neurons found.
Designating hippocampus storage.
Loading Abu inheritance template.
Virus 44: Day 1
March 18, 2035
They will not let peop
41. TeamworkWe will need more than comprehension41. Teamwork1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To help our spirits reach ascension.
We will need to seriously help each other fly
While holding strong against the test of time.
Teamwork shall be the key to success
But we humans defy it nonetheless.
WordsThese witless words I write today,Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't seem real to me anymore.
Masterful meanings that might be true,
But even so I honestly have no clue,
Knowing I can't believe as I did before.
These wild whispers I say tonight,
Are all but fake to you: I see.
Tragic themes that will never transpire,
Yet wisdom is what I truly desire,
Though ignorance may come after.
What Is 'Real'?What would the Earth beWhat Is 'Real'?1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Would life be fair,
or filled with despair?
And if labels were deleted,
how would we be treated?
Peace, kindness, and love
or none of the above?
Is it possible
to be acceptable?
Or would we break
and realize we're so fake?
Is this to muck to take?
Is it worth what's at stake
just to make
a big mistake?
And will your head ache
when you awake
from this nightmare, it's hard to shake.
Is life real?
What do I feel?
Or is this a dream?
Will anyone hear me scream?
ode to an insecurityDear body,ode to an insecurity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hate you more than anything.
the way you look,
the way you make me suffer,
the way you entrap me.
i hate that im stuck in you
with all your flaws
inside and out.
with your sickly white look
and the unwanted extra muscle.
i hate that your so long
and how you make me feel so big.
i constantly suffer
from your broken parts,
and faulty wiring.
the pain you inflict on me
is almost too much.
i hate that you have bits
that look like his.
so i can never really
get away from him.
and i hate that.
so i hate you.
i thought onceduring the ride homei thought once1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we spoke about religion
more scolding than speaking,
but that's alright.
you said your mom can
sense her mom but that
you can't sense anything
unless you're dreaming
and dreams are misleading,
and when you sense you dream
of people you love getting hurt
and the second those words left
i had to glue mine shut.
"have you dreamt of me, mom?"
"have you sensed that
i was hurt?"
"or is it only physical?
because i can make it so."
god i guess was,
at one point.
he it she they whatever
was a beacon
and i used to go to church to
stare at the stained glass behind
Am I Real?Do I still exist?Am I Real?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or is this another game?
Lies spin aroud my head
like bees from a hive.
By old faces and names.
But the past is dead,
And the truth did not survive.
The Missing PageI'm not a book you can go back to,The Missing Page1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Something you can put down,
I'm not a river you can run twice through,
I'm already riding the current out of town
You left me in the middle of the wood,
With nothing but a compass to guide me,
If true love showed; yours never could,
It committed suicide by running into a tree
I hope you learn the art of pain,
So that maybe you can feel,
I hope you crumble in an acid rain,
So another's love is something you can never steal
My tears turn to the blood of rage,
I'm carrying it in my transparent heart,
This chapter's ended; turn the page,
All that remains is a life torn apart
Shine on my wayFeel free to believeShine on my way1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because what you see is real
Feel free to just live
This moment of your will
A piece of pure light between
Your eyes and mine, and that's a sin
Just sit there and enjoy the ride
And follow me into the light!
Just as I've stated before
I like to live, I love it more
I love to be sun-shone upon
Approach me, just come closer, come!
Songs of disgrace, cowards shall flee
"This moment we're at,
It'll never come back!"
Now shine on my way as I kiss thee
Smile at me now
Kissing in row
I love you, my heart
My sweetheart, my ray
Ray of Sun lost among droplets
Of rainy clouds of colder times
Your aura enl
Lost in AgonyI can't take it anymoreLost in Agony1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pain is all too real
I know hate's a strong word
But it's what I feel
I can't take it anymore
I'm lost in agony
Suffering from a depression
That no one seems to see
I can't take it anymore
I'll no longer be complient
I won't just stand by
And continue to remain silent
I can't take it anymore
Put the gun up to my head
Pull back the trigger
So that I may be dead
I can't take it anymore
Why shouldn't I
Free my soul from body
And live my days left in the sky
I can't take it anymore
I'd be free of all your scourn
You wouldn't hve to be sad
There'd be no reason to mourn
I can't take it anymore
Why did you come back?Why'd you disappear just to come back after all these years?Why did you come back?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It makes me scream just to know that it was all a lie, when you were meant to die and I let you die in my eyes.
This time I'll take my own path to push away every moment of every dream to be alive to see you die, if only I could have been something more I'd let you go.
Memories that I held onto wash away in this bottle I cling to because beauty is in my eye and I need to pick it out. I thought you died, I let you go, never had a doubt, time went by and here I cry, and I find you here....
Get away from me I'll make you scream. Tell me not what's a lie, but a truth. Burn these e
WRITING WRITINGWRITING1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Way to be free
Ready to let your mind free
In your own world
Taken away from reality
Into what your ideas are
Never letting the story end
Getting into your creation
WhatYou insignificant fool,What1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought someone like you would have the tools.
The tools to see the truth of the sorrow and suffering.
But your going in folded bind. Even to me this is out of mind.
Say you'll be fine? Ha! If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be alive.
Your "real"? Harsh truths?
All I can say is,
What's wrong with you?
Your A fool, Nobody will care if you go!
I'm not here to hear how you know it all.
because you going to do is fall.
And I will not lie, I won't care if you die.
I will not even cry. Maybe I'll cheer.
Use your words, Because The mess you know
It may be queer, but this is how I see.
I'm sick of hearing your
To Show YouI would if I could,To Show You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bottle this up in a jar,
to show you.
In my head, I see
my anger snapping at your fingers,
as you try to comfort me.
You wanted to calm me.
But now you you bleed too.
In my head I see
my misery poison you,
as you try to understand me.
You wanted to understand,
but I drag you down with me
and now you bleed too.
In my head I see
my emptiness consume you
as you try to fill the gap.
You wanted to bring me back,
but I am not worth it.
Now you bleed too.
But still, if I could I would
bottle this up in a jar
to show you,
because I can't refuse your pleading eyes.