Christmas PoemChristmas really is a time of miracles.Christmas Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Christmas is a time of joy.
A time for kids to play with toys.
And sing along to those Christmas songs;
as they dance around in a joyous circle.
Christmas is a time of fun.
A time to spend with a loved one.
A time to spend with that special someone;
and sit around a fire.
Christmas is a time of forgiveness.
A time where everyone can be full of joy.
A time where even those filled with hate can rejoice;
and hope for a better year.
All AloneSitting here alone, down in the park.All Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing you would conceal the dark.
The trees blow, whispering little secrets.
About things I'll never know.
And the moon shines oh so brightly.
I wish I could hug it tightly.
And never let go.
Unlike how you did.
That cold winter night.
As you left me in the light.
Left me to survive on my own.
__The Path__I am running; forever running.__The Path__3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no path.
There are no surroundings.
There is only blackness.
And I am running through it.
But then, a light flashes far ahead of me.
It is bright and warm and welcoming.
Its sweet song calls to me.
I am running towards this light.
But now the ground shakes beneath me.
My vision blurs, and for a moment I stumble.
There is now a path.
It is thin and rocky and weak.
On either side is empty blackness.
I am running along this path.
There is a loud bang that resonates through the air.
From either side of the path I'm running on, sound bursts forth
It is loud and deafening and distracting.
I cover my ears
I am still running.
And now images appear.
They are dancing obnoxiously around me.
They want my attention.
They are distracting me.
They are leading me off of the path.
I close my eyes
I am hanging by my arm from the path.
Blackness swirls below, eagerly reaching out to me.
I am in pain.
The path is exhausting.
Porcelain HeartPorcelain Heart3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
One more time
Pick yourself up
Why even cry
Broken pieces in your hands
Wonder how you'll make it whole
You know You pray
This can't be the way
You cry You say
Some thing's gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart of mine
Someone said "A broken heart
Would sting at first then make you stronger"
You wonder why this pain remains
Were hearts made whole just to break
Creator only you take brokenness
And create it into beauty once again
You know You pray
This can't be the way
You cry You say
Some thing's gotta change
You know You pray
This can't be the way
You cry You say
Some thing's gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart
Please mend this porcelain heart
Of mine of mine Creator mend this heart
I thought I would use these lyrics...they're really speaking to me right now. I might actually record my music tonight onto Youtube tonight...so that will be fun, I guess...
"I don't know why everyone hates me...but I'm starting to see why
HeroShe didn't want to do it. She really didn't. But she felt like she had no choice. Everyone kept making fun of her and harassing her. She felt like there was no other way. She knew if she did it she would be in peace. No one would harm her anymore. And that was all she needed .Hero3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She took those pills, got a glass of water, and that was that. She then grabbed that knife and carved her name into her arm. Her blood dropped to the floor slowly. Creating a dark red puddle of misery and pain.
'They did this to me'. Is what she thought as she sliced into her own flesh. She wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for them.
Slut. Whore. Hoe. Easy.... She was called those on a daily basis, plus many others, by them. They also bullied/abused her to no end; pushing her then kicking her, hitting her, ramming her into walls, scratching her, ect.
And so she decided to end her misery.
End her pain.
It's not like anyone would miss her, right?
Everyone hated her, right?
No one care
What My Family Means to MeMy family,What My Family Means to Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They aren't just people who I call family.
They are heroes.
Because without them
I wouldn't be who I am.
My family has saved me.
Saved me from every cruel punishment of this world.
Saved me from turning into a monster.
They are everything to me.
They are my life, who I want to be.
And I own my life to them,
for everything they have done for me.
They've helped me mend mistakes,
they catch me when I fall,
they piece me back together like a broken doll,
and they make me whole again.
I couldn't do anything without them.
And I wouldn't want to.
And so, when it all comes down to it
My family is the most important thing to me.
And they mean more to me than my life.
"Goodbye, My Guardian Angel"Poem 1:"Goodbye, My Guardian Angel"3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't bear to see you this way, all weak and alone
It breaks my heart every time I see your dying face
I know I can't and shouldn't cry but it's so hard
Soon I'll be here without you and I I don't want that time to come.
So here I'll say, my final goodbye
To a soul that left this life far too soon
I know you were in pain but even yet,
I was selfish and wanted you to stay.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not seeing you more, talking to you more
And I regret it all. If only I had had more time with you, maybe then I wouldn't be
crying over your peace and happiness.
I know you're in a better place but still .I want to see your face,
Just one more time will do. So I can say, I love you.
I see you lying there, on the hospital bed
I see your face light up when we walk in the room
I smile, holding back the tears I wanna cry
I don't know how long I've got left to see you but I know
We've got to make the b
The Stranger Chapter 3The words she uttered caught in my throat and I looked at her with total disbelief. How could she exist if there were no others like her? "So ," I began slowly, not even sure how to pick out my words. "There isn't a single other person like you?"The Stranger Chapter 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's what I said, didn't I? That's what it means when I say that there are no others like me. Don't tell me that I'm not being clear with you."
My face reddened, "I'm sorry. I just can't believe that you don't have anyone else like yourself around. What do you do all day? Who do you talk to?"
"I don't think that that is any of your business."
"Oh?" I blurted out and stared at her again. "I suppose that it's not. It's just a little sad, I guess."
"Why would it be sad to you? I'm sure you have plenty of friends."
"That's not what I mean I mean ," I didn't really know what I meant and I felt horrible that I wa
The Stranger Chapter 2"So ," I began slowly and waited her to turn around and face me.The Stranger Chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So what?" she asked quietly but kept her eyes on the water.
"Do you have a name?"
"Why? Do you? Why do you want to know? It doesn't work like a fairies name, but I am sure you know that."
"Well my name is Damir. And what the heck are you talking about?"
She sighed then, her tiny shoulders rising and falling with obvious irritation, "I mean you won't be able to control me or anything once you have my name. It doesn't work like that."
I felt my face grow hot, "I don't want to control you! I just wanted to know your name. You know, when you meet someone new you always ask their name. And now that you know mine, I was hoping that I could know yours."
"How would I know what that's like?" she muttered quietly, but before I could ask her what she meant she finished off with, "It's Talli."
"Talli?" I said in a voice barely abov
The Stranger Chapter 1"Are you kidding me?" I muttered and looked towards the lake. "I'm not going to take a bath in that lake. It looks filthy."The Stranger Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My cousin clapped me on the back which sent my body rocking forward.
"Oh come on, two weeks out in the wilderness will do you good."
"Yes, because nothing helps me celebrating going to college than spending the summer in the boons with you."
"Oh come on," he jeered with a large smile. "Some other people are coming up in a week. I'm gonna make a run to town and pick up some supplies. Can I get you anything?"
"Cell phone service?" I begged and kept looking out towards the lake. "Perhaps some soap and toilet paper?"
"Oh don't be such a city boy Damir! It's really not that big of a deal! You brought your eReader didn't you?"
"Regardless, I'll be gone for a few hours. Why don't you take a look around the lake? You see that island out there
SnowSnow..Snow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So fluffy and cold.
It brings us back to those old
Back when we ran around and made snow angels.
And sat by the fire drinking warm coco.
So white and pure.
Like the hearts of new born infants.
That have just entered into this world.
With eyes wide open,
ready to take on whatever awaits them.
So caring and forgiving.
It is almost as if Heaven,
is gifting us with this pleasure.
Almost like all our worries just .disappear
Looks just as pure as an angel's wing.
Feels just as light as a feather.
Tastes just like cold water.
Smells just like a winter morning, just like fresh rain.
Honk honk honkTell me who to listen to.Honk honk honk3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The smiles or the frowns?
Tell me who will be there for me.
Through the ups and downs.
I know you will say that I don't need them.
That the voices aren't what I need.
That I got you and everyone else.
And ignore my silent plee.
You don't understand.
I have to choose whether I want to or not.
For if I don't decide.
The voices will not stop.
As I quitely cry for my best friends' help.
I turn around and see.
That all along there was no one really there.
To help when I'm in need.
You said we were friends.
What lies did spew from your minds.
For when the smiles are faded and gone.
Guess what you'll find?
Betrayal and sorrow, anguish.
Sadness and desperation.
Realization and killer instinct.
Blood-lust and domination.
Where are you now best friends?
Hiding from me still?
What little weakling you are.
You'll be quite fun to kill.
Your head will be mine.
Just wait you lier of a friend.
Soon, just like everyone else.
Your life will meet it's end.
It's upsetting to me r
Crossing Paths Ch.1Crossing Paths Chapter 1: The MeetingCrossing Paths Ch.17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sniff sniff. Ew gross!
You should know youre never off to a good start in the morning when you wake up with your brothers best friends foot hanging two inches away from your face. But hey, I guess thats just normal when youre sleeping on Zees tour bus.
I groaned and grabbed Spencers foot, pulling downward forcefully. Seconds later, he was plummeting to the ground, followed by a rather loud thud and a moan.
Mandy! He cried, glaring at me, his eyes glazed over with sleep. Uh-oh he never uses my actual name. I guess this is a warning for you all later on never, ever, ever mess with Spencer Paimer the drummer when hes trying to sleep. It will most likely be hazardous to your health.
I shrugged innocently. I didnt do nothin!
Quiet down you two! My brother called to us from the small kitchen of our bus
Crossing Paths Ch.2Chapter 2 Unearthing the TruthCrossing Paths Ch.27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Youre late, Mom said bitterly as I had walked in through the back door. So much for my slipping in stealthily. I entered the kitchen to find everyone had already sat down for dinner.
Sorry, I began as I sat down. I had a bit of uh, mall trouble. And Ill be having some school trouble on Monday, too. I bet theyll hang me from the flagpole by my underwear, chanting, Fairy King! Fairy King!
Did you get your book? I nodded. Thank God I still had it.
We dove into our normal dinner conversations of what happened at school, what happened at work, and which kid put a bug up his nose at Makaylas school this time. Just as I was forgetting about the mall trip, Makayla suddenly asked the question that was bugging her mind for a while. So what kind of mall trouble? I knew it would come back sooner of later.
I shrugged and probed my mashed potato
TrappedSlowly I drift offTrapped3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a deep slumber.
I can't say how long it lasted
but it was for quite some time.
I dreamt of nothing.
Just saw darkness.
A room, a space, covered in nothing.
And I couldn't escape it.
It lured me in
and I could not leave.
No matter how hard I tried.
I am now trapped within this dark abyss.
Forever enclosed in black.
Never to see the light of day again.
Graveyard Of Your ShoulderPleasures use to be felt with an empty home,Graveyard Of Your Shoulder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then entered a positive voice, a reminder that I'm not alone,
A stranger at first, the possible crime,
Then the support aging with time,
You became the worker, rules of the system,
You became the ears that would willingly listen,
You became the foundation of law,
You became the eyes that saw through to my core,
Memories lived, we reminisce in that flood,
The sight of a knife, the sight of my blood,
The characteristic of depression,
Become medicine questioning the start of an infection,
I cry tears that fail to hit the ground,
A grave on your shoulder, my tears are bound,
My tears collide with your clothing, we lay to rest,
You are my conclusion, never to test,
I communicate with you no way another can,
You create a distraction of if and man,
My friend you remain when my parents go out,
You are the face that remains when I shout,
The noise hidden within the silence,
The only awareness of self harm, perceptions violence,
The tree that stands f
Crossing Paths Ch. 4Chapter 4 IntroductionsCrossing Paths Ch. 46 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The two of us stood in silence as we had our own personal stare down. It was as though we were too shocked to speak. Thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to think of what to say. Its hard to speak in the presence of a pop star, even if you had accidentally met her earlier. She had told me that she hoped we could see each other again some day, but maybe she wasnt expecting to see me so soon.
Well, whatever the reason for her part of the silence, she quickly broke it as she lunged in my direction, wrapping her arms around me!
GREGGIE! She squealed, bouncing up and down. Oh my goodness!
My face burned with embarrassment. The rest of her group, who stood against the printed backdrop, as well as the crowd behind us, stared with puzzled and amused faces. Thankfully, she suddenly stopped bouncing and examined me from head to foot, her hands firmly grasping my shoulders. Wait a minute I thought yo
In The Reflection Of My KnifeThere is a meaning behind the change of a season,In The Reflection Of My Knife3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I live within two words; excuse and reason,
A father that I hated calling dad,
To him his actions were good, to use they were bad,
A mother that choose alchol and a drug,
To her useful, to me; an empty hug,
Siblings that I couldn't be around,
Together we are a song with a sound,
Friends that i forced to remain at school,
To enter my house, they would brake my illusion, my rule,
Councillors that asked question to learn,
They watched time pass, money to soon burn,
Co-workers stood by me during the day,
At night, I didn't hear me fears they did say,
Strangers walked past with a stare,
They saw an image they didn't like, who am I to say that's unfare?
Lovers held my hand with a smile,
Following the brake up I saw their denial,
For each angry fist heading towards me,
For every word of disaproval I still see,
For every shadow that walked away,
For every word those shadows refused to say,
For every tear that was placed on me,
Left an image tha
Feeling The Pain Of DistanceHow can you expect me to live without hope?Feeling The Pain Of Distance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To take a breath with a memory to which I can't cope,
Home alone, I take care of my daughter, she is less than a year old,
Unaware of the smile I can't have, she has the innocence I was forced to fold,
A knock on my front door, I begin to shake,
My assumptions are correct, a man that will brake,
HE enters with anger; I see what he did a year before,
When he forced his way in front of me, changing, forever my core,
He pushes me against a wall, my daughter watches me,
I thank the god I gave up on; she doesn't understand what she can see,
He serves his needs, self anger and blame, the planted seed,
I don't make a noise as I start to bleed,
Tears are born, this acts as a motivator to this man,
He takes me back to the pain, from which the last year I had run,
He leaves destroying the image of being a daughter, a mother and a wife,
Sadly I know not enough pain comes from a knife,
I enter a chat line, familiar, Adam is in this chat room,
I begin to
Lost Within ViewBeneath labels and connected behaviours, I lay covered,Lost Within View3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The death of my mother, now by the grim reaper I am mothered,
Life is time; I'm just beyond a measurement,
I am a bias enemy, indirect resentment,
I am the hidden item in the lost tomb,
I am the invisible sight, lost within my bedroom,
I want acknowledgment, but don't ask for,
For the voice I seek may attack my core,
The needle at the bottom of the haystack,
The outline of an image hidden within in the black,
The cause of disagreements, the eventual fight,
The outline of an image hidden within in the white,
Can you see the other side of the wall?
The distant face, a reason for a stall,
Can you hear the sound within silence?
The distant ear, provoking indirect silence,
Can you smell a sent beyond you?
The distant nose, searching for a que,
Beneath labels and connected behaviours, I lay covered,
The person within sight waiting to be discovered.
Crossing Paths Ch. 3Chapter 3 Grasping What Happened; And Seeing You AgainCrossing Paths Ch. 36 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even after my predicament, Spencer and Max were still joking around about it. I left the room as soon as he and my brother were in danger of peeing themselves- because seriously, who wants to see that? ...okay, I could name a few people, but thats not the point. I had too many things on my mind. Or more likely, I had one person on my mind.
Placing my favorite bucket hat on my head, I jogged down the stairs to the first floor of the building and stepped outside, keeping the room key snug in my front pocket. I looked both ways to make sure that no fans had positioned themselves outside the hotel - and to make sure no cars were coming, since mothers make it obvious that you absolutely have to do it - before I snuck out to the tour bus. I could hear the low strums of a bass coming from inside. Yep, Collin was in there all right. And he had gotten into the equipment cart, too. I turned the handle, pulled the doo