Don't.Don't do anything.Don't.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anything at all.
Don't try to fall.
Don't think it's all over.
Don't try to leave this place.
For all eternity.
We can laugh.
We can think of this as a hoax.
Make it unreal.
Learn how not to feel.
Be happy with ourselves.
Feel joy once more.
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
Why Don't You Love Me?Why don't you love me?Why Don't You Love Me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you did but you don't.
I'm your own son your own flesh and blood,
and yet you hate me.
I came into this world through you,
but I can't live.
Why don't you love me?
As elders you're supposed to teach me.
Why didn't you?!?
Instead you treated me like a child.
NO! you would treat a child better, an animal.
NO! worse you treated me like a stray thought.
As a thought you treated me.
Don't you love me?
Instead of teaching me you protected me.
The world I now can't live in because of you?
My life is worthless now I can't survive I don't know how.
Don't you love me?
No you can't you didn't do your job.
Your job is to teach me to survive in this world.
You protected me like a stray thought,
you put me in a perfect world that didn't exist.
But what happens when I firgure out too late that it's a lie?
You say you love me but you don't,
so just don't.
You love me?
How can you?
You lied to me about the world.
You said life coul
Pandemonium's The WordPandemonium's The Word5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world is falling apart today,
somebody's dropped the bomb.
Fire is raining from the sky,
and the Devil's knocking at our front door.
Armies parade the streets today,
People drop like flies.
Gunshots are heard outside the house
and a light fills the sky above the city.
The aftermath has devastated,
Not a soul was left alive.
The culprit gives a toothy smile,
And puts his big red button back in his pocket.
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
I Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any LongerI Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any Longer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the people look at me
They look at me like I am only a stone
I always alone
Despite the rain and the storm approached
I'm hoping to be accompanied
But everything goes out like fire
If the fire is my friend
That warmth is my power
But when the wind blows
The heat burn all my hope
A good friend is something so valuable
Can not be bought or sold
But I also need to realize
That he also has his own problems
It's the time to stop expecting the humans
Because every human has his own problems
It's not a wise thing to expect humans
Because in the end they always let me down
+Helpless+__written story+Helpless+__written story3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Hiding in my closet
With my doll in my arms
I close my eyes and
Cover my ears, and
Pretend that nothings happened
Usually daddy just hits
Mommy once or twice,
But I keep hearing her
Screaming and she begs
Him to stop, I
Hear him say that he
Hates her and he
Wants her to pay
I whisper a prayer for mommy
Because I don't know
What to do, suddenly
I start to cry and
Hope God helps her soon
I hear mommy give a scream so loud
Then it's silent....quiet as a mouse
I slowly come out of my closet
And start looking around the house
There I see mommy
On the kitchen floor,
Lying face down with
Blood all around her
I cry so hard while
holding my doll tight
My daddy is standing
Over her and in his hand
The bloody knife...
He looks at mommy
Then back at me
He looks crazy and
He says ever so softly
"You're a witness."
And I know what's coming
My daddy starts walking
Towards me, with murder
In his dark eyes...
This is the story on
How me and my mommy died...
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Not mineHe's perfectNot mine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's a good hugger
He's a listener
He's her boyfriend
She's one of my best friends
He may be perfect
He's not mine
Bipolar feelingsI can't believe I'm (I fucking) truly happy (hate this) once in a while.Bipolar feelings8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish it would (it will never) last (be true)
I love (I can't stand) life (myself)
Some day I'll (I'm always) trust I'll (on the edge) be okay
There are (I don't) people who (believe) love me (them)
I believe (where) God is there (is) for me (he)
I am (I can't) so strong (breathe)
I feel (I hate) content (everybody) sometimes
Some times (please) I do feel like (free) I can make it (me)
There are (I) ways (hurt) to help (inside)
I was (I don't) made (understand) for a reason
I will (I want) feel (to) better (be free)
I have (I want) to have (to die) faith
Some how I will (this is) learn to (who) love (I am) myself
There (I'm) is (almost) still (gone) time
What I knowSometimes I'm a songwriter,What I know4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Haven't you heard?
But how does it feel to write a masterpiece
And forget every single word?
And you break a string, and you drop a pick,
And your fingers bleed, and it's running thick.
And I don't know what I know,
Or why I play guitar,
I'll never make your heart glow,
And I'll never go far.
I don't know what I know,
But I still play guitar...
Sometimes I'm a musician,
Don't you feel the same?
But how does it feel when you trip on stage,
And all your songs are lame?
And you drop the beat and lose your place,
And you can see it on everyone's face,
Sometimes I'm a performer,
So you're not alone.
But how does it feel when the power's out,
And everyone goes home?
Now you're out of the job and out of cash,
And you know your food isn't gonna last
Sometimes I'm an optimist,
Isn't that a surprise?
And how does it feel when you walk on stage,
And see then dancing before your eyes?
And the people are great, and the pay is high,
In this life...Two bartenders were talking about some issues in life, and one seemed much more relaxed than the other. When he asked how he rested so easy with all of life's worries, the bartender replied:In this life...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"In this life, you've only got two things to worry about: are you healthy, or are you sick? If you're healthy, you've got nothing to worry about. If you're sick, you've only got two things to worry about: are you going to live, or are you going to die? If you're gonna live, you've got nothing to worry about. If you're gonna die, you've only got two things to worry about: are you going to go to heaven or are you going to go to hell? If you go to heaven, you've got nothing to worry about. If you go to hell..."
"You've got two things to worry about?" groaned the other bartender.
"NO! If you go to hell, you'll be too busy shaking hands with all your goddamn friends to worry about anything! So let's drink and not worry!"
The ClashThe Clash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take that feeling of hopelessness
And wipe it from your face
That frown will get you nowhere,
And yet nowhere you will go.
Listen to the snow that breathes
On this glacial mountaintop.
The summit watches you, and it
Laughs at your marked cowardice.
It is telling you to turn away,
For the God that rests atop this crest
Holds a crown of blizzards,
The blood of dragons on his collar.
Slicing open the girths of faeries
That bleed harsh cold and despair.
A boya saplinga man like you
Could never brave the victorious screams.
You trudge onwards, yet,
Like the fool that you are.
Can you hear that sound, above
This blistering hurricane of ice?
It is him, and he is roaring,
Cackling at your vain cries and struggles.
He taunts you with his voice, daring you
To reach the top and touch him.
The exit is a solace to the scorching,
But you are not alone.
Upon this mountaintop, you have
Not even one,
He is in the distance, and yet
HatchetsSir, have you a hatchet?Hatchets2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We're chopping off a head.
My poor, dear aunt is crazy
And I'd love to see her dead.
She's lost it, it's the truth.
She's gone beyond all hope.
'Cause therapy's too pricey
And I haven't any rope.
We'll catch her in the kitchen
Baking cherry pies.
But Auntie hasn't got a clue
As to her great big surprise.
We've done it.
(In only thirty blows!)
Now we run and don't look back.
They'd kill us both, you know.
Recent HistoryNot too long ago,Recent History5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I said I would die for your sake.
A little bit longer,
I had said that I would never become so caught up in loving someone that I would lose my head.
Not too long ago,
I lost my head.
Not too long ago,
I wished that I could die.
Not too long ago,
I silently admired everything about you from afar.
Not too long ago,
I set myself down the wrong path,
or was it?
Not too long ago,
I learned something I wished I hadn't.
Not too long ago,
The sky came falling upon me.
Not too long ago,
I wished that this was all a dream
It's not a dream,
I'm going where I'm going,
And I'll have to deal.
Not too long ago,
I told you that I loved you.
Has that changed?
Far away from me,
Where we may never see each other again.
Meet another man,
Someone who is right for you.
All that matters to me is that you get what you deserve.
If you're treated badly,
Talk to me,
I will listen.
I will be your friend,
And I will lend a hand.
It makes no difference to me now,
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body