DoubtI know that sinking feeling,
as I've been here all before.
I've sat in every empty room,
I've walked this cold, hard floor.
What is it I've forgotten?
I had it moments ago, but where?
I see something in a cracked mirror,
I turn, but nothing's there.
I am drowning in the grey fog,
I find this quite distressing.
I cannot see through confusion's shroud,
that is made from second guessing.
Down this spiral staircase I fall,
there is a black hole at the end.
I'm trapped inside it, my mind in ruins,
I cannot see what I could mend.
At first I was so self assured,
then something snapped and the light went out.
I cannot see anything any more,
my ship is sinking in a sea of doubt.
WHAT IS WAS NOTPeople are people,WHAT IS WAS NOT9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And will always be people.
So why blame people,
For being people?
Truth is truth,
And will always be truth.
If truth becomes false,
Then it cannot be true.
A word is a word,
And will always be a word.
To edit the word,
It ceases to be that word
Wisdom is wisdom,
Because it is wise.
If wisdom becomes unwise,
Then the stupid are wise.
The absolute is absolute
And has always been absolute
If it can be questioned
It is not absolute.
Love is love
And will always be love
If it was but is not,
Then it was not.
Love Me.She falls asleep most every nightLove Me.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the sound of her parents pointless fight
And clinging tightly to her tear soaked pillow
She goes to school most every day
Wishing she could run away
From all those who torture her
For not being ‘cool’
Her mother, she just plain ignores her
Her father’s never even there
Who would notice if she were gone?
Who would even care?
She just wants to make it quick
To take this razor as her friend
And feel its tender loving kiss
Pressed against her paper skin
She just wants to make it stop
The feeling lonely, sad and hated
She holds the blade up to eye level
I don’t know how long she waited
She presses hard against her skin
And lines of ink bleed from the pen
The blade, it rests there on her knee
On her arm she wrote
Change this lifeHiding in the shadowsChange this life7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Resisting in secrecy
Trying to find a way
To change this life of misery
The future is unknown
The past is to forget
The present is dull and boring
Is this what life has to offer?
I want to change
And I keep trying
Only to fail miserabily
Every single time
Take It BackEmotions are overratedTake It Back8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while the ache is dull.
They play and tear and
dance and squeeze and pull.
The soul is such an
It never allows for
very much detachment.
I say to take it back,
return to the source.
The truth is simply
I don't want it anymore.
I'd rather be a robot,
more machine now than man.
I'd rather be something inhuman,
something more on demand.
No one wants to be hindered
by such base feelings and thoughts.
Every time the heart swells,
each sensation is dearly bought.
It pulls and all this,
leaving rips and tears.
If there was no soul in the way,
it would be so much easier to bear.
I don't need this anymore.
I wish to feel no love.
I would finally have some peace.
I would finally rise above.
It can't stand to reason
why I must feel these things.
If my soul was non-existent,
I would soar with new wings.
But I wouldn't know such release.
I wouldn't know such peace.
I would be left in numbing black.
I would only be simply deceased.
It's probably better
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
EmptyCrimson woundsEmpty9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once a person
Now an empty shell
On this world of misery
OnceSilver mist prevails,Once9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost within, and among these crisp curling currents
I breath deep and History seeps within.
Ancient lore drips like dew,
I watch the creations in slow mystic swirls,
I dive and sink deeper.
No one can save me,
No one can even reach me...
I am me, adrift in my ocean,
And silver mist prevails.
They say the seers will sink deep,
And that we have no soul,
But within the tomorrow
I see a new dawning.
In depths unfathomed
And dreams untested,
I tread as a new dream shall,
Soft is the air around me and...
The morn merges crisp,
And I see you as you are,
No shadows hide you today,
We are as we were born.
Silver mist prevails,
Lost within and among...
I breath deep and
History seeps within.
In secret tongue I hear the past,
It tells me truths,
And I flow onward, unhindered,
Like dreamy beams from a morning sun.
Where upon the flow of History
We pause and ponder,
And only Time can
Take us to our death.
And I see you as you are,
No shadows for today,
We are as we were born,
ANSWER [NorwayXReader]ANSWERANSWER [NorwayXReader]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
In my mind the memories turn slowly, moments when I thought of you only
though our time has passed and gone, the world keeps moving on.
In the city we walked together, promises that we'd keep forever
they seem so distant now, but warm me still somehow when I see
If you love someone, you should let her go
Those were the last words your ex-boyfriend, Lukas Bondevik said in front of you and his Nordic friends. You couldn't believe what he said but that was all in the past. You cried your heart out after your big break up and now you're alright when you see him again.
Most things in your home reminded you of him. Even the clip you would always wear. It was his present to you on your birthday but that one wrong move destroyed it all. You couldn't be friends with him, he cut all the ties betweeen you two.
The little clock that we shared is moving on its own again
and each strikes independently.
And all of the sadness that held me to the bitter end
Bulgaria x Reader ~Isobaric~~Isobaric~Bulgaria x Reader ~Isobaric~1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Vladimir’s legs were dangling in front of you. He had a knack for knowing when something was troubling your mind, but instead of going with the normal friendship process of asking you how he could help you, he continued to pester you.
“Come on, _____________,” he grinned. “Say it!”
“No,” you pouted.
“Say it…” he urged.
“Not going to.”
“You know you want to,” your friend said in a singsong voice.
“Vlad, have you been picking up cues from the Magic Club?” you groaned. “It’s bad enough when I’ve got just you noticing these things, but Lukas and Arthur are two completely different cases.”
“What’s this about the Magic Trio now?” a familiar, friendly voice said from behind.
“Dimitar!*” you gasped.
“Hi, Dimitar,” Vladimir beamed completely unwary of your flustered state.
Your friend looked bemused and curious. “Are
Broken MirrorsYou've gone away, forever ruined.Broken Mirrors8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw your life through broken mirrors--
The occasional crystal clear piece lies still,
But all the rest is shattered glass.
Why didn't you let me read your past?
Why did you destroy your future?
You let your inner demons win
When they tied a noose for you.
You let your head slip through the rope;
Your neck was burned and snapped.
And with that, all hopes and dreams,
Purpose, happiness, life itself,
Everything was destroyed.
I, your puppet, was destroyed as well;
All my strings were cut
With every slash at your veins--
One too many and I am nothing
But a pile of wood to burn.
Make yourself a fire, please;
Use my now lame body.
Let me burn for all eternity,
For I only deserve to suffer.
Pain, agony, torment, and blood
Are all left to my name.
Your name is what I call out softly,
Standing in my window, cursing at the sky.
Outside, the stars lean over my shoulder,
Whispering their good night.
Wind tries to lead me to bed at last
As the moonshine lights ou
DualityLiving a lieDuality8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretending to be fine
My shell stays strong
But my heart is in pieces
The shell protects me
But it keeps others at bay
When I need them the most
When my heart needs to be fixed
I wish someone, someday
Breaks that shell
Fixes my heart
And tames the monster I have become
Caged InA strike against sincerity;Caged In1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We’re at each other’s throats,
Like lightning against a rainbow.
The angst shown through humanity;
Taking away my freedom,
Something like a love Nazi.
A wave of true passion;
I’m drowning deeper into your soul,
Like there’s no ocean floor.
A billion shocks per second;
Paralyzing my every move,
You’re just that incurable virus.
The imprisonment of an angel;
No escape available,
Like a cage.
And I can’t leave...
Set FreeI don't want to be alive.Set Free1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must everyone survive?
Death is the only escape,
When you're in this kind of shape.
Everyone wants for me to live,
But happiness they just can't give.
Loved ones that I hold dear,
Are the only reason I'm still here.
They don't know how my life is pain,
Everything they do is in vain.
They don't know what they're doing to me.
I just want to be set free.
All the Broken FacesLook around and notice,All the Broken Faces8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tell me what you see.
All the broken faces,
all surround me.
They stare at me with kindness,
but misery in their heart.
Life has left them weary,
it has torn them apart.
They were cheated on and broken,
victims of some crime.
Hurt and abandoned
Lost in the time.
Look around and notice,
tell me what you see.
All the broken faces,
all surround me.
The Runaway (NorwayXReader) Chapter 1Chapter one: Strange EncountersThe Runaway (NorwayXReader) Chapter 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
I was just about to fall asleep when the bus arrived in a small town. The driver announced something on the mic, but the sound system was so bad that I could barely understand the words. All I understood was something about going back on the bus after twenty minutes. His voice was not very loud, but it upset the lethargic air that hung around us ever since we boarded the bus at Andselv.
I stretched my arms to shake off my sleepiness before glancing around the bus. There were very few passengers and most of them were seated by themselves. Almost everyone was blinking owlishly or rubbing sleep from their eyes, except for a young woman sleeping on the seat right across mine. She looked rather small, especially with her long blonde hair. Her face was set in a frown, and her eyebrows were knitted together. Still, she was very beautiful, and I couldn’t help but stare at her.
The bus came to an abrupt halt, snapping me from my daze. Through the window, I
BreathlessI sink to the bottom of the poolBreathless2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My body and mind fully immersed
Down here there is no one to be cruel
No one to make me feel cursed.
Down here only I exist
No one to disapprove
Down here there are no clenched fists
No one to judge my every move.
Down here I finally feel alive
No more trying to find hope
Down here I finally have the urge to survive
No one telling me how to cope.
Down here I only see beauty
No more scarring of my mind
Down here there is no constant cruelty
No more smiles to try and find.
Down here there is no happiness to feign
No more attempting to make peace
Down here I can feel no pain
No more trying to fix things piece by piece.
But now through these depths I must swim
Make my way back into the world.
I re-enter this life limb by limb
As I lie on the surface, my body unfurled.
WrongEverythingWrong7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And cry out
Another EpisodeI'mAnother Episode8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A waste of space with
Nowhere left to run.
Out of control yet, a disordered distorted
Result of some fucked brain chemistry. I'm
Exactly what I never imagined when I was young.
I'm too much.
Can't separate self from illness.
Presents the challenge of not connecting my throat to the nearest
Razor. Oh the razors. They seem like my only companion in this
Existance. My existance. Nothing but guilt and fatigue for me.
Suppose I'll never know how to supress
Self hatred. Hating myself. I'm the only person I've ever wished to
Erase. Erase myself forever. Please oh please someone,
Do me this one favor.
They say I'm
Scary, pretty creepy when I'm
Catatonic. They're even more frightened when I'm
Hostile. Red flag for homicide?
I'm not the amusing psycho they expected me to be. My mind's a
Zoo, a loud, fucked up zoo. All
Of the animals go unmedicated, just like me.
People I see aren't actually there sometimes.
Hearing words that were never s
Throat ClosingThroat closing.Throat Closing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gasping for breath.
"Just take a breath."
"You'll be okay."
Vision going black
ReligiousMy desire is chokedReligious9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life is a sacrifice
Religion is my executioner
I am chained to my choice
I wander about like a lost soul in the corridors
This life of deprivation is my cell
I would like to flee and live like the other women
My belief is a pair of handcuffs
She imprisons my life
FateGoing through lifeFate9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for death
Fighting to survive
Only to end up in Hell
Suffering for our mistakes
Until the end of time
NightmareWelcome to my nightmareNightmare7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to the darkness
Within my mind
A place where hope is lost
Love is a dream
And joy doesn't exist
A place where pain rules over all
Suffering is a must
And demons are everywhere
A place where life is meaningless
The living dance with the dead
And insanity is imminent
A place where the voices in your head
Never stop haunting you
And all the memories overflow your mind
A place locked within me
Growing in secrecy
Until the day I can take it no more
Welcome to my personal Hell...
Grey CoatThis outerwear is the sole proofGrey Coat9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of my ever so delicate sanity.
I help myself with a slice of truth
It is after all, a one-man tea party.
Grey is indeed made for you
just like your words, it was never black nor ivory.
If forgetting is the hollow benefit of youth,
one cannot but laugh at this solid absurdity.
Lips tremble not from the cool
but rehearsing welcome-back lines for an eternity.
Once again I question the relevance; like a fool,
of seeking solace from a fashion statement; this utter serendipity.
For it once belonged to us.
Slender/Hetalia: Beneath the Shadows... Part 1Slender/Hetalia: Beneath the Shadows... Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Slender/Hetalia Fanfiction
Beneath the Shadows of the Trees, Part 1
America and England
“Alfred?” England bent down slightly so that he could pass under a low-hanging branch, worrying over his little brother as he called out to America. “Alfred? You bloody wanker, this is no time to be playing sly, little tricks on me! It’s nearing nighttime, now come out and show your face to me before I find it!”
Honestly… where is that kid? Arthur glanced to one side of the densely grown trees, then to the other. It was growing darker by the minute, and Arthur didn’t approve of Alfred’s sudden vanishing into a strange forest that even he had never seen before. I really don’t have the energy and time to be dealing with his crappy games anymore…
He had come by, just an hour ago, in fact, to pick up Alfred in order to take him over to his house so that they could go over some negotiations. But