In the Rain"I could be a soccer player," I said aloud, to no one in particular. I gave the crumpled soda can another good, harsh kick, and sent it rolling down the street. Rain was drizzling lightly, but still seemed to wash away all color from the deathly quiet city. "If I ever finish high school, that is."
It was tedious, walking by gray walls, gray stores, and gray people. Everyone had some place to be, something to do, someone to be with. Not me.
I kicked the can again. It crashed against a garbage can, inches away from a sleeping homeless man. He immediately awoke, and his face melted into this uncontrollable, raging monster.
"Watch it, damn kid!" he yelled, glaring at me. "What the hell you doin'?"
Another person who hated me. What's new? I tuned out the rest of his curses, and walked on.
Taking a left, I crossed the street, not bothering to check for cars. A taxi can come hit me anytime now, and I wouldn't care less. I heard screeches on brakes and shouts from angry city drivers
An Artist's EpiphanyA tumultuous danceAn Artist's Epiphany2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of feverishly-crazed aspiration
leading to a splendorous cacophony
marred by “imperfection”
in the creator's eyes.
Hours, days, years
and it all comes ricocheting
off the walls
when you feel the sudden
It's not good enough.
The perversely comforting routine
of chronically scarring the looming
alabaster canvas divebombs,
coming to a spasmodic halt;
All that for an erratic,
Daily life has lost its spice,
it is only a melody without music,
a group of disheartened soldiers
pitiful of the self-induced toxic of loss.
But you are only to arrive at
so you return, back
to escape velocity
and you try again.
LullabyWhen it's bedtime,Lullaby2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mommy will come and kiss me goodnight,
My daddy will tuck me in,
And they will sing a lullaby.
Time for bed,
Rest your head
When it's getting late,
Mom will point me to bed,
Dad will tell me listen to my mother,
And they will watch the evening news.
We'll be here,
Have no fear
When it's past curfew,
Mom will scold me,
Dad will be too drunk to talk,
And they will argue through the night.
Turn the lights off,
And we'll talk real soft
When it's past morning dark,
She will blame herself,
He will have walked away,
And I will sing myself a lullaby.
It's just us two,
We love you.
A Coward's WordsIn these walls,A Coward's Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
am I safe?
From the dystopia
I won't listen
because I'm buried
in these words,
a stranger's voice
An epiphany of
resounding strokes, a
leaves of relentless majesty
For when I wake up
Look out from this inky cage,
I see and smell and taste and hear and feel
the hu r t
ha t e
So I shrink back
behind the words
not to come out 'till
the sunset morning.
I need you to know Your love is like a drug and I'm just a hopeless Junky feeling so high, you're running through my veins and clouding up my mind.I need you to know2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
let's go for a ride, up and down on this crazy rollercoaster.
Screaming so loud "Make it go faster!"
Hands search desperately and your body's begging for release, calling out to me and gripping the sheets, our hearts keeping time but we control the beat.
Distance tries to keep us apart and it may work for a time.
But listen to me girl, tonight you're Mine.
Lame HaikuThis is a haiku.Lame Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Yes, this is a lame poem.
Shut up, and don't judge.
AbuseI'm looking for someone to tell me why,Abuse6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Why you've left me here alone to die
Why can't you just let me run away?
Why must I suffer through another day?
I've never done a single thing wrong
My heart is good and my will is strong
But still you're out to beat me down
My life shatters as I'm thrown around
All I want to do is get out of this place
What's left of this life? I won't leave a trace...
Can't I escape? Why won't you let me?
Broken, forsaken, not all that I can be
Your abuse is too much, I'm failing inside
You're in control, I'm just along for the ride
But now times have changed, I'm in the driver's seat
I'm so tired of suffering this cruel defeat
I'm free of your tyranny, your whim and your will
I'm no longer the one whose spirit you'll kill
I won't look back as I leave you behind
Alone in the darkness, a nightmare in my mind.
Mother.......A simple question, simple wordsMother.......9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You made me fall inside and outwards
-when you blew it out of proportion
my love for you is like an extortion
…ever since I was little, you made me feel-
You made me feel raw emotions, ever so real.
I only wish I could show you, mother
How you make me feel like no other.
You make me feel abandoned, useless-
Like I should remain actionless,
-Like I'm unimportant to you anymore-
You make my love feel like a chore.
I always try, I really do…
…To speak any words I have for you
But you shut me down, make me feel like shit
…make me feel like I want to end it
I know these are things you grew up on-
-But I feel like I will soon be gone
…forever from your life, no words to be shared
…because you made me feel like you never cared.
Because you have showed me these things, I have tried…
…tried to never be like you, to save my pride
…I find we are no longer in tune because of this
I forgot happiness, I forgot bliss
You, mother, I have found, are one of the reasons…
Prussian Training 4Prussia tossed his chopped potato into the water and stirred. He was sitting on a stool by a fire right outside his tent, a pot of warming soup hung over the flames. The soup wasn't anything fancy, but it was a hot meal. Its creator and amateur chef was just adding the final ingredients.Prussian Training 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Prussian had calmed down by now. His previous ranting and plotting had turned out to be quite therapeutic. It had been surprisingly calming to imagine all the torturous things he could do to America after lunch. Some of his evil fantasies couldn't actually be carried out in reality, but a nation could dream, couldn't he? Seriously, imagination really was a great outlet for frustration at times. It wasn't always as satisfying as the real deal, but it sure helped. For instance, Prussia had found it particularly pleasing to imagine America as he had slowly pee
CatatonicLocked in a catatonic state,Catatonic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling gone in a blink.
A shade of my former self;
Nothing of me is left.
Responses are limited,
Yes, no, I don't know.
Communication is pointless,
So I give up.
Eyes are void,
Pools of empty nothing.
All tears are lost,
In a room of shattered hopes.
Now, when I see you,
I will stop it all, I promise.
Then, you will be
I'm locked in a catatonic state,
My feeling hid in a blink.
A front for myself,
Nothing of me is left.
DrowningI jumped into this head first.Drowning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew I couldn't swim,
But I just went for it.
Now under the waves,
I understand what it feels like
To be immersed
In the soul of a person.
I don't know if
This is a puddle,
Or if this is an ocean.
I don't know if
This is a stream,
Or if this is a river.
I only know
That it is made of tears.
But not my tears.
Or are they my tears?
Or are they just droplets of sweat?
Or are they souls lost in love?
I don't know,
And I don't think I ever will.
When immersed in a person,
Sometimes it is hard to see the surface.
You just have to wait for the waves to
Crash down on you,
And the rip current to take you
Further than you ever were.
You never know what you might find
When the surf is over your head.
Practice Makes PerfectPractice makes perfect,Practice Makes Perfect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they always say.
So if I practice
hours and days and months,
I will most certainly be
If I run it again,
again, again, again,
Until I don't,
until I can't,
They will love me,
Sacrifice is inevitable,
all part of a bigger picture.
A beautiful and absolute
Even when it hurts,
when it's too wrong to be right,
I am one step closer to
Dear CeliaThe tension is thick. I stare down at my once icy glass of Coke, clutching it, letting rivulets of water run down my hands and hoping it will cool me off. Everything about me is boiling; my long-suppressed anger escalating, climaxing, and blazing. I feel it searing at my skin, pining for something to burn. He feels it too.Dear Celia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Our food has arrived, but neither of us have touched it. We're just sitting here. This stranger and I.
I make no attempt to break the silence. We could sit here in this damned cafe all night, for all I care. I'm already volatile. Just the slightest slip of his tongue, and I won't hesitate to explode. I hope the shrapnel will strike where it really hurts.
He clears his throat, hoping that I will look up, but I don't. "Do you just want to take the food home, then?"
"No." I refuse to meet his eyes, because I know that if I do, then I'll have to accept that my eyes are the same.
"Celia," he says, desperate. "I'm sorry."
Sorry? What does sorry mean? Does it mean that year
PartingPartingParting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk as if I were beside you'
Overshadowed by a mass of dark clothed figures.
I lie dormant.
A discoloured winged beast looms on to my wooden chest.
I remain serene.
Devout anointed words are uttered to comfort the whimpers.
I wait inertly.
The approving earth begins to proximate and crumble.
I continue to rest in harmonious tranquillity.
'WHY?? WHY??? Why couldn't you have taken me instead',
The teary distraught maternal architect uncontrollably bellows.
All of nature is subdued.
My inanimate heart smiles.
For I know this is not the end.
Keep me alive in your memories my loved ones and friends.
On an unchartered date we will all descend.
And life will resume again.
Trauma Of MindThis life continues on, leaving me far behind,Trauma Of Mind1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as I try to function while in this frame of mind.
Plagued by darkness, memories I don’t wish to see,
I am afraid of this unknown side of me.
Lashing out at the slightest touch or sound,
it's been two years since my disorder was found.
With a crashing noise I see nothing but red,
brought back to when I was a survivor among the dead.
My hands and legs loose control, I cant stop shaking,
sweat builds up as my heart begins racing.
We were fired at completely without warning,
shot down in the early hours of the morning.
So much shaking, shaking, always shaking,
with each new episode I can feel myself breaking.
Retreating into myself, waiting for it to pass,
all the while feeling as if I am made of glass.
Having suffered so long, I fear there's no escape,
with no telling how or when an attack will shape.
And if you thought that at night it's easier to bear,
not even in my own dreams am I safe there.
Tormented by nightmares that drive me to
To Whom I CallShe is no doubt a strange kindTo Whom I Call3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One of the best you'll ever find
You might think what I speak is odd,
but do me a favor and just nod.
I know for certain you can see
her pure soul is caged, not free.
My wish alone is to open her eyes
past through all the impudent lies.
Such unfathomable love, she can but give
but there are none brave enough to receive
the gift and the curse stored in her heart
Fools and cowards, they all depart.
Frustrated, lonely, she turns upon herself.
Uttering hatred and envy, she's locked in a shelf.
Fighting a war within wars,
everything she once was, kept in bars.
An ugly face, imperfect hair
She can't stand to see herself bare.
Mirrors of reflection become enemies of fiction,
where on earth did it go, your inspiration?
For as I lay upon you, my sight.
You are nothing but awe, beauty and delight.
Intricately crafted by the hands of wonder,
have faith and strength, do not falter.
To whom I sing my song of praise,
may the music forever stay in lace.
All these writte
Burn the PassionWhy am IBurn the Passion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not holding you?
I saw you in
A dream I once had.
I was holding on,
Tight as could be.
Felt like I would never get out
Of sheer bliss.
Now tragedy struck.
Boom, had to wake up.
Realized that you weren't
Who I thought you were.
"Sir, are you alright?"
There's nobody beside me,
Nobody to hold,
Nobody to care about.
That doesn't phase me anymore.
I won't let you
Keep taking me away.
I will burn the passion
That I once had,
So that I can let my nightmares
Become my dreams,
And my dreams of her
Be forced out of my mind.