AnorexiaSuch a frail being I am, witness my ribs bulge through my skin, I must prevent all the fattening meals or I shall become a massive sin.Anorexia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gluttony is my tormentor, from it I run afar, to distant lands of emptiness, lands of thinness, lands of star.
Without meals they remain there, so content and filled with glee, I aim to travel to that land, far beyond the normal sea.
Though alas I am chained to suffer here, to eat processed and vile courses, I simply ask for a map of guidance, one to help me reach those sources.
concrete doesn't exist without waterwe dream about the nightsconcrete doesn't exist without water6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where your head is resting
against my chest,
with blankets sprawled,
our legs intertwined
you right hand locked
with my left,
and my right hand
placed on your lower back.
and while i see these things
in my sleep,
i lie awake imagining
the fragile moments too.
not your cliche
but when i say something
without thinking and it hits
you in the place where i swore
i’d protect with my life.
when i say something
that means the world to me
and it’s nothing
but a scoff for you.
when someone’s loved one
finally meets meta
and we have to be there
still dealing with the physical.
i think of those moments
far too often
and how we’d handle
them when we’re just strong
enough to be fragile.
simplicity is intentional
and humanism is concrete
until life hits
and it isn’t what you imagined.
HopeHope.Hope11 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
A simple word, with a simple meaning. Officially, it’s an attitude of optimism. A mindset that is often considered naïve- believing the best outcome will happen, no matter the odds.
We live on it. Thrive on it. Even villains and those considered ‘evil’ or ‘bad’ have hope. The hope to pull off a robbery without being caught. The hope that a shady business deal will go down without a problem. It’s all hope.
The darkest of our society use it and probably never realize it. Without hope, humanity would wither. We simply cannot exist without hope. The hope that today will not be the day a random and tragic accident takes our life. Every day carries the chance of death or tragedy- but we hope that it won’t happen. If we didn’t hope, if we didn’t get out of bed and face the day, our system would crumble.
How would we accomplish anything without hope? The hope that a much worked for promotion will happen. The hope that you c
We all have our ways to cope, right?It's not like I don't knowWe all have our ways to cope, right?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That alcohol is bad for me
Trust me I do know
That the half smoked cigarette
Forever placed in my pale hand
Isn't gonna save me
And I am aware of the fact
The razor's sharp kiss
Isn't gonna ignite my torn up soul
But it's just that...
Vine never judged me for healing wrong
I mean we all have our ways to cope, right?
And mine is to destroy myself every night
StrongStrongStrong8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A word I didn't know the meaning of
Not until you held me in your arms
Not until I felt your breath on my face
And the beat of your heart in my ear
A word that had no meaning
'Til I saw the mask you wear shatter
And for once I saw the person that was inside
A person with weakness but so much more strength
A word without meaning
Until you wiped away my tears
Until you let me cry as you held me tight
Until I sobbed into your chest only to have you pull me back together
You are my strength
You are my power
You are my weakness
You are my everything
For you I will be strong
Angel of NothingShe stands alone,Angel of Nothing8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fair of face,
Piled in grace,
Golden locks fall to her waist,
Serene smile in place,
Eyes of blue, empty true,
She’s an Angel you know,
Not like us, no.
She has no wings,
No halo to glow,
But her beauty is otherworldly you know,
She’s hollow inside,
She knows she’s nothing but a lie,
Porcelain body with ashes within,
She’s the Angel of the Nothing,
And all she can do is smile.
One last timeHello there old friendOne last time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you miss me yet?
I know it feels it's been forever
But isn't that just the addiction talking?
I know that you depend on me
Though you won't admit it
Oh who I am?
I think you know darling
I am the deadly thing
Living in the space between your lips
The gun you put in your mouth
Without having to pull the trigger
But darling just remember
What doesn't kill you
Is likely to try again
So baby have you asked yourself
Why do you put pure poison between your pretty lips?
I know you love the lethal taste
The feeling of rotten self-destruction
Suicide in slow-motion, right?
Yeah smoking sure is bad
But love if you think about it
Isn't the reason why you smoke worse?
- Sincerely The "Last" Cigarette
OneI have a life threatening illnessOne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Severe and Major
It's threatened my life on more than
A few occasions
Dark nights it lingers over my shoulder
Whispering thoughts into my head
One tragic accident away from death
One slip, one night I feel too...
One cut too deep, One slice too thick,
One pill too many, One jump too far,
One step off a curb, One shot in the dark,
One word too many hanging from your lips
One comment too far, One life lost,
One thin piece of rope, One chair kicked,
One river too deep, One knife too sharp,
One pool of blood too large, One bad day,
One teenager added to a growing statistic,
One family torn apart, One school shocked,
One neighborhood mourning a hidden struggle
It only really takes ONE
Open your eyes.
Reach out One hand,
Say One genuinely kind thing,
Keep One thing in your thoughts,
Tell One person what you've seen
Tell One person how you feel, what you suspect
Open your mouth Once
Save ONE life.
The end of a worldAs I look out the window and see the clouds of smokeThe end of a world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People are leaving their house,
With their face drained of hope
Close by I see people crying,
In the distance I hear people screaming
The worst is happening,
Only this time we’re not dreaming
The faithful are gathering,
Holding hands and praying
The tainted are bargaining,
Taking anything that can be taken
The weak are jumping off buildings,
Leaving blood on the pavement
Large scale of suicides
Whether by knife, gun, or hanging
It’s anarchy out there
And it has only begun
I’m damned to the flames
Because my sins can’t be undone
Innocence in the fleshI'm six-Innocence in the flesh2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a stick figure
I seek the
"skin colored" pencil,
to shade in my
What is it about sunsets...What is it about sunsets...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm sitting on the meadow, on top of the small, green hill. I was setting-up my tent, but the sudden silence in the air made me stop and sit on the grass. Everything around me started turning into dark shapes against the green, turquoise sky. A small, barely visible crest of the young Moon rose up, just above the horizon. the Sun was long gone, but its traces were still painting the sky in that wonderful, sunset mixtures of colours impossible to reproduce to capture in any way. The colour of the sunset sky is much more than just about the sky itself. It is about the stillness in the air, the soft, tender breeze; muted sounds in the distance and that inevitable feeling that another day is passing by. It might have been a great day, full of joy and things we love. We might have spent that day in our favourite city, on top of our favourite mountain or in the arms of the loved one.
It could have been a hard day, God knows life offers plenty of those too. Work, people, deadlines and everyda
MusicMusic is the one constant in this world of uncertainty.Music10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just want you to miss meI want there to beI just want you to miss me7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cotton in your brain
and bubblegum on your tongue,
because every time
you try to speak,
my name makes it go numb
I want you to smell
my sweet perfume
in your clothes
and in your hair,
I want you to whiff your skin and think:
I wish that she was here
I want you to feel
the warmth of my breath
when the winter air grows cold,
and hear your creaking
bones and say:
"Together, let's grow old"
Six months later
I'm so alone,
I just want you to miss me.
RecoveringSome nights I still burn my body to the groundRecovering1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left with nothing but the ashes of my teeth and bones
And I bruise my cheeks to give them color
Scraping the flesh off my veins with an old razor
I think you can see it in my eyes on these nights
The darkness that eats me alive from within
I think you can see that I am at war
And I’m doubting my chances to win
But each morning at daybreak I’ll rise from my ashes
I’ll scream with the birds till my voice is soft again
And wash the blood off my hands a thousand times till they’re clean
If you look through my window on mornings like these
You’ll see my licking and stitching up my wounds
And burning all my old soiled clothes
And in the end I’ll be scarred and shaky but whole
I’ll stay in bed taking care of these broken bones
Viciously guiding the flickering light left in my soul
Once Upon a Carcass,I loved her like the flaws in barbed wire;Once Upon a Carcass,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it stung. & I needed to take her castle ribs-
but I was jealous of heaven.
She spoke through her bones.
She: a beautiful decay
draped along my apartment,
& the mess of my mouth.
When she left,
I cried big ugly tears
for the First Aid of her
I needed Draco.
I needed her.
“Is it sweet?” She meows even still
with all my self-doubt.
This thing, I must not feed it-
As I still long to leave galaxies
along the length of her entire bed.
MomentsRemember that time we sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus? You were quiet, like you always were, and I thought nothing of it. But then you turned to me, an unreadable look in your eyes, and you asked me what I liked most about life. I just stared at you, unsure how to answer. You seemed to take my silence as something bad.Moments11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Never mind,” You mumbled. “It was a stupid question.”
“No, no.” I hurried to assure you. “I was just thinking. What I like best about life would probably be all the little moments that happen that end up meaning so much and all the people you meet along the way.” I shrugged and you hummed, turning back to face forward.
You didn’t come to the bus stop the next day.
Remember that hot summer day, the one when it was too hot to even think? I was complaining about how much I was sweating, and you were, as usual, responding with noncommittal noises. The bus was running late that day, and I was cursing every
Sticks and StonesSticksSticks and Stones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your culture discriminates
Against those outside the box;
A threat to your world.
So you must agitate,
Until your ways are met.
Acting with closed minds and hearts
Thinking words have no power.
Words can turn a country
Divide a land
End a war
Perhaps, even, kill a man.
Think before, not after
Words can lead to a disaster.
Burn My ShadowLocked away...Burn My Shadow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it possible for a man to go beyond his existence
Behind doors whose wooden bars hold him with in himself
In a constant need to recede further to the inner child
How can it be
Better yet, why to those who do no harm
Feeling nothing, not even the cold air hitting his face
I suppose that I never thought that that man could be me
But it is, and I am
Seeing false gods, seeing people burning
Slowly I leave this world
With more time that passes I wish I could stay
But simultaneously I wish death would come quickly and swiftly
Why and how to people have to live this way
May peace find my way though
And find me it won't
Yet I will fight for it
Just need to give myself a bath in the waters of clarity
To burn my shadows away and uncover my lonely soul
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea waterI am the daughter of a sailor.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
Death of a Love.She hadn't moved from her window in over a day.Death of a Love.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Watching for the impossible was something that she was content to do. It injected her with the faint hope that she might witness some of those precious memories once again. Maybe his decrepit old Clio, chugging along and spluttering to a grumbling stop right outside her house, or maybe the bicycle that he sometimes opted for instead, signalling his arrival with the ringing of a bell. It economised on both petrol and his nerves, he had always told her with a smile.
His smiles were gems. She had always watched in rapt fascination when his lips pulled back and curled upwards, his left cheek dimpling slightly when it lifted more than the other. His teeth were slightly crooked, the front two pushed back a little further than his incisors, always immaculately clean.
She shook her head, dragging her eyes from the unchanging scene outside. No point in dwelling on what was past, she tried to tell herself. Nothing can be done. He's gone.
Yet, in a
YouYouYou9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
WiredDo you truly believe that you are made of flesh?Wired11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you believe that it is blood running through your veins?
Or is it merely the feeling of circuitry,
Pulsating beneath a synthetic exterior.
Think about it logically,
If indeed you can.
You are in constant need of a connection.
One that makes you feel like a part of the whole.
But if you were to be cut-off from it.
What would happen then?
I am eager find out.
ArkuriaShipping - Everytime We TouchArkuriaShipping - Everytime We Touch3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hunter in his dashing knight attire and Saber in her gallant red dress approach to each other slowly as they smile together when this romantic song plays in the background as they decided to dance slowly:
I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me
I still feel your touch in my dream
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why
Without you it's hard to survive
'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast,
I want this to last
need you by my side
'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static
And everytime we kiss I reach for the sky
Can't you hear my heart beat so,
I can't let you go
want you in my life
Your arms are my castle
Your heart is my sky
They wipe away tears that I cry
The good and the bad times
We've been through them all
You make me rise when I fall
'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast,
I want this to last
Magic FluteMagic Flute2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I felt Death courting you
my rib cage collapsed. I curled
into childhood: the strange little girl
always alone, talking to herself
on the playground, thinking she
was whispered a safe solitude
of hush-holy clouds, relieved
to slip away from mating rituals
unnoticed; a detached solitude
seeing only in shades of rock
beneath a surface any touch
or even death couldn't reach.
Listen: Love is the beginning of Truth
you were the first coup de foudre
I climbed and the last amour
out of this place. Wherever
the courtship carried you,
if ever a marriage or honeymoon,
I renounce this waiting of hope;
this solitude of celibate womb;
this misguided Magic Flute -
just to see Love embracing you
before finally surrendering
to my own destined course.
This I promise the Universe.
Image 'Romantic Encounter', 1864 by Mihaly von Zichy (Hungary) 1827-1906 (St. Petersburg)