What are Books?They are carriages to another worldWhat are Books?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an escape from day to day life
Records of peoples hopes and dreams
relievers of any strife.
They can shield us from sadness
make us laugh and make us cry
They are the best friends one could ask for
they never hurt or lie.
They can tell us stories
they can teach us fact
You can travel to a whole new world
by of opening one the simple act.
InvisibleI'm invisible,Invisible9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone knows that.
I have not a presence,
I have not a voice,
I have not a reality,
I'm just not there.
It really isn't fun,
Because my emotions
My ideas, my thoughts,
My body, my being,
Is pushed around.
Maybe if I
Could open my mouth,
Could make myself talk,
Could make my
I would be seen.
But I cant,
So I'll disappear,
Go back to my world,
And not speak,
Not show emotion,
And be invisible
UnspokenFor the loveUnspoken9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never shared.
For the things
I'll never tell.
For all the secrets
Big and small.
For the times
I ignored the calls.
For all the words
I left unspoken.
I'm now drowning
In my emotions.
DepressionDepression ( 1990's )Depression7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Depression's here in my mind,
a clear thought is hard to find.
My brain is in a great thick cloud.
I am lost in a great big crowd.
Depression makes you stay in bed.
It is taking over my innocent head -
like gangrene, it has spread.
It makes me silent, scared to talk,
scared to move, look or walk.
Depression put me in a shell,
where nothing really rings a bell -
everything is hard to tell -
it put my thoughts in a deep dark well.
Depression - brain regression -
thought recession - no suggestion.
Makes you stare at a page of math
with a blank expression.
Concentration goes out the door,
now my mind has hit the floor.
I sincerely can't take anymore.
Thinking clearly becomes a chore.
I'm there in substance but missing in my brain.
In my skull it's starting to rain.
I know I'm hurt, but I feel no pain.
Some friends start to worry, other make fun.
I see fog - they see sun.
They don't know what's going on inside,
my mind is going out with the tide.
Nothing is focused, no
DepressedThe flame is extinguishedDepressed5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My hopes and dreams are no more
Life has become a burden
And I don't even bother
Mental Disorder DinerWhy hello there miss.Mental Disorder Diner6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to battered and scarred restaurant,
where disorders are over cooked, raw or however you like it.
Would you like to start with our appet…. I mean anxiety disorders?
I'll start off simple with panic disorder,
while being a simple dish, it has a bad after taste of fear.
You can taste the fear from here.
Next up we have our social anxiety disorder,
This disorder is on back order and
too scared to show up to the meal sometimes.
It does however come with a side of sweat
No, not your style?
PTSD is our special appetizer of the day,
because it only trusts on some days
and comes with flashbacks on the side.
Next we're on to our specials, considered the hardest disorders.
First is bi polarity, which will take you through a number of sensations.
from sad blue to normal grey to euphoric high yellow,
Schizophrenia is a unpopular one of many,
the hallucinations are controlling and over cooked.
A bit too difficult to chew?
Our main courses are eating disorders.
PainHave you ever wanted to scream?Pain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scream until your lungs stopped
Have you ever wanted to cry?
Cry until your eyes burned
Have you ever lied in bed awake?
Just thinking of the ways you could die
Have you ever faked a smile?
Just so no one will ask
Have you ever stared in the mirror?
And just wanted to hit it until the glass broke
Have you ever stayed up late?
Wishing that the pain would go away
Do you ever wonder?
Wonder what went wrong
Do you ever ask?
Ask why it all happened
Has anyone ever asked you?
If you were ok
Have you ever answered I'm fine?
And just walked away knowing you weren't ok
To Experience MusicTo listen is not to feelTo Experience Music5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Simply allowing your arms to transform
Into powerful serpents as light as wings
Or your feet to dance patterns
They alone can sense
Is not to truly experience.
To experience music is something
That goes beyond idle pleasure.
The world around you vanishes
And your eyes close
For in this alone they are best shut.
Your arms and feet feel light
The impulse to dance is there
But in awe of such beauty
Your body remains completely still
And pure sound
Fills you and surrounds you.
The instruments blend together
Fading into one another
There is no individual in music
Together they are a being of purest form
An ocean of chords, notes,
Beginning as a rumbling purr which greets you
A majestic cat of gold
Recognizing a kindred spirit.
The purr evolves
Joined by a rush of feathers
Caressing your face.
The crescendo fills you from the inside out
Each note reverberating in the core of your chest
Until a powerful roar of thunder climaxes in the ocean
To YouTo the girl I sawTo You9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With the sad, sad eyes.
To the boy I met
Who wasn't allowed to cry.
To the man I saw
Who was falsely accused.
To the woman I met
Who was badly abused.
This is my ode to you
For you live on despite it.
I'm so proud of you
For you can still fight it.
The world is against you,
But it's not your fault.
It's just the way
This world was taught.
So live on, live on,
Don't you give up here.
It gets better later,
The light is near.
I believe in you,
I know you can make it.
I'll reach out my hand,
If you need it, just take it.
You're not invisible,
And you'll be fine.
in a candles eye...a post death sleeping beautyin a candles eye...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is deception through his eyes
reflecting a paradise of a ghosted love
etched with only his version of collected memories
in shadows of imagined surrender
even as she talks of wishing wells of new futures
he cannot hear the crackle
of graveyard sticks and stones beneath her feet
so when will his aphotic fantasies end?
will it be when fireflies and halos become
a mother's song of whispered secrets to the babe
or when lace wings and grace are the mistings
of hurricanes within a soul?
or will it be when she wakes beside you
enveloped in your touch, cradled in your kisses
and singing the songs that nestle within your name?
then when you are the moon to her hearts star
will he empty her from his tangled delusions
to chant quietly of what he could not hear to remember
..."she spoke of wings
.......and in the distance
.............was the face of another"
her words were the feathered driftings of the mind's eye
BooksTo some peopleBooks9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they're just bits of paper
glued to a fragile spine
But to me they are friends
welcoming me at any time
opening up their hearts
to show me their secrets
I laugh with them
I cry with them
they've let me into
the lives of so many
people with fantastic lives
people who have grand adventures
and for a few hours
That I'm just me
Hope Pt.1Title: Hope Pt.1Hope Pt.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 3
Kaidan's eyes fell to the nameplate he held in his hands.
"You put it up," Garrus had told him moments ago. "It's only right if you're the one to do it."
He turned his head to look at the turian who stood behind him with the rest of the squad, and with Tali leaning closer to him. Garrus nodded his head. He whispered to him, "Go on."
The spectre turned his attention back to the plate. Commander Erica Shepard. Her name was to be placed on the memorial wall. Her's was to be the last, but the first to be remembered. The commander he loved had achieved the impossible - by uniting the galaxy together and collecting the best materials highly needed for the war, Shepard had ended the Reaper threat once and for all. The reports from Earth supported the truth. Dead Reapers lied on the planet's surface. The geth have fallen in battle and have malfunctioned. Even the body EDI had taken for control collapsed some
Mass Effect: Morning WorkoutKaidan returned to the small one-person bedroom he'd been assigned, officers' privilege, wanting to take a painkiller and sleep off his migraine. He grabbed the pill bottle and set off in search of a bathroom. It wasn't far. The men's room was sparsely decorated, but clean and Kaidan noticed a bay of showers stalls in the back. He'd definitely be taking advantage of that in the next few days. Decontamination might get a man clean, but nothing beat hot water and soap. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, shaking his head at the strange shape his hair took when he tried to look professional. There were no tumblers by the sinks, so Kaidan fell back on the boyhood habit his mother hated most and slurped a mouthful straight from the tap. Grinning, he swallowed the painkiller and made his way back to his room. Rounding the corner, he saw Flight Lieutenant Moreau keying in to a roomMass Effect: Morning Workout4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
Heart and BloodHeart and Blood3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dragon Age Origins: (c) BioWare
Heart and Blood
Chapter One Introductions: The Circle
"Stop fussing Jowan. Why must you always fuss?" Rae chastised as she attempted to straighten out his robes. He was always so fidgety, so nervous, and at times it got on Rae's nerves, but it was his quirks that she'd come to enjoy the most about him as they grew up together in the Circle. Jowan had been there a year longer than her, and they became fast friends when she was dumped on the tower steps. His situation, as well as many of the others residing within the tower were very much alike. Most were given up as children by fearful families when they began to show signs that they possessed magic. Another large amount, though not as much as the orphaned children were taken by the Templars when neighbors, friends, or a passerby would report something they'd seen. Either way, they all ended up in the tower, or if they didn'twell most of them didn't want to concern themselves wit
Alone 7. You've Got MailAlone 7. You've Got Mail3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: Alone, 7. You've Got Mail
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Axiom Shepard, Kaidan Alenko, David Anderson, Kelly Chambers
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and all characters from it belong to Bioware.
Content Warning: Mild Spoiler, Mild NSFW, Sexual
An Honor?Shepard walked down the stairs leading to the lower deck rubbing at her temples in an attempt to alleviate the pulsing headache that seemed to be a hallmark of so many of her conversations with Ambassador Udina. With her eyes half-closed and not paying particular attention to her surroundings, she collided with another body coming up from the opposite direction.An Honor?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She felt herself stumble and would have fallen quite gracelessly down the stairs if not for a pair of strong hands that shot out and grasped her by the arms, steadying her.
So much for my great sense of balance, she thought wryly. Mother would be disappointed right now seeing all those credits for dance and movement classes going to waste.
"Commander, are you alright?" a voice said, breaking in upon her thoughts.
Shepard became acutely aware of the hands still holding her and of the closeness of a distinctly male body. Involuntarily, warm tingles began spreading out throughout the surface of her skin making her fl
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.-5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo1.February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an old pot fills
from the mountain
just in time
for the newborn-
on the old church door...
of white breath
in the raven's cry-
between each star
on Issa's death poem-
the bulldog's growl
leek soup cold
in the crock pot
the shade of mango-
in her native tongue...
from the school bus
each strand of cobweb white dew
the prayer candle-
my last dollar...
a scrap of daylight
on the table
one small face
at the window
stretching between seasons earthworm
Alone ForeverIs it bad to be alone?Alone Forever6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To feel the best in midnight air?
To see the light in a fallen star?
To hear the words of love,
Lost in the cold winds of the night before?
Is it bad to be on your own?
To feel the sweet embrace
Everytime you go to sleep?
To see the truth in people's eyes?
To hear the sound of silence?
Is it bad to want someone?
To feel his hands around you,
Wanting that moment could last forever?
To see the infinity in his eyes?
To hear the angel's sing?
In that way, I want to be alone forever…
Let Me KnowIf you love me, let me knowLet Me Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't mean to beg
But please don't let me go
If you don't want me, tell me now
I'll be able to handle it
Even if I don't know how
If you don't want to see me, give it to me straight
I'll walk out of your life
But I'll never forget your face
If you want my friendship, don't be afraid to ask
I'm willing to move forward
The rest is in the past
Just let me know what it is you want
And I'll be happy to do so
To me your happiness means so much
I'm willing to let you go
a bunny package 2a bunny package 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked at his rabbit clothes and his normal frowned deepen "I sometimes worry about my uncles sanity." Derek said, Stiles looked down at his clothes a t-shirt, jeans and a red hoody
"What I like it?" he said smiling Derek ruffled his hair,
"Come one I said I want you to met the pack." He took Stiles hand the hand and lead him down the stairs, he clung close to Derek warped his arms around the tree trunks of Derek's arms, Stiles could hear people talking in the living room.
Standing there Stiles poked his head out from Derek's back and looked at the other wolves in the room "Finely I thought you would never come down." Peter said with a smirk
"Sorry he didn't want to take a bath." Derek answered as he pulled the rabbit off him and out in front "Where's Scott?" Derek asked
"He will be by soon the little ones have colds." The blonde wolf said as she looked at Stiles "He's cute can I play with him." She asked
"Touch him and I rip you in half." Derek growled, the room was quiet,
Heaven and HellI lie between heaven and hell,Heaven and Hell4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bruises all around my body.
I try to sleep,
Knowing I will never wake up.
With the shattered pieces on my mind,
I walk alone.
I don't know where to go,
I don't care anymore.
There used to be a smile I know
There used to be a time when I could feel
Everything fades away, everyone disappears
As I walk into the roads of unknown.