The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Here, I will beHere, I will be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
If You and IIf You and I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you and I,
Were to live another day,
Known as tomorrow,
Would I be able to accept,
Such a sorrow.
If you and I,
Were to live another moment,
Relive that moment,
Because I wouldn't,
Be able to get enough,
If you and I,
Could be together,
Would that be enough time,
For me to show you all the love,
That I may hold for you?
If you and I,
Were to leave each other,
At this moment,
Would you forget me?
Never think about me,
Even if it was just another moment?
If you and I,
Could live another night,
Would you be sleepless,
Right beside me,
In this sleepless night.
If you and I,
Without a trace, Tonight,
Would I be able to fill the void?
The void that would remain,
In my heart,
For all the nights,
Of my life.
The HeatThe Heat4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I had pale skin, which had this terrible habit of burning at the slightest exposure to that heat.
So did my brother, Simon. We often went to the beach together, all for the purpose of complaining how we hated the heat on our red stained shoulders. I'd get mad at him for taking me there in the middle of the day, while in turn he'd get mad at me for not bringing the sunscreen.
Then as he drove me back, we'd laugh at all the tan people for their loss of hatred for the heat. For hating the heat was something Simon and I loved to do. One day we were going to drive to Alaska and escape it. We'd then feel we could truly say we'd defeated the heat we hate.
Once we got home, father would get angry at us. He would scream and cry because we looked like her, who never came back. Then he'd hurt us, much in the way the heat does. After he was done, shaking and shivering, he'd leave to drink more.
I still remember seeing the look in my older brother's eyes as my father left and I wonder if it truly w
What people are doing by being anti-feministDismissing that women's health is still under attack in 2014 (soon to be 2015)What people are doing by being anti-feminist7 months ago in Historical More Like This
Dismissing that approximotly 1.3 milion women are victims of domestic violence
Dismissing that 1 in 3 women are raped in their lives
Dimissing that cat-calling is still an issue
Dismissing that women are still payed on average 75¢ on the dollar compared to men (which gets lower depending on your racial background and skin pigment)
Dismissing that women are less likely to get a job than men
Dismissing that women's opinions are less likely to be taken seriously than of a mans
Dismissing the fact that patriarchy is still a thing
Dismissing that women in other parts of the world are still being sold into slavery, sex trafficing, and child marriages.
Dismissing that women are still being slut shamed and victim blamed after sexual assault, domestic abuse and leaked nudes
Dismissing that 93% of women who killed their husbands were abused by them
Dismissing that in different parts of the world, wome
Heaven Is Not a DemocracyHeaven Is Not a Democracy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been said that there are two forces governing over this universe: those of "good" and those of "evil". Both are necessarily in direct opposition to one another, yet this is not to say that one is absolutely right and the other absolutely wrong. Thus great care should be taken, when examining both sides of ANY tale for the forces of "good" have often been known to blind the eye far worse than the lulling comforts of the darkness ever could.
High above the physical planes of Earth, amidst the brightest of stars, exists a celestial dome called Heaven which houses legions of Archangels and is permanent sanctuary for the self proclaimed deity Jehovah. In foundation the dome is sustained only by the softest, most divine array of primarily feathery white clouds which change color sporadically. For its walls there grew miraculously spectacular twisting vines of ivy that interwove lotus flowers that were adorned in periwinkle and lavender. Brilliant globes of light illuminated down from
Setting SailОтплаванеSetting Sail6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Оттласквам се бавно от кея
към вечните бели вълни.
Отплавам - и тихо си пея -
а нямам посока дори.
Морето във мен се е вляло
и вятърът шепне "Върви!",
силуети се стапят
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
A True Failure?Watch him run,A True Failure?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch him fall,
Watch him land on the ruins that were his life before.
Ever seen a true failure?
As they sink to the ground..
Taking his head in his weakened, glory stained hands,
The shattering ran through him,
Flooding his walls,
Knocking down doors
Till he quivered and screamed for no more.
The pain unbearable,
He drops to the floor,
His wound so deep, but never seen, so sore.
He picked up his ruins,
Stumbled and soared,
Picking up the pieces,
So heavy they made him fall.
No time to linger,
His tears of pain, sting, so bitter.
Forward just a little more,
Forward, he sees just a little more,
Watch him walk,
Watch him run,
You'll never see him fall, once more.
Everything he ripped apart, the things he thought were out of sight,
Slowly reached his mending heart,
As he fought for more.
Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!Now, imagine this situation for a moment:Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and signs.
She wanted to go to the train station, as I later learned.
With your car it would have taken five minutes.
But we walked and that is also okay.
To be honest, you might think you've done more good than evil.
You might think there is a welcoming committee for you at the pearly gates.
I regret to inform you however, that
Shooting StarShooting Star3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look into the night sky
The stars, they're so beautiful
So bright, I find myself wondering,
What is the purpose of those unearthly beings?
I look down at my small hands
As the night sky fills up my mind
Suddenly my dreams of being bigger seem so...
But what if?
If I was bigger
If I was more important...
Would I be able to catch one?
I sit staring out the window
Out in the night I see something peculiar
I encounter a shooting star
I shut my eyes and leave my being behind
And to that one falling star
I confide my dreams.
I look down at my hands
They've grown bigger
Calloused with experience.
As I walk out in the night
I encounter a shooting star
Again, with a faint familiarity
I trust my dreams to that star.
It's the same dream.
At that moment I realize with a sudden clarity
Just what stars are.
Leaving behind the other celestial beings
Who are too scared to begin the journey
Too scared to be extraordinary
Just like the rest of the world.
The sadness of leav
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
Sang sue alite + audiolecture iciSang sue alite + audio2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Elle allie la sensualité des glaces
avec celle des serpents
son soupir souterrain
Son baiser me cadavre
son cadavre me baise
fadaises et friandises
et suicide aux falaises
J'acidule un gravier dans le vide
et sur son cou de seppuku
- aïe cou
(un p'tit cinq à sept ?)
J'aime une vamp pire
au vent d'épire
faut lui offrir des pleurs des chants
pour lui con plaire
mais sa technique te nique
même sur du tek tonique
elle bouffe ton ombre du fond de
Hécate-toi d'là que j'm'y mette
Frantz, Juillet 2013
The ContortionistThe Contortionist11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stare at him from behind closed eyelids
with your palms out
just balance in his grasp
on the tight rope of pure ectasy
falling into oblivion on his chest
Change positions now-
heals behind your head
knees weak and
left to equate
his touch into
or rendered to a mess
on his sheets
as he turns to you
and smiles meakly
like he just bruised
and you don't mind
The marks he's left
are more colorful than black and blue
as theyre strewn across your neck
Need to feel him one last time
in the deepest folds of the
so its down on all fours
with your hands pulling out the grass
blade by blade
as he takes you in the...
and its done.
Better than you expected
as it keeps
getting more and more
to sucumb to his biting lip
and postion yourself exactly where he wants you,
his little contortionist.
Diary of a Madman July 30thDiary of a Madman July 30th5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
July 30, 1988
Today is my birthday and my loving husband bought me a wonderful gift - you. I guess after we found all of my old diaries stored in the attic, he knew I would love to have a new one. So today I am overjoyed to have such a loving husband. By the way, Diary, his name is Kurt. We have been married for 3 years and we have never been happier.
Kurt couldn't get out from work early, or so that is what he told me. He wants me to meet him at my favorite restaurant tonight. Of course, it's a surprise party. It's more than obvious; but I'm still wondering who will be there. Sally and Steve, for sure. Maybe the Carlsons will be there? Maybe my parents? I'm so excited this morning I woke up and he had this beautiful dress hanging on the door with a note. That said how much he loved me and
I killed another woman today. She was very pretty, Diary. She looked almost like Sarah. She had the same long brown hair and slim figure. I really miss Sarah.
Journey To HappinessJourney To Happiness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The deeping twilight silence heard
In the whispers of a half dreamed word,
With new moon in a dreamless sleep
And sun, nostalgic vigil keeps.
The black-red light, a pulsing flood.
The ocean sky, from her virgin blood
That drains a living death, is born-
From the edge of time are softly called,
Two women walking, their sacred feet
On either side of the horizon meet.
One stares with eyes of burnished gold
And round her shapely figure holds
A robe of molten, blinding light,
Her face, in which, is hid from sight.
Each footstep burns an eternal road,
A tuneless song around her flows.
The growing things she once did mind
Have quickly withered, slowly died.
The other weeps from cloudy eyes,
A world of pain in each tear she cries.
Buried in a grey-mist gown,
Her face of steel, once more cast down.
Each footstep is a sodden march,
Her moaning wind is drifting past.
She regards her charges with a shifting frown,
All living things, she slowly drowns.
In the world upon the line,
We, between the tw
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
Good EveningGood Evening2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good evening to the cliff
The one that leers above
Challenging the leap
With rubbles that tumble down
With broken hearts that finally shatter
Good evening to the sky
The one that widens 'round
Surrounding with their spattered skies
With black blooded stains
With white flaring scorns of disdain
Good evening to the sea
The one that trembles below
Waving final sayings, tides of goodbyes
With swirls of treachery
With educing calls of end
Good evening to the world
The one that doesn't care if she drowns
Ignoring her sadness, her tears, her pain
With closed ears to cries
With hearts made of stone
Pray for SingaporeSingapore is a Southeast Asian city-state.Pray for Singapore3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It is located off the southern tip of the Malay Peninsula.
It is separated from Malaysia by the Straits of Johor in the north and from
Indonesia's Riau Islands by the Singapore Strait in the south.
Nearby countries are Thailand, Brunei, Vietnam and the Philippines.
The population is over 5.18 million.
3.8 million are citizens.
1.4 million are non-residents.
Singapore is a country that is actually one gigantic city.
Singapore is the 2nd most densely populated country in the world.
Singapore is one of the Four Asian Tigers: Four Asian countries with highly economies)
Singapore is a multiracial society.
It has 24 different languages and four official:
Although Singapore is highly urbanized almost half of it is covered by g
FayrouzFayrouzFayrouz3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your soul is silent but not still
Like storm upon lavender hill
It comes from where wild horses run
To find the place where sleeps the sun
Warm winter nights go darker blue
Just like the peace I find in you
Together we sail heaven's plains
Direction changes, aim remains
Sky's wastelands and your ebony eyes
Lead me where passion multiplies
There we can hear the seahorse sing
And find the price of everything
Sands of time swallow human fate
Sweet juicy flesh is just a bait
For star-dust from the milky way
Tomorrow's memories to repay
"Love knows no border" I've been told...
Just two warm palms heart to uphold,
Eye of the chain that sets you free
When in the swimmer drowns the sea
Life and Death of Puppet GirlOnce there was a puppet girlLife and Death of Puppet Girl11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who lived close to the beach.
She wanted to go down to the sea
But it was always out of reach.
In her room by night and day,
Imprisoned by her strings,
She'd wait and sleep and sometimes pray
For the news the sea breeze brings.
One morning when the sun was shining
And the birds were flying high
She heard the distant sound of crying
That was carried through the sky.
The sound of this then grew louder
Until it filled her room
Until her drooping wooden head
Was steadily filled with gloom.
"Why won't this crying stop" she said
"Why won't this go away?"
"I want the crier to drop dead
And not disturb my day."
Suddenly as she thought this
The air became very still
The warm sea breeze moved through her room
But left her with a chill.
Now there was silence where she lay
Imprisoned by her strings
And on her wooden face a smile...
The kind of gift only dying brings.