the courtshipUpon this skin he slipsthe courtship1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hushed in enchantment
Soothing valleys of lamplight and fire
A touch of rainbow whispers
And a fairy's sigh
Come upon this moonlights kiss
To ravage in gentility
For I am yours
And within this night of eternal spark
We become rain
To arouse a life
Lost within a tribal drumming
Feel me and you will know our song
angel of despairHe sat there. Unmoving. Unknowing. He sat there only breathing and twitching. The symptoms from giving up his medication were taking control of his slender body. This man- this creature of destruction, only wanted to be anywhere but in the empty classroom with his back against the wall. He slumped to the floor with a sigh and proceeded to stare into the nothingness that drowned his visions. His body involuntarily convulsed to the rhythmic disease flowing through his veins. As I sat down about a foot from him, I could do nothing but stare as his eyes glazed over the protective mask he bore every day. His facial expressions never gave him away. But it was his clenched fist at his side that fascinated me. I was intoxicated. Inebriated from his very presence. I dared to move closer to this horribly beautiful statue. He sat; never stirring. My heartbeat danced upon my chest as my shoulder brushed his arm. The striking stone figure only glared into the remoteness of the black voidangel of despair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
That Home AvenueI was wrong,That Home Avenue9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
about it all,
a fire was burning,
and the bard,
singing his gentle sang,
through and through,
stuck to his wishes,
like a child's home avenue,
so the ashes washed away,
set alight with anew dismay,
was in any way,
anyway to be alive.
So he tried,
he tried to fly and move on,
upon a new state,
that sang a different song,
he remember then,
the people he had left,
but instead of feeling dead,
he accepted what he had never excepted.
I am not colorless,
I am of the rainbow,
not like you but judged heavily,
like you say so,
like you are able to catch this color,
to be smothered by new desire,
but that's impossible sir,
because you must have once been confused for awhile.
Then he moved again,
onto a new place to begin,
twice in one year,
to only feel let down,
because you started safe and sound,
and now you want to die,
you cannot try to fly.
Taking a knife to your wrist,
eliminating the chance of the true kiss,
he met someone new,
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
White Sunday 335: legacyI do not know what my legacy will be:White Sunday 335: legacy1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A cautionary tale of failure
or a soaring epic of love and destiny.
It is sometimes troubling that the future
is not mine to command, but I handed
all my fate to you, sealed oils
of arcane visions and herbs, blended
to make pigments for the patient toils
of one who loves, without condition,
without doubt. For I know my soul.
But my legacy will be permission
from what you alone control,
your heart. Fragile and fierce, blind
am I to your purposes and mysteries,
but bound by words both selfish and kind
to remain a part of histories
that you alone have the freedom to write,
for I am given and gone, I have leapt
into a space between the day and the night
and the vision of my fate is, in your hands, kept.
I know no way to love other than this.
I am a mighty soul and a powerful mind.
But I have released it all to you, a kiss
of urgent, argent dreams, I tie my bind
and satisfy my yearning in silent cants
that may never see the eyes of
Learn the motto for the pimpsLearn the motto for the pimps1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like Ass
You do too
I want one
How bout two?
Nature's worthThe gentle breeze on a summer's day,Nature's worth4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to carry all my fears away.
Off to some other place, far and unseen;
a place to keep all the what-might-have-been’s.
The soft rain drops falling from up high,
from bulging clouds congregating in the sky.
Cleanse my heart and cleanse my soul;
wash away my weakness and make me whole.
The mighty lightening that crashes down,
to obliterate my demons all around.
Send your force, surging along;
help me face my fears, make me strong.
The delicate moon, light in a dark place.
Show me mercy, send me grace.
Light up my path and lead the way,
the path to walk every single day.
The tickle of grass under my bare feet,
the loving prick of the soil’s sun-soaked heat;
Keep me humble, truthful and unfeigned.
May my words be honest, yet unrestrained.
The scent that follows the storm and thunder
awakens in me a sense of wonder.
For Mother Nature and all she gives,
How is it then that you cannot believe?
We still cannot believe in Nature’s worth.
Black MistDifferent types of spirits surround us. Most of us cannot see them but some of us have the sight. She got hit by speeding car when she was twelve. Everything went black for a while. When she recovered her consciousness, she couldn’t remember feeling any pain. But that incident changed her life forever.Black Mist6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, she is inside an almost empty theater. Most of the seats are empty. She’s sits on one near the aisle. She touches her brown pixie cut hair. She’s wearing a white T-shirt dress that goes down to her knees underneath a motorcycle leather jacket with a matching black worn-out combat boots, which makes her look an inch shorter than her normal height of five feet Some actors are on the stage rehearsing for an upcoming play. She momentarily glances at her watch, looking fretful as she stares at the actors on stage. One of them is teenage boy with dark maroon sweater. He makes his way toward the center stage, lugging a guitar with him. He sits and began to str
Weary KingThis king has lost it allWeary King7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every ounce of his will to go on
He’s blown it all away
Even those who made me strong
So save your breath
There’s nothing left
This house of glass now turned to ash.
A shattered reminder of all you hated.
So I deliver unto you
My bloodied low man’s song
So you’ll know how to run the show
When my key is left here, and you’re left all alone.
So take upon your helm
This gift, my royal crown
And take care of this castle
For you’re its sole resident now.
That key opens another door
Leading to my tomb
A conflicted mind now laid to rest
Shotgun and vodka, to send me to my doom.
Glass-heartMind of steelGlass-heart6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart of glass
Achilles tendon, again you bust your ass.
Sheets of petals
Bed of nails
The compassionate's downfall never fails.
Aspiring to sculpt diamonds, rubies, and the sort.
Hands of clay
Always left broken, under the same damage report...
Random Incomplete ThingsThe sledge hammer lands hard and Danger goes flying. On the ground Franck realizes he isn't dead and scrambles to his feet to see Kavinsky admiring his handy work.Random Incomplete Things3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And it's a pop fly, Eldritch Nigger goes over the fence..." Sebastian rejoins them and watches as the mass of flailing limbs lands somewhere in the distance. He sneers at Kavinsky's 1940's voice.
"Not now Kavinsk, we've gotta move."
"It's coming back." Franck is already way ahead of them.
Lighters down and tobacco dreaming
but the smoke is not leaving
It should be an incredible sight. A tortured young man now completely stable and a subtly humanoid thing behaving like a kitten. The two continue to grapple on the floor and any other time Kavinsky would love to watch but really...
"Franck." He claps his hands once. The younger man and his familiar look up at the zombie. "If you and your pet monster are done blowing each other you think you could come help us already?"
When Gaspard's friends turned into
What Have We Learned?Gaspard thought it was strange that when he'd called up to Xavier to tell him he was making dinner the younger man just yelled curtly back down to him. Usually his friend would come down, curious to see what Gaspard was making and willing to help.What Have We Learned?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He figured the other musician must've been taking a nap or something, perhaps he wasn't feeling well. However this theory became less and less likely as he heard thuds and strange footfalls coming from the second floor as he tried to wait for the water to boil. His curiosity finally getting the better of him, Gaspard lowered the heat and went upstairs to see what his friend was doing.
He wasn't expecting what he found.
"Xavier, what are you doing up here?" He pushed the door to Xavier's room open to see the shorter man standing shakily with his back to him. His shoulders were rigid and his arms were out slightly, he was trying his damnest to maintain balance. Slowly, the brunette turned to him, head moving before feet, one foot going achingly
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27~~~3 days later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 273 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D jolted up in bed. "Unh!?" He looked around and held himself. A bad dream. "...Lucinda?" The singer looked around the room and over to the crib, seeing his child sleeping soundly. "Aww..." He looked at the time on the alarm clock.
"Wot da?! Free A.M.?!" 2D jumped out of his bed, tripping a bit.
"Agh!" He caught himself and went to the door, going up the stairwell to the carpark. "..." His gaze fell on the Winnebago.
He was determined to get there. Quietly, the singer sneaked that way. "Hngh..."
Once he got to the door, he knocked quietly, hoping Murdoc wasn't too asleep. 2D waited patiently, humming a song to himself.
"Murdoc?" Another knock and the door suddenly opened. "Oh!" He gasped in surprise. "Muds..."
The bassist looked down at 2D from the doorway. "Wot d'ya need luv?" The singer looked down and then back up at Murdoc. "C-Could I come in?"
Without waiting, &
white blank pageThe problem.white blank page1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sometimes, I have to rinse my mouth out because of that. I still have their taste on my tongue. Hers and his and yours.
I can't get rid of this and start scratching my tongue with the sharpest words I can find.
Piano Strings. Thorns. Glass. Edges. Fear. Grasp. Coldness. Heart ache. Claws. Saturn. Lemons. Tango Argentino. Summer Camp. Lips. Beer. Razors.
But now the taste is a composition of other peoples' souls and an aeruginous copper coin.
Like tea brewed with sewerage and withered moments. That and 300 grams full of blood.
I try to fight fire with petrol and end up in an uncomfortable faint. Deep inside this labyrinth [made of scratches and furrows]. It is the maze of my dreams. And my hands are filthy and viscid from what I found in their shadows and corners.
I'm lost. . . a g a i n.
Lock me up in my core, where everything is possible except an escape.
My One Regretseptember 23My One Regret6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please call me
i wanna hear your voice
theres so many girls above me
im your last choice
you read it but you dont reply
i dont think you understand
how much you make me cry
im sorry for doing what i did
i was being stupid
acting like a kid
i didnt realize what i had
or what we could have been
i wonder if he realizes
that im so in love with him