Just so...You pick me up and put me on the highest pedestal you can find,
Just to knock me down.
You put me in the shop window for everyone to see,
Just so they can mock me.
You tell me the world is my oyster, and I am the pearl,
Just to trap me inside.
You lift my heart and tell me its a gem,
Just to break it like glass.
You give me the good news first,
Just so you can hit me with the bad.
You give me dreams and hopes,
Just so you can crush them like a bug.
You do this all,
Just to make your self feel better.
Lost in the starsShe wanted to ski in a desert, and swim in the air.Lost in the stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It didn't have to make sense and she really didn't care.
She liked to dream in black and white, and pick out all the colours.
Have no time to finish one, but enough to start another.
She listened to the mute, and talked to mimes.
She was always running late, but walked like she was on time.
She was in love but never fell, she even rang some wedding bells.
But people knew it all along that no one could ever tame her heart, because it was already lost in the stars.
My weekSoaked cheeksMy week2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two booming voices
Turn to dead silence.
A sleepless night
A comforting cuddle
A reassuring text.
One sided conversations
Picture and no sound
A unspoken apology
A turn around.
Even a smile
Normality is back
May it stay a while.
WaitingWords that will never reach your ears,Waiting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the true thoughts that I want you to hear.
How are you doing? I hope your well!
Just not knowing gives me hell.
As I look back at messages from the past,
I just wish that time didn't move on so fast.
I bet your doing all the great things you do,
But it would be nice to hear from you.
But good things come to those who wait,
But waiting is the part I hate.
What I'm not.I may not be the girl you write about, sings songs about, the girl you paint.What I'm not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be the girl that everyone wants to be, I'm just plain and simple me.
I may not be anything extraordinary I'm nothing new,
but I guess I'm here for you.
A shoulder to cry on, a helping hand. That's the kind of girl I am.
And if that is not what you want then it's plain to see.
You simply can't have me.
Their StoriesI've read so many stories,Their Stories2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
yet none appeal to me
I want the weak minded thought's,
I want to know their dreams
I'm sick of strong male characters,
and feisty female minds
I want someone who can't take it,
someone who's lost the fight
I want the truth behind the lies
Not the mask that hides the shy
I want their inner feelings,their core
I want to know their hearts, do they feel remorse?
I want to know their fears, their worries
I need to know who they are, their stories
GuiltyKNOCK! KNOCK!Guilty2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One's Own Trust no Future, howe'er pleasantOne's Own2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead
[A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]
She stood facing brok'n mirrors
Brok'n up like her core within
Trying to see herself clearer
She wipes off fog with a napkin
They ready-mapped her world for her
She is their 'scape-goat, their pennant
Before it starts it is over
Her dreams burn and ashes scatter
She is a plummeting buoyant
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant
She remembers her love before
She's out of color, her cheeks pale
Scampering naked on cold floor
Searching for herself tooth and na
Killer QueenShe's that girl you'll want to know,Killer Queen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She doesn't make it rain, she makes it snow.
She can be fully dressed, in nothing but a vest
and a pair of white high heels, and still walk with added zest.
With a glass in her hand and a man 'round her waist,
She's got a killer instinct, and a extravagant taste.
She'll wine and dine at your demise,
But you'll fall hopelessly in love with her eyes.
She'll kiss you, and you'll feel fireworks,
And then leave with a devilish smirk.
She'll crush your heart in the palm of her hand,
And then laugh as it was part of her plan.
She'll watch you burn without a flame,
And play with your life like its a game.
And you can go and call her mean,
and try your best to make a scene.
But you'll never beat the Killer Queen.
Longing LoveI'm listening to the sad love songs on the radio, and my heart whispering your name.Longing Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying hard to block you out, I stare out the window and watch the rain.
But oh! How I wish you were here, you could take away the pain.
Your soft lips would touch mine; your warm skin would surround mine.
And I'd be happy.
Snap out of the dream world, I have to command myself.
Thinking about you all this time could not be good for my health.
I've been so close and yet so far.
Those moments we shared, I know they were brief, but yet they replay as I try to sleep.
And I find myself smiling, no control do I have.
You've stole my heart, and weirdly I'm actually glad.
Dirt And DiamondsHow can we recognizeDirt And Diamonds3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what happiness is,
what happines means,
when we do not know
what sorrow is,
how sorrow hurts?
How can we realize
how beautiful life is
how worth living a life is
when we do not know
what bereavement is
how certain death is?
How can we know
that love is a gift,
that to be loved is a gift,
when we don't know
what loneliness means
what to be hated means
How do we know a light shines bright,
when there's no shadow to compare it to?
Sometimes we need the dirt
to see diamonds shine brighter
The Real NightmareAs children we believed,The Real Nightmare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that monsters lived under our beds,
ready to gobble us up without a thought.
As young adults we believed,
that nightmares were nothing more
than just bad dreams,
that tugged at the edges of our consciousness,
and made us frightful of the dark.
Yet as adults we learn the truth
that nightmares are not just
monsters under the bed and bad dreams
As adults we know that,
They exist in people who are hurt
and people who maim and kill for fun.
So be afraid of the monsters under the bed,
be afraid of the dark and bad dreams,
for they are nothing compared,
to the real nightmare
of the true world.
I remember...I remember those daysI remember...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we drove our new bikes
on the dusty parched road
that spat pebbles at us.
And that one time when I
raced you back to your lawn
when my tires became soft
and when your chains gave in.
I remember all those
lazy afternoons that
we spent at Grandma's porch,
whistling for a stray breeze
and popping bubble wraps.
Or drinking her strong tea
that scalded our tongue
and tasted like copper.
I remember those nights
when we played hide-and-seek
under the faint moonbeam
and flickering street lights.
Or when we just lay down
on the crisped yellow grass,
counting all the bright stars
and wishing when one fell.
I'll never forget those days
that we spent together.
All those days of summer.
Honor Your FallenOne for the man who answered the call.Honor Your Fallen2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One for the brother taken too soon.
One for the man who gave his all.
One for hearts made heavy and sad.
One for families torn apart
One for a boy now without his dad.
One for the endless tears,
One for the new struggles.
One for so many lost years.
One for the mother's only son,
One for the memories;
One more, one more until this war is won.
One for the brother coming home under his Nation's flag,
One for the ultimate sacrifice,
One for the man in the body bag.
One for the love of the fight,
One for family born not of blood.
One for that final flight.
One for the free.
One for you
Until it's just me.
A final salute for those who no longer hurt,
For the boys who paid the ultimate price;
Twenty one guns for my family in the dirt.
A Sky of SmogI.A Sky of Smog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what if every star out there, twinkling
is every dream that's ever come true?"
she asked me
"but what about the stars that burn out?"
I replied. She didn't respond.
she was too busy searching the night sky
hoping to catch a dream
"what do you want in a guy?"
I asked one day
when our heads were empty,
but our mouths were full of words
we didn't quite know
"I want someone who can understand me"
and she sighed as though it were only a wish.
"Oh," I said
"I just want to fall in love
so all these stories I write
won't be lies"
and we laughed as though it were only a joke
when she first fell in love,
she flew so high she could no longer see the ground.
I warned her, "what if he breaks you?"
she said "that's the beauty of it.
we give everyone we love pieces of ourselves
until we become murals of everything we care about."
I just shook my head.
if you're giving away pieces,
aren't you already broken?
he wrecked her heart, as he was destined to.
"isn't it weird how our b
Caving Rib CageWe crossed at glacier paths on icicle footing;Caving Rib Cage2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
in the hollow and darkness of a cavern where we found each other a second time, you spoke to me.
You told me tales of bereavement, and that the most morbid of all is not slow demise but rather,
it is being killed, just a little bit.
I never thought it a possible plausible thing-
to kill a man, just a little bit.
The calcium in my bones precipitate at the thought as you beckon me from my limestone shelter.
How does one kill another just a little bit?
Give me deionized water and make me a paste;
clean all my tarnishes,
for I am no good as silver if I remain
senescent and dull.
I knew my skepticism was obliterated the day you, with your bedrock stature,
through your stalactite eyes and your stalagmite smile,
killed me just that little bit.
To have the one you love most fool/leave/betray you and still remain so in love with them-
worse yet, seeing the pe
As I inaudibly crumbleThe first thing that I can assure you of is the fortitude of my soul: I am a pact so strong that even the hurricane which caused my house to tear apart couldn't budge me. So strong, that even the earthquake that cracked the face of my school building couldn't chip me. So strong, that no amount of tidal waves could crash and break into my walls, my being. I am a pact made of several precious trinkets, letters and colors bound fervently. My frame has become a watchtower and my spirit, its sentry; I fulfill set duty. I am a pact so strong that I crave for certain commotion over what it is that I am, I wear and bare my vanity. I am a thrill seeker, a bungee jumper. I thrive off adrenaline rushes brought about by the feeling of close calls, the always present possibility of a snapping of the cord, a real potential to, not just fall, but truly crash and burn from grace. I am of a life wanting to be fully fueled, felt and fulfilled. I am a draconian as an experienced freedom fighter.As I inaudibly crumble2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Late Night Day DreamIt's a quarter till three in the morningLate Night Day Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the sand man tries to lure me into sleep.
I'm wide awake with seemingly no hope
Of falling asleep anytime soon.
I've got you on the brain
And I'm stuck in a late night day dream.
In a place where everything's perfect.
A place where you look at me
With that soul filling love,
Eyes only for me.
Where your rough hands flow softly through my hair;
Fingers gliding gently over my skin;
Making love to me in a field of grass
Under a Sycamore tree.
Just making love to me.
A fantasy world where I don't have to ask,
'What if it had been me?'
It's three in the morning
And the sand man tries to lure me into sleep.
A battle solely won because I know
I can only have you in my dreams.
The Master of DeathHearing the sounds of his children coming through the door, Harry grinned and put his paperwork away. If his ears were correct, they were heading towards his office andThe Master of Death3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad!" Lily exclaimed, bursting into the room with James and Albus behind her.
"Hi Lils, how was Aunt Luna's?" Harry asked as his children positively beamed at him. James was practically bouncing up and down and Albus wasn't even looking irritated with him. Something was exciting them
"She told all sorts of stories like normal," Lily commented.
"She told us the Tale of Three Brothers again!" James said excitedly.
Harry went for the innocently confused look, wondering what his perceptive friend had told his children. "Your mother and I have told you that story many times."
"But Aunt Luna told us about the Deathly Hallows!" Albus finally burst out.
"The Deathly Hallows?" It took all of Harry's self control not to flinch, the image of a dark foreboding forest entering his mind.
All three nodded, looking wound u
Your Answer: A Ghazal Will I ever get to touch you again? I'm waiting for an answerYour Answer: A Ghazal2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You pour out your shy love grain by grain while I'm waiting for an answer
Have your once moist lips begun to crackle? I have become parched patience
My kisses once made you writhe in pain yet I'm waiting for an answer
Where our rings were, a mark remains and in shared memories we linger
Please be true and say you will remain as I'm waiting for an answer
To what do I compare my love for thee? You shine so effortlessly
Oh Moroccan rose I'll be your rain, how I'm waiting for an answer
Finally our fingers lace and all's in its place, we're back together
Now love will bind us with ball and chain, yes, I'm waiting for an answer<
tugboat and selkiei. together tonighttugboat and selkie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you lay with me by the bay
bay moon reflecting
onto the serendipitous
have your way with me
it is as if
a billion strings of
lined up just for us
to watch in wonder
there seems to be
a storm ahead
as cloudy skies show
no sign of starlight
if we get lucky
we might tonight
our firefly friends
as they flutter
by the ferns
flickering their flames
in pretty synchronicity
just as my ocean eyes
reflect the light
from your face
your fingers trace
tiny heart shapes on
my destitute decollete
your love is colored
I resemble the selkie
wave upon thrashing wave
we are sailing in waters
ii. together tonight
you lay with me by the bay
bay moon reflecting
onto the serendipitous
have your way w
Cicada Songs and Cinder BedsCicada Songs and Cinder Beds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is swollen by cicadas' songs;
A moment filled by agape persists
'It turns pearlescent, almost fantastical at the sight of moonrise'
I am uttering your famous words, beloved
How poetic of you, beloved-
Truly wondrous how you uncover hymns and find limericks even in my grief
It speaks of us in volumes
If only the now barren tears I shed at every slivering of moonbeam
Could shudder the ground they fell upon with their might-
As if clashes of shield and sword
I am quipped with no other battle gear
Maybe then I'd have your attention,
Perhaps then I could wake you, quaver you, and finally seize you out of the dulling mire
Let me unearth your sullen solid symphony
Croon for me and pluck on my heart strings once more
Partus PraematurusI am invisible.Partus Praematurus2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leaning on the ledge of my balcony at the 27th floor, my brain involuntarily replays all the reasons of why I should be jumping right now. I must say, it sure looks like a hell ride of a fall. I take a sip of coffee darker than this time of two in the morning and tears just keep dripping from my jaw line. I can't hear anything but the constant and loud shrieking caused by my tinnitus. I haven't heard anything but this nerve wracking pitch since longer than I can remember. Yes, I am also an insomniac.
My train of thought is wrecked as a louder noise comes through; I hear the sound of something crashing and Nutmeg's frightened meow. It seems that she (Nutmeg) accidentally knocked over the answering machine. Apparently I've missed 4 calls from my best friend and in her last note, aside from the usual 'please call me when you see this message', was her voice, squeaking, 'do you know I am invisible?'. My heart sank and I knew something was wrong. Haphazardly I put
The Glass JarFrom the time I could remember, I'd been given this transparent glass jar. It is said that I've been using it since the day of my live birth. I'd been told to use its nowhere-to-be-seen contents not more not less than once a day.The Glass Jar2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had always known I was adopted. My adoptive parents (who were more loving to me than anything) were very honest in admitting this to me. Since I had always pestered them about it, they also confessed that other than the glass jar, at the orphanage where they got me, they were given a rain-washed letter to read- this letter was supposedly written by my mother. Aside from her confession of a planned suicide, in the letter were instructions that the orphanage must ensure my daily dosage of this glass jar. The reason behind it though was apparently stated in the following paragraph, where the ink was washed off and therefore was unreadable. The only part of the paragraph that could be understood mentioned that this jar is what will supposedly provide