The cloudmakerIt was on a particularly cloudy day that I created another life. You sprung from my hands, eager, like a lamb frolicking through a grassy meadow. An accident. I had been trying to create a tornado, but my hand must've twitched. The gray of my walls only accentuated your glowing golden form further; vaguely shaped like a human child, but not quite. A highly misleading appearance. I remember my first thought: Not another one. I'd made your kind before. It never ended well.The cloudmaker1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Nice to meet you,” you said, sticking out your hand. “It's awfully gloomy outside.”
I shook it. “The earth looked a little dry today.”
You stood in front of my only window, a hand sliding down one of the bars. Your other went outside and caught a raindrop in your grasp. “So this is rain. Did you make it?”
“It's all I do. I've been here ever since I can remember.”
“And how long is that?”
“Longer than the amount of raindrops
Story of a lying girlThat morning, the sun rose for the fourth time. The vastness of the unfamiliar forest weighted down on her aching shoulders. Back at day one, she discovered that every path looped back to an oak tree. It stood tall in the center of a clearing, much like a beacon of some kind. Still, she thought, if she ended up in this place, then there had to be some way out. It was simply a matter of uncovering the exit.Story of a lying girl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Attempt after attempt escape failed, and the girl found herself back at this tree once more. With a sigh she rested her back against it. The air tasted of a sleepless summer night; hopeless and warm. The feeling of being stuck in time. Abandonment. It was a feeling that stayed with her, rooted within her heart. You're on your own, is what she told herself these days. It'll be okay. Just gotta keep on going. There is no other way but ahead.
She looked up at the rosy sky. Solitude let to thinking, and thinking revealed old wounds that she knew would open again once she nu
Stitching Wounds with Stringent FeelingsYou breathe me in with desperate, shriveled lungs--Stitching Wounds with Stringent Feelings3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for I am a sordid necessity.
My words are like a salve for judgments hung
so selfishly upon your blatant needs.
And maybe you're a martyr in your eyes--
surprise, I see you lynched by your own thoughts.
Self pity and resentment are a guise
to hide the nothingness that starts to rot
your blackened insides. Take me into you,
feel whole from my magnetic pull towards those
robotic dialogues you think so true.
Just take me in, only the Lord could know
reflections meet you with a deadened stare.
You distant angels never really care.
Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shedMother always told me that the most important lessons in life come accompanied by saltwater.Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shed3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always thought she was carrying a soul too spent and too sullen.
I didn't know how right she was till sometime back, at seventeen.
For it was at seventeen that I was to try through a time where paltry tears- saltwater, was all I could taste, as my world was ripped right out of my ribs, and I experienced my first heartbreak.
I was years too young to search for starfish by the shore, to wish myself an old wives tale cure, all for a classic summer sickness. His sea-foam eyes had plighted me and blighted me. He allowed my knees and ankles to burn in rock salt kisses and promises. I allowed him to sear through my wounds, past and present.
In the end, I almost lost myself to his vastness, and almost drowned in the strength of his currents.
He was far too momentous and I, too infinitesimal.
Summer ended a short-lived romance but romance it was nonetheless. Rock salt senses will always string dé
Nightmares of RealityNightmares of Reality3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A girl rested on the bed, rain streaming down the windows of her face, her cheeks melting into blobs of fat in the outpour.
Sleepiness takes advantage of the chance to kneel beside her and outstretch her hand in a tempting offer to take her away. For a moment, there was such an immense struggle in the girl to push it away; she knew it was a lie. But then, she looks into its eyes and she thinks she’s seen those eyes before.
When she had looked down into the black abyss eyes of her grandmother, who was surrounded with white chrysanthemums. When a homeless cat slinking in the rain stared at her from afar. On the people who’ve lost their dream.
It’s inevitable, isn’t it. She thinks it as more like a fact and wraps her quivering hands around the cold, cold hands.
The seduction of sleepiness brushes her eyelids close and kisses her to oblivion.
She opens her eyes, unsure at first whether she had opened them at all. The world around her was stuck in a
A Failed FairytaleI'm going to tell you a story,A Failed Fairytale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story of a fairy tale gone wrong,
Of broken hearts and shattered dreams,
Of pain that flows into words.
If you are looking for a happy ending,
Turn away now.
If you are searching for an escape from reality,
You will not find it here.
This is the story of a girl.
A young girl,
With an open mind,
Willing to accept anyone into her heart.
Her heart wasn't pure,
She had a dangerous past,
But her eyes looked to the future.
Before she closed her eyes,
She would look up at the sky,
And search for a miracle.
She needed help,
She needed some one to reach down and help her back up,
From where she had fallen on the ground.
She had held strong.
She couldn't walk,
But she could crawl.
She crawled as far as she could in life,
But she needed someone.
Then one cold May night,
Out of the darkness,
Came a shooting star.
Lighting up the sky.
She whispered out her wish,
The thing she dared to dream of,
Her wish upon a star,
Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,Midnight Dance3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.
Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.
Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fall into place,
Made real by the smile upon your face.
And as we dance,
Our minds filled with true romance,
I mirror your movements
As we step backwards and forwards
To the slow, steady rhythm inside our heads.
Imaginary FriendI once had a friend.Imaginary Friend3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That was made of pretend,
Who's only friend was me.
We played all alone,
Just all on our own.
Down on the hills,
And the trees.
We ran through the woods,
Jumped in the hills,
And played in the dark,
Because we lived for the thrills.
We went on our journeys,
And time would stand still.
The world would change,
Because it bowed to our will.
Then came the days
My friend started to fade.
We no longer spoke,
We just sat in the shade.
And as we sat silent
We looked at the sky .
My friend left for the last time,
Without a goodbye.
I guess the fact is.
They were no longer shy.
I once had a friend,
I thought was made of pretend.
Who supposedly no one could see.
So I sit and I wait,
Pretending their late.
Alone with no guarantee.
Hoping and saying ,
BladeThe sweet taste of painBlade3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.
UntitledThere was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.Untitled3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.
A Fragile Lifeheady beats flow into his ears, each music noteA Fragile Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dream fluttering to the forefront of his mind
obliterating the darkness of the world
trying to encroach his every thought.
clunky earphones, the only ones he could afford
sit on his ears, blocking any untoward noises
like the screams from downstairs
and the sharp thuds from the room next door.
slick rhymes pulse through his mind,
temporary escapes from the maze of
treacherous timesevents rather not remembered,
best forgotten within the sands of time.
background vocals implant wells
depths of azure hope and cerulean freedom
springing from the undiscovered realms of his mind,
watering the seeds that others hope to harvest.
hip-hop flows through his veins;
the life-blood of his mind, of his sanity
the words, the rhythms, the voices
control his limbs, moving them every which way.
dancing used to rule his life
the rule shattered the same as his leg;
mere remnants survived to instill his passion
the ten word break-up.I only wish I had the heartthe ten word break-up.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
to break yours.
The Last DanceI am a glint in your eyeThe Last Dance5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from the light we briefly shared,
I am a dance in the dark,
when I told you I cared.
I am a snippet of time,
caught in perpetual whirling,
I am something held close,
in hidden dreams unfurling.
I am a butterfly touch lingering
in the small of your back,
I am a crease, a fold still there,
in the dress you wore of black.
I am a whisper, lost in music
brushing past your ear
I am soft words with meaning,
but the sound no longer clear.
I am a listening presence
still listening then and now,
I am ever by your side,
if you can but this allow.
I am a name on a plaque,
in a garden of remembrance,
I am tethered to a memory,
of when we had our first dance.
I am not there in your future
I am only in your past,
For when we had our first dance,
that first dance was our last.
David Dreams of PaintHe told me he could build me in paint.David Dreams of Paint3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He dreamed of the colours he'd mix for my hair,
the exact tinge of rose for my skin.
He'd splatter me into existence if he could.
"I dream of paintbrushes"
His eyes looked endless in the late afternoon sunlight,
" I dream of paintbrushes and the smell of paint,
The tang of it, metallic and chemical."
His hands move, craving a brush
pale birds stuck without wings.
" The tang of it, metallic and chemical,
and the colours,
all the colours"
He is strokes of paint,
The golden light encasing him in chiaroscuro dreams.
His hair, daubed thickly on his head,
skin, a thousand different hues.
Mouth cut in a harsh line.
"I dream of colours"
He whispers and wishes for paint.
DistortionDistortion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I squint my eyes,
And I see into the past.
Things become fuzzy,
People lose their faces,
And everything seems
Just a little darker,
A little more distant.
Then I open my eyes,
And my memory ends.
I squint at myself in
the mirror, and I dont
know who Im looking at.
I cant see his face,
But his shoulders have
Tightened up, and his
Head has sunk down.
He has no wrinkles,
He has no features at all,
And the only way
I know its my reflection
Is that this man
Squints back at me.
PYROMANIADream practitionerPYROMANIA5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Myriads the hour,
in the mirror glass
Loose threadswithin the thin threads of a soulLoose threads4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've found the tangles of a strong love
and death's cloak
Only HumanHypocrite, selfishOnly Human3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Judgemental and pain
These words are similes
With your name
Greed and envy
Jealousy and a liar
Dancing on hot coals
And questioning the fire
Not even considering
The people in the picture
Forgetting what the purpose is
Ignoring the scripture
Preaching on poverty
Then blowing off your money
Yelling at the racist
But thinking t's funny
Crying at the people
To stop judging and assumin'
But we always fall again
We who are only human
Getting OldI have messages in bottlesGetting Old3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
written in blood,
and words in my head
that cause tears to flood.
I have scarred knuckles
and shattered glass,
I have no reflection
or smiles that last.
I have no heart
which I'm willing to give.
I have no life,
which I'm willing to live.
What can I say,
to make you understand?
Don't grow up, dear,
nothing goes as planned.
You break and shatter,
and forget the starry night.
You cry and turn bitter,
turning away from the light.
You're so young right now,
and ask why I'm so cold.
Just remember, love,
this happens when you grow old.
echos of sanctuaryechos of sanctuary;echos of sanctuary7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if you listen,
you can hear them sing
melodic like water flow
flitting across your senses
to land on the tip of your tongue
and taste like honeydew
given up on the heart's battlefield
now fast asleep in a well deserved slumber
waiting for the new life to return
from their battle of angels and fire