Who We AreWho We Are.Who We Are3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We cant deny who we once were
because who we once were
made us who we are today.
The Ballad Of A Broken HeartMy soul is blackened by the so called love you declare.The Ballad Of A Broken Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is shattered in the light of my own despair.
There's light in the darkness just out of my reach.
There's a hole in my chest where a bullet has breached.
Time consumed by war and loathing.
I'm burning alive, fire is my clothing.
There are those thankful, those hateful, those in spite.
I am the few that is broken, lost, but willing to fight.
My face forever stained and soaked in tears.
Though I am the nightmare of my own fears.
I choose to stand where other's lay still.
This is the ballad of a broken heart's will.
The Courier Eirik surveyed the impressive façade of the Temple of Myralo with concern, brow furrowed, fingers worrying the loose leather strap that kept his dagger in its sheath. It was certainly a pretty building. Everywhere he looked there was beauty to behold – from the intricately detailed vine-and-leaf patterns carved into the cloud-white exterior, to the elaborate mosaic of Prismeryl, Twin Deity of Beauty dominating the archway above the temple’s entrance.The Courier3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hanging next to the ornately wrought gate into the temple’s courtyard was a “Help Wanted” sign. It, too, was beautiful, written in a light script by a steady hand, and assuring any applicants that the pay would be more than sufficient. Eirik didn’t doubt it. If there was one thing the Prismeryllian priests and priestesses were known for (and there were many things they were known for) it was being as free with their pocketbo
It rained last MondayWith the red bootsIt rained last Monday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the wet,
an unavoidable stone,
in the runoff.
Black snail road,
not dirt path,
you are Colossus
WhimperWhat do you think will happenWhimper4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the world ends
Will it explode
Will we all be shot
Will we kick and scream
Brought down to our knees
Will we beg for mercy
Will we pray to a god
We all say the world
Will end with a bang
But really if you think
Our time will end
With a mother telling her child
It will be okay
With a brother hugging his sister
With a small voice
Or maybe with the strongest of man
Because the world will always end
With someone crying
With someone whimpering
DesiresCold as ice,Desires3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But burns like fire.
What hurts the most:
Is our desires.
Odessai.Odessa2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like this, you come to
me; moonlight on water,
a desert mirage, only
In dawn, you are
aglow: the sun becomes
a wisp of dream, like
You were cold insideYour lips tasted ofYou were cold inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
summer, of warm days and
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.
You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.
I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
cold watertrappedcold water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in cold water
of apricot sheets
let me sink
broken veins of sea
and gemm'd seashells
come at me gently
i kiss more softly
possessionhow much of you do I ownpossession1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crescents between
, the inflection of your voice,
your opinions on Descartes
and physics and the
will you spill them into my hands
like red wine,
can I call them mine
.don't come to me at 2am.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when your heart starts to split
its nuts and bolts
and your eyes are threatening to
burst their banks
i will be too busy trying to
solder my own
laying down sandbags and praying
the tide comes no higher
waking upand imagine my surprisewaking up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my insides bloomed
into so many dandelions,
and in a single breath
I like my hatit is coldI like my hat6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have a beanie on
and I like it
...I like my hat
I like hats
they shelter your head,
hats are like disguises
different hats say different things
...I like today's hat
it is woven
thick enough to keep warmth in
yet it has enough holes to let me feel the cool of rain
...I like rain
stand in it long enough and it penetrates
soaked through my skin
cold down to the marrow of my bones
drops never fall in the same place
I like words
words have a lot of versatility
I can use them to build or destroy
they can paint or weave
I am weaving a poem to describe what I feel
to describe a disguise,
describing a hat
a woven hat
...I like my hat
immatureI am in love with youimmature2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the way that children
are in love:
you appear to me
as every adult appears
to a child:
unendingly generous and honest
and, as must happen
to every child,
I will lose my god:
the slightest human error
will cause you to
That Cottage in the WoodsAurora watched her children run into the woods again. She should be well used to their thirst for adventure and the fascination they have with exploring- after all both she and Philip held similar feelings in their youth- but she still felt a pang of panic every time they left.That Cottage in the Woods3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She worried that some event would cost her her children, much like her parents lost her. She loved her children dearly- a boy and a girl- and she often found herself wondering what her childhood would have been like if she was raised by her parents.
She knew where the children were headed, it was a location she herself would frequented- though no one knew. The old cottage where she spent her youth with the fairies became the children's favorite location and, on days they would spend the whole day in the woods, they would scour the land around them- it had not taken long for them to have it decorated to their tastes. If not for the young royals, the little cottage would be sitting alone, neglected.
Phillip Aurora's Final SunsetIt was truly a happily ever after. The sun was shining brightly up in the azure colored skies, as the birds seemed to ring their tune throughout the castle walls. Below in the courtyard, all manner of servants bustled in haste with the last minute preparations. Bows and strands of white silk adorned the area, as tables were decorated with bouquets of fresh roses.Phillip Aurora's Final Sunset7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even as they went about the busy chores, the servants were in a cheerful mood, as it seemed peace had been restored to the kingdom. Princess Aurora at last had returned home safely, and now on this joyous day, Aurora and the chivalrous Prince Phillip would be joined in marriage.
Over these last few days, the castle was positively buzzing with activity in preparation for this wedding. King Stefan, his wife Leah, and his close friend King Hubert spared no expense upon this momentous occasion. Every aspect of this had to go exactly as planned. They wouldnt allow any mishaps upon the day that they would see their children jo
A ThoughtThe best art is madeA Thought2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.
In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.
.i want words in my skin.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is not enough for them
to sit just on the underside
i want to feel them gathered in
the creases of my joints and
i want to see them forming in my fingerprints
i want to see every last inch black and blue
he's accidentally profoundgrotesque images from my subconscioushe's accidentally profound2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
traipse shakily across the dark crevice beneath
the smooth golden line of his cheekbone
ti wrote you a lettert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i slept for twenty hours
then i realised
that i loved you in a language
you couldn't understand
and if she loves you
with her body, and
that is what you understand
then i hope
you can be happy
and i hope one morning
you wake up and realise
that you aren't