Looking For Alaska, A PoemShe left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.Looking For Alaska, A Poem6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She picked up the flowers from off the floor,
And everyone wanted to be in her head.
She had left everything upon her bed
As if her whole life was a bore.
She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
She had no way to be led
Down the hall where they snore.
Everyone wanted to be in her head.
She got in her car, away she sped.
No one knowing where she was headed for,
Because she left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
Where her car had slid was now dread
By those whose hearts she had tore.
Everyone wanted to be in her head.
No one would see the day she wed
Proving that death is an apple's core.
She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said
And everyone wanted to be in her head.
Rose- ScorpiusRose flipped the pages of her book absentmindedly as she sat at a table in the far corner of the library. She was tucked between various shelves, hidden from the view of the hawk-eyed librarian, Madame Pince. Her stomach growled and she closed her book, sighing. She had attempted to smuggle a blueberry muffin from breakfast in to the library but Madame Pince had sniffed it out before she'd barely crossed the threshold.Rose- Scorpius5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, leaning back in her chair she let her hair fall out behind her. The bushy curls of her mother combined with the flaming red locks of her father always left quite an impression. But now, with no one around to see them, they merely hung there like hair often does. Rose sat forward on her chair and rest her head on her arms. She closed her eyes and waited a few more minutes before she felt arms snake around her from behind. She jumped slightly and turned around in her seat.
"What?" The boy who stood behind her now raised an eyebrow, "Were you expecting someone else?" H
Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.Gutter- Caught4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.
Because sneaking into a guarded ship in the middle of the night isn't rash. A rather sneaky voice in her head sarcastically noted.
Nemi ignored this revelation and her trepidation over the desk and began slowly opening the drawers in the sides of the desk, seeing as the top was bare save for a flickering candle and an ornate wax seal. The first drawer she tried opened
HelpI feel like I'm in a glass box;Help4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone can see me, and if I shout loud enough,
They maybe can hear me.
But no one hears my whispers.
I feel like I'm dying.
I don't want to die.
I feel like I'm fading away.
I'm becoming a ghost once more,
Being overlooked, forgotten.
Please don't let me waste away.
I'm here; can't you see me?
I'm screaming; can't you hear me?
I'm reaching out for you; can you feel me?
I'm pulling away; don't you notice?
please help me
Sleds, Snow, and Hot ChocolateProsper would have burst into laughter at the picture before him had he not been absolutely positive that said action would earn him a snowball to the face. Blaire was sitting on bright yellow sled , bundled up in at least fifty layers, wearing the expression of a five year old recently given an ice cream cone. The sled, in turn, was poised at the top of a large, rather daunting looking hill, and Blaire was attempting to convince him to go sledding with her.Sleds, Snow, and Hot Chocolate6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pleeeeease!" She continued, adopting a pout onto her formerly excited face.
"I'm wearing sweatpants," He pointed out, "Cloth sweatpants."
"Oh, suck it up, you baby," Blaire countered, which impressed Prosper quite a bit, since it usually took a lot more for her to start insulting him.
"What, and walk two miles home in soaking wet britches?" He questioned, "I'll pass on that."
"Fine." She said, sulking, "then at least help me up." She held out a hand to him, which Prosper was a little reluctant to take, since Blaire relenting in so
Gutter- Chapter One Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...Gutter- Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she realized that he was heavier than he looked. She adjusted him a bit before spotting something on the ground near him- the piece of parchment the other man had been holding earlier. Setting him back on the ground, she picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising in surprise at the letters scribbled onto it. It was written in a strange, flowing letteri
Family Treeyou've ignored me and took no loveFamily Tree5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
a "mother" you are not, you've killed my pride
there will come a time when i must hide
so face what you've done, your only crime
you left us all, we choked in the dust
my bloodless heart is ready to bust
the father i longed for abandoned us all
well look at me now, i'm ten feet tall
two "sisters" are faux, and too ignorant to know
i will draw my fist and give the deadly blow
they will stare with fear at my rusty gun
i'll say, "you haven't met me, i am the only son."
how can i love what i have not got?
another sould dies, there is no pride
she ignored me and killed my love
he left us all, we drowned in the flood
they are fake and will be destroyed
my life will break free from this empty void
Bromotions: Scars Part 1Bromotions: Scars Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Seeing his parents killed right in front of him had left him feeling empty. He longed for his mother's lullabies and his father's piggy back rides. He longed for the comfort of being loved. Everyday it became harder and harder to provide for himself and Bolin. They were running out of yuans they got for their allowances, and Mako had to start working in any store that would take someone his age. It was hard to leave Bolin in alleys by himself. Everyday at Narook's Seeweed Noodlery where he cleaned floors, he thought about his brother alone, getting hurt, and it killed him. He couldn't lose him, too.
He was always relieved when he came back and saw Bolin eagerly waiting for dinner. He sat down and handed whatever food he managed to scrape up that day to Bolin and his brother ate as quickly as possible. Mako relaxed and closed his eyes, tired from the days work. He felt a cool breeze and heard his brother's teeth chatter. Mako took off the scarf he always wore, the last object his father
AlaskaShe reads poetry in her pajamasAlaska6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke
Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere
She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding booze
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Heartfelt MelodiesHeartfelt Melodies5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
♪♫ ♥ "Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." ♪♫ ♥
There I sat in a small room filled with soft musical sounds, my fingers pressed gently and swiftly along the piano keys. It was my distinct melody, my heart pouring itself out, my time to relax and become one with my music.
To my advantage, the music room was available for me every day after school and always remained empty. It was my favourite time of the day, the time where I could be alone with my piano. I was never the type of person who could openly voice my thoughts and opinions. If anything bugged me, I'd do my best to brush it off and think of something else.
Ugh, I got distracted.
I sighed deeply, realizing I had missed a sharp.
Alright, just count down the time signature again...1-2-3...
It only took a few seconds for my body and mind to re-adjust to the tempo. My han
Yarn - StoryYarn - Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it lies before me. Silently criticising me. Mocking me. Motionless. An orb. Large. Round. And very. Very. Blue.
This is not the first time I have come face to face with this foe. Nor will it be the last. Soon I shall annihilate him! And the safety of humanity will fall upon me. Tiddle's the superior!
Well what did you think I was going to say? Do you really think there are such things as super heroes? Don't be silly! Kittens however. We exist. Sadly not all of us have homes and we are forced to roam the streets, keeping those nasty rodents and their diseases at bay. Sadly, though, your human minds do not see us as the reliable cleaners we are, you see us on the streets and assume we are worthless or broken.
However, back to the orb. I'm not allowed to touch the orb. O
One, TwoOne, twoOne, Two4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Ocean is Blue
Across the shore
Nothing to fix
It's getting late
Where have I been
Gender massacre.anatomy is like a cage, that tears away any hope.Gender massacre.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
born this way, born that way,
our mind chooses nothing.
do we choose what we are? Or does anatomy?
long hair, tight skirts, weak.
thank you, society.
flailing body parts, vulgar dancing, bare.
thank you, ladies.
give those who identify as women a stereotype by wearing more makeup
baggy shorts, shaved heads, muscles.
thank you, society.
patronizing insults, unnessecary grunts, aggressive.
thank you, gentlemen.
give those who identify as men a stereotype by cheating at poker, where
a woman's heart's on the table.
you can't be either,
you can't be both
[this is what you teach me, society.
this is what you teach yourselves, society.]
rip off this skin of mine
rip off these assumptions
rip off the ignorance
and call me human.
Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think you know it all
That what we have isn't as good as you
Your men come home at the end of everyday
Your love is iron clad so you say
But for me time is valuable
For my love is gone from me
And I treasure every moment
When you complain that they don't listen or spend enough time
I can tell you I would give anything to be in your shoes
To be allowed more time
For time with a sailor is anything but easy
But I wouldn't give it up for anything
Or trade a single second
So I continue waiting
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
CalmCalm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take your Time to see through the eyes
Of a Child running and playing
Go with the Flowing River and meet Mother Water
As Spirit Ocean and Spirit Shore
Be the wings of Spirit Eagle, Hawk and Falcon
Gaze over the Lands and Horizons of your Ancestors
To the Tellings of Spirit Tree and Bloosom
Spirit Fern and Grandfather Stone
Upon you Stomach and be connected
With your dear Mother Earth
And Embrace your personal Totem Dream
Open your Heart for your Spirit Dream
Lie down in the arms of Father Sun
Hear him singing to you and listen to his soft voice
Great Spirit and unite with him
Make yourself one with Father Sun
Mother Earth and Grandmother Moon
Sister Dew and Brother Dawn
Spirit Night and Daughter Year
Star Spirits and Father Sky
Sisika, Wolf, Bear, Frog and Turtle
Snake, Iktomi, Coyote, Whale and Butterfly
Have faith in me pg 2 The girl giggled at me happily, scooting closer to me so she could help more. "I'm Anna" the girl said to me. I didn't care though.Have faith in me pg 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Storm" I said bluntly
I sighed, building my castle in silence. Anna wouldn't leave me alone though. She kept going on and on talking about herself. Guess she wanted to be friends. But I didn't want friends, I couldn't bare the pain if they hurt me. I jumped when I felt Anna touch my hand, blushing a little. She smiled at me warmly, as if she was trying to get my attention.
"You're really quiet Storm" Anna commented to me
I gazed at her, then began to growl. I slapped her hand away from mine, glaring at her angrily.
"Leave me alone Anna! You shouldn't get involved with me!" I snapped at her, my jaws clenching together.
I hated that smile of hers. Even though I was so cruel, she still didn't leave. I couldn't take her kindness! I got to my feet, glaring down at her angrily.
"Go away!" I barked at her, her eyes gazing at mine.
"Why?" she asked c
BarefootTwigs snap underfoot.Barefoot4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pebbles pierce like thorns.
Thorns pierce like knives.
Perhaps I should put on some shoes.
Life is LoveLife is LoveLife is Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life is Love and Love is Life
They walk together hand in hand
Without friends there is no family
Without Kindness there is no Appreciation
Without Life there is no Love
I Doubt ItIt's something I have never foundI Doubt It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that moment where you breathe for two people
when your life becomes theirs and their life becomes yours
when you would give up yourself just to see them smile
maybe that happened once, a sort of halfway version of that, that I was too scared to see
I long for it, even if I think it's a myth
that moment where you don't pass them with a wave to go sit with your friends
an existence for you and only for you
where my life becomes about you
I would tuck you into my bed each night and hold you
your hands would be my sanctuary
perhaps it isn't to be, for someone as cold as me
but I'd like to warm somebody with my body heat someday
to live for them and only them
I just doubt something like that exists
StreetsideStreetside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it trembles, a
crooked form caught
in a black sea,
stagnant now the
still waters rumble
with the passing of cars and
unmoving eyes, casting deep
shadows over its
it croaks, a feathery wing outstretched,
a mouth, wide open
unable to utter a single
The Animal(Howl into my ear;The Animal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
give me your claws.
I want the animal in you;
in you I shall nest.)
Take your clothes off, take them off for me.
Let me see the scars and the marks,
those dark moles and faint sun spots.
I want to memorize the way your fur grows.
I want to tickle my cheeks with your goose bumps.
Let me count the bruises and the cuts.
I'll bless them with names;
I'll lick away the blood stains.
We can lie skin to skin for days.
I have enough kisses for your brows and lashes,
for nails, teeth and toes, for thighs and knees;
in your curves and dents I'll nuzzle my nose.
Let me see your skin dance.
Through and around; your every breath performs,
through and around, an ancient holy chant.
I don't want your dreams; forget the ifs and the maybes.
All those regrets you carry are nothing but sad stories.
You don't have to utter a single word;
your body holds all the promises.
Don't tell me any secrets, hold your confessions;
just take your clothes off, take them off for me.
© 2012 melekelif
JourneyElevenJourney2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’m part of a local kids’ theatre group
I get all the lead roles;
I am confident.
I’m on registers for being
‘Gifted and Talented’;
My future is bright.
I’m not popular or pretty
But I’m too innocent;
I don’t see why it should matter.
I start high school.
My friend’s mum picks me up.
I get home.
She’s in the hospital.
They lie to me;
She has a
I believe them.
‘Ellie, I have cancer.’
I never trust anyone again.
I quit the theatre club.
Mum isn’t worse,
So I assume she’s
We go to Italy,
Me and her.
We have fun.
Yeah, she’s definitely getting better.
My mum can’t die;
In and out of hospital.
Living off of
Everyone acts like I know.
I don’t know anyth