GoneThere's a door inside my head.Gone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's trapped me here and I can't get out.
Every time I reach for the handle
Pain sears throughout my body and I retreat back in my mind.
I can't come through.
My thoughts are contained.
The outside world is a muffled scream
Trying to get through to me, but failing each time.
I pound both fists on the door.
But it doesn't even make a sound.
My attempts are feeble and I scream out
But all is silent in the nothingness inside my head.
I finally give up and let the black envelope me.
I slowly fade away as I embrace the darkness.
It folds around me and takes me away
Into the pain and loneliness inside my mind.
And the door opens up when I'm gone.
UglyUglyUgly4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The girl was graced with angelic beauty,
A halo of gold silk and wide blue eyes.
But it made her snide, it made her snooty;
Life was a contest and she was the prize.
Young travelers came from across the land,
Offering gifts of most divine nature.
She truly had them under her command,
Yet she still was as cold as a glacier.
One spring day, a man appeared at her door.
He was tired, he was visibly weak.
To that girl, the weary man was a bore,
And moved on to a man with fine physique.
He refused to relent, and the next day,
He gave her a package, tied up with string.
She laughed in his face, for that was her way,
Saying "I care not for the things you bring."
The man saw what others refused to see;
Ugliness was found deep within her heart.
So a curse was placed, under the oak tree,
An old spell that made her beauty depart.
And then her body matched her horrid soul,
A vision that made men run to the hills.
But she did not hide; she went for a stroll;
The terrified faces gave her some th
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
The DarknessYour're dreaming. Somehow you know you're dreaming because this can't be real. All around you there is nothing but darkness, black and unyielding. Never before have you been faced with such a velvety pitch black. It seems to stir, to move around you, caressing and biting your arms and legs. You can't see it or hear it move, but you can feel it. As the darkness swirls about you, you can't tell if you are floating or standing or if you're in a confined space or an open area.The Darkness4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Everything is confusing, out of place, yet you understand. It is complete and total chaos but in your mind it makes sense. You don't know how, but this darkness... you've felt it before, you know it.
You know the darkness and, somehow, the darkness knows you.
Rabbit Hole to HellFollow the hare in the waist coatRabbit Hole to Hell4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With horns instead of ears
Blood flowing from its throat
Alice ignores all her fears
He runs into the forest
Knarled branches reaching for the pair
Scratching her face, arms and breast
Getting menacingly close to its lair
'Come Alice, down't dawdle, there's no time to lose'
Yellow fangs dripping and oozing with blood
'But perhpas your head, should the queen choose'
It cackled, it's eyes the color of mud
'The Mad Hatter is waiting, ready for tea
His mutilated guests hold no remorse
Because, dear Alice, you see
You're the main course'
He jumped down a rotting hole
Limbs sticking out the side
Ready to steal the innocent's soul
There's not point in trying to hide
Black decaying teeth sharp to the point
The grinning cat called to Alice
Head twisted out of its joint
Drawing her towards a world of malice
Alice peered in, eyes wide with curiosity
The limbs snatched for her face
They stole her with frightening velocity
Down the the damned underplace
As she fell
DormantReality is a prison.Dormant4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Reality is a prison.
Reality is a prison.
Reality is a prison.
Show your best face,
That's the only way to win.
And to escape this place,
Embrace the immortal sin.
Reality is a prison,
And you are the iron.
So, listen to this sermon,
Of how all we do is crime.
And someone tells you
It's all in your mind.
Therapist of fools.
It must be so exciting,
To be somewhere far from me.
It must be so enticing,
To finally be able to see.
You were born in
This world of truth and rules.
Alive with burned skin,
Running from the devil's tools.
You designed a place for home,
Far far away from stones,
They called you a witch,
And in turn, they got burned
And you turned out all the possibilities,
Trying to find a place warm and oh so cozy.
But he grabbed your arm and dragged you away,
Kicking and screaming. Constantly Dreaming!
Show your best face,
That's the only way to win.
And to escape this place,
Embrace the immortal sin.
Reality is a prison.
Reality is a prison.
Reality is a pr
True FearTrue Fear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit and watch as my happiness runs around me
I look down tears begin to form under my eyes
they spill on to the floor my happiness stops
and comes to my side i pick it up and throw it
it lands across the room it falls to the floor hurt
I feel a smile come to my face a sinister smile
i get up and look at the happiness lay there
emotionless i laugh it tries to get up but it knows
it's been defeated I walk away i talk to myself " I
will never need that rotten thing no now that ive
got hate" i walk only stopping when i reach the window
I look down and on the window's edge I go
I sit watching as the world turns dark, children
becoming monsters adults ready to leave this
place this world of hate and torror I begin to laugh
"this place is a bitter world always being taken over
by the things we always push away" I jump down talking
to the air "the one true thing to fear... Is the fear of being
taken over" and down i fall untill my emotionless body
lays on the ground leaving this place of ter
SwanShe moves so softlySwan4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the hem of her white dress brushing against her thighs
she is the space between your teeth
and the itch on the tip of your nose
She is the girl in the garden
with yellow roses braided in her hair
and the sun wrapped around her ankles
her lips are berry stained pink
and her eyes are like pools of water,
resting someplace you wish you could be
Her hair is soft and fine like milkweed
and forever brushing against her cheek with the wind
Her fingers are like butterflies,
fragile and fluttering,
curious for your touch
she wants to tell you how she wishes
she could paint her golden orange wings across your face
but her tongue is salt water
You lie still beside her
and listen to hear the spirit of the trees
and try not to worry how long it will be
before the wind sweeps her away
Put Us Back TogetherThough there be a thousand facesPut Us Back Together4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
extended in a throng,
I know each one's good graces
and those that I have wronged.
The mem'ries never fading
and all the times relating.
For when I had the circumstance
I never had even a small chance.
It is a sober thing
to hold a failure in your hands.
And recognize the sting
that I laid in where I stand.
I could say my name
and you could tell me yours.
But without pursued fame
what worth is mine to yours?
So I consider the inner mystery
that we wrestle through our history:
That pain should come without my bidding
and make a home within my heart.
But I defy this, as is fitting.
For there is more than what life starts.
Pain comes as a hooded blessing.
That we may come together and know
that while this life becomes distressing,
we are stronger together than we are alone.
ProcessA spoon departs the tips of my fingers.Process2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ponderings of greenery.
Spillage of assets.
.Pastes of pity.
A vanishing, perhaps?
A Bitter, Better ColdI tick the time awayA Bitter, Better Cold3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in the ever shortening days
and I wonder if you still remember when you
used to draw us.
I remember the grains of graphite staining the tips
of your fingers
and the momentary conquering
of distance over the faded blue lines.
I wonder if all memories are fit only to serve themselves,
if they are only paintings in rooms of a Hermitage of cold and beautiful art.
So I start
to the reminiscing
which holds us no closer to the touch we're missing.
And so I sing again, again
to teach my heart to defend, again.
That somehow I might sleep away
the worse thoughts of a damning day
I'll rock myself to sleep in here
away from the dust
away from the fear.
trickles in my ears and leaves its bitter salt
leaves a funk of disposition
that sets me flat-footed on the fighting floor of life.
It's simple to trip over my own hearstrings
and break my nose on a gilded floor.
How sweet it must be to have a skin sewn tight
thoughts of youi would like to remember you by your silences, by the tiny nuances and way you wrote your words slanted. i hold onto the moments at night when i am neither sad nor lonely without you, and i always wish they would stay a bit longer. you were like my favourite ring that i wore everyday, and then suddenly one day you were gone; lost to a sink or a street sewer.thoughts of you4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i will always think of you as a piece of art-strokes of colour and longing and mess all balled up into one tiny portrait. you are a thought in my heart that is always warm with remembrance and peace. sometimes i wonder if you think of me at night, if in your heart you remember me as a soft pillow as i remember you, but then i realize i am being silly.
and so i go to bed and try to rest my mind from thoughts of you.
SoulxMaka - 100 Theme1. IntroductionSoulxMaka - 100 Theme6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The song sounds like you. It's pretty."
He turned around to look at the girl, surprised. That was pretty? This girl was insane. But it must have been the kind of insane he liked, because when she held out her hand, he took it.
Love was such a hard emotion, full of tricks and sadness but also undeniable joy. It was love that kept him tied to his Master, he'd discovered. Not her laugh or her smile, and it sure as HELL wasn't her Maka Chops. It was love.
Whereas he radiated darkness, she radiated light.
The dark room was his own personal Hell, with the black piano and the little demon, but when she was there, it wasn't so bad anymore.
5. Seeking Solace
He sought solace in her warm green eyes, so when those eyes closed forever, he died with her.
6. Break Away
To break away from the madness, one needed joy, love, and peace. And they got that from ea
youi learned a lot after i met you.you7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first thing i learned was that
some people just pretend to be okay
but inside theyre breaking.
a lot of things (i mean people, and i mean you)
are not always what they seem to be.
another thing i learned was that
all good things come to an end.
(but maybe in our case, it was for the best.)
theres a fine line between
love and hate.
i could never decide which one
i should have used to describe you.
you once told me
that i looked prettiest when i cried.
(but i think you just liked seeing me hurt.)
sometimes, when its late
and no one else is home
(i dont see whats so pretty about it.)
BreadThe ability to lie without liability,Bread2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the perfection of the silver tongue.
When gawky stares become gazes of adoration,
Is that the love of one?
When brutally short words become sweet,
and my lies become nothing but fancied myths.
When my brick walls become bread,
Then maybe that’ll be the end.
But for now, I stare out my prison,
And sing my own designated song.
Waiting for the promised happiness,
That was supposed to take me all along.
what is meant by playing deadthe house looks like helium. it is faded with cold as its body, thickets of slatted wood painted palely. shutters are closed eyelids, unbearable lightness to the miserly scene before them.what is meant by playing dead6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
these streets are cobbled and winter-bleached, colours in hibernation save for three bodies of varying paleness lying slatternly in its centre.
bones compounded, salted twigs in white shades bent and broken; there is no blood, just an overwhelming taste of death.
who's that? a bloodless face murmurs from its position on the axis of the recumbent spine.
think his name's johnny, a nearby body whispers.
it's not, the broken limbs in question croaks.
the wind calls for a hush. feet shuffle in stumbling waves, the way they would at a wake, before the judgemental face of the open casket.
are they all dead? a crisp voice calls.
the bodies on the cold road cringe at the sharpness of the sound. a bird rustles the newspapers just fallen from the basket.
a black boot taps a girl's shattere
how it goesthis is how it goes; you meet a boy and you think he's cute and you hope that maybe someday you will kiss the nape of his neck. the ache grows inside of you like a tumour, you feel it pulsing every single day and there is a piece inside of you that hopes he likes you back.how it goes4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
then you start to doubt it, you start to think you're ugly and your chubby and your clothes aren't pretty, but then you realize if you want him to like you, you have to like you as well. so you start to like yourself more, you're happier and you think he likes you back, which makes everything so much better.
one day he walks you to the bus and you wonder how time managed to put you here, and you see his lips moving but all you hear is the sound of your heart hammering. you agree to go on a date with him, and you try hard not to maul him when you hug him goodbye. you sit on the bus smiling and miss your stop, but it's alright, because it's a breathtaking day.
things are beautiful for a long time, trees look like they
letter he'll never sendDo you remember when we first met? It was my millionth foster home - your first. And you were so scared, and your eyes were puffy and your skin was like paper and you clung for dear life to the blonde social worker with the pretty smile. And then she left; I remember thinking you looked like you were drowning.letter he'll never send4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You know, I was so glad we ended up being roommates. All I ever really wanted to do was take care of you. I wanted to know you, I wanted to understand you, I wanted to be the person you needed so badly in your life. And I can't believe we were both only nine; when I think about it, it seems like we must have been so much older.
But you were always old for your age.
And I remember how no one but me ever heard your voice. You talked in glares and growls, and sometimes you sounded so feral I could swear they'd just taken you out of the jungle. And you'd talk to me, and smile and laugh, and it killed me because I could always see how amazing you were. But no one else could.
morningssunday.mornings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the croissant crumbles in my fingers
buttery flakes drift towards mismatched
and your lips are stained with
sleep clings to your eyes
like a shadow
and i watch you breathe, while
i trace your collarbone with
we wake before the alarm
and count how many times the
neighbor's dog barks
before she finally lets him in.
your soft laugh blends perfectly into
the early morning sun.
your fingers trace the curve
of my spine
the old window rattles
in the wind
and i press my cold toes against your leg.
i mumble how the faded, flowery wallpaper
looks pretty in the sun.
you tell me i look prettier.
i tickle your cheek with my eyelashes
and make my fingers do
off your nose
and wonder out loud why
the room smells like oranges
[you tell me you ate some
for a midnight snack.]
ti wrote you a lettert3 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
the sickness of breathingi thank god's handsthe sickness of breathing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for creating you
and bearing you
and i fear the day
that he takes you away.
i wish you all the wellness
bubbling up from the ground,
and all the mud from which
we were each made.
and all the same,
i know better than to
when i feel
you will stay.
tonight, i know you
will leave me
when you do,
i need you to
kiss me like your mother
kissed your father
the day she left you
packed her suitcase
full of flowered clothing,
and shut the front door behind her
colour the desperation
quietly on your face.
i want to see you feel
before you turn
away from me;
i want to see you hurt
the way i did
when you left,
time and time again,
with an ache
no more wild
Almost Icarusi. There were days when I could hold my breathAlmost Icarus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fear would tiptoe back
into the empty spaces between my fingers
and where my wisdom teeth used to be.
ii. I broke my ankles trying to dance with you
and that should have been a warning
but the x-ray machine said I could still fly
so I grew wings and hobbled back
home to you.
iii. It makes sense that Mercury
was the god of poetry and thievery and boundaries,
because words were always more beautiful
when they were captured and kept
in between ink and paper,
and the heartbeats they spun
were not so palpable an ache.
iv. I was always told flight
wasn't an option unless you ran headfirst
but they never told me
that to taste the sky
I had to stop licking my un-wounds,
the parts of me I thought were missing --
empty spaces that never meant
I wasn't w
even at four ami want to kiss you in the simplest of ways; so softly and delicately that i could be a rose petal. i would make you english breakfast tea at four in the morning if you wanted that, and i would let you kiss me after having a cigarette even though i disapprove of you smoking.even at four am4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i think you make me a better person when i am around you, and when i leave your side i want to cry because i feel so many things and i don't know how to tell them to you. when you say certain words you have an accent and i think it's cute and i wish you didn't have to feel so alone because i will always be here to hold you.
today we were saying goodbye and we hugged and you put your head on top of mine and i wanted to stay there forever and just cry into your coat about all the sad things that the world holds.
i felt so free when we walked today; you remind me of a song where the harmonies blend together like a smile.