Not aloneNo, I'm not aloneNot alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At one time I thought so
But never before had I felt
The earth cry with me
For so long I had missed
Not only its tears of sorrow
But Its hands reaching out as if to say
"I'm with you"
All it took was a moment
The breeze carrying messages
I so long had missed
The wind whips like a sigh
Thunder, a shout of joy
It knows it's not alone
I'm not alone
You're not alone
These Four WallsThese four walls look at me with unsympathetic eyesThese Four Walls3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
While I stare back blankly, longing for blue skies
Wondering at the absence of anything tangible
A white mist fills the room, dreamy, peaceable
And I scream at the walls I cannot decipher
Longing, lusting, wanting, needing-
I want to feel not sleep nor dreaming
But, rather, the chill of a Russian winter,
The roasting inferno of Hell and Purgatory
The shiver of pain, of living and being real
These all tell a morbid, sordid story
But 'tis a better thing than to kneel
You Wouldn't CareYou wouldn't really care, would you?You Wouldn't Care3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I were to leave this neighborhood
And never return, even for Christmas
If I were to go to a new white house
With baby blue shutters
And a white picket fence
With a Retriever, a Lab, and a tabby
A husband; two children, a boy
and a girl-
No, you wouldn't care in the slightest
So I might as well pack up and leave
(Except I won't, because, to be honest,
I really, really wish that you would)
NumbWhat is this feeling?Numb3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't understand.
I want to explain
But I don't think I can.
Is it really true?
Am I turning this numb?
It just can't be!
I must feel some!
Why is this happening?
Why can't I feel?
Is this all just a dream
Or is all of this real?
Someone please tell me.
Please help me feel.
I'm so tired of feeling numb.
I just wanna heal.
The pain, the sorrow,
The joy, the tears.
Yes! I want all of them!
Even all the fears!
I'm so wanting,
Longing to feel again.
This curse is so haunting,
It's like a dead end.
So, if I were you,
Be glad you can feel.
Be thankful you're not numb.
At least you are real.
she has no ideaIn the end, we sparsely breathe.she has no idea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're teetering slowly across
the despairing trilogy of the end of our lives.
Scattered smiles of death are trailing our floating body,
and we look up at him, not sure that we should even mumble a word.
And so it goes, love is desperate, reckless, and humble.
small bumblebees tumble from our lips in the form of song,
and we think to ourselves that this is what heaven must be like.
I never even think about love.
It's there, it's gone.
it's repairing itself again.
Maybe I want to help someone.
Maybe someone wants to help me.
I was looking for her today,
somewhere I know I can find her,
in a brand new coat of youth,
and we're so similar.
But she has no idea.
FallenI can find no comfort,Fallen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When life and happiness seems to always slip away.
When sorrow and regret,
Is my only company.
When myself do I hate,
For I have lost
My golden city.
My wings have been ripped from my back,
So I no longer fly among the clouds.
But bleed in the dark corner of misery.
I lost my way.
I lost the light.
I lost the key.
That gave me flight.
That made me see.
But now I am wounded and can no longer fly
Among the clouds of heaven.
I can no longer hear the angles sing and the cherubs play.
But it does not matter any more,
For I have lost everything.
And within losing everything,
I lost myself.
SometimesSometimes we feel like there is no hopeSometimes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We sit around and mope and mope
Sometimes we feel down and beat
Sometimes we wonder how we will make ends meet
Sometimes we cry and sob and curse
Sometime we feel things can't get any worse
Sometimes we wonder how we'll get through the day
Our tempers as hot as the month of May
But here is one thing I say to you
Whenever you are down or feeling blue
There is one thing you can do
Sit right down and think things through
Life it too short to be all in a dither
For our lives are short like a flower that withers
So close your eyes and listen well
Things will get better and in time will tell
Every day is a gift please remember that
Every day that ends is one we will never get back!
So read this message that I wrote
When sometimes you feel like there is no hope
Cheer up and don't worry about what people might say
Live, love, relax and go enjoy your day!
My Heart, My ChoiceEvery person that I've metMy Heart, My Choice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would tell me that I get no respect
From the beautiful girl that I like best
So they'll laugh at me till I get upset
It's hypocrisy at its best
Since people who call me friend, I'll have to detest
And their ignorant guess are causing me stress
Because some of it gets in my head, but I've left few without breath
They'll not choose the directions I'll take
Because now I know what's real and what's fake
They just can't understand the feeling I've obtained
They want to remove the happiness that I've gained
But my heart is true, so I will never be changed
Caffeine AddictI adore that addictive aromatic aroma,Caffeine Addict3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which wakes my senses in a senseless morning,
When my eyes are bound in an eternity of sleeping.
I drink it like the intoxicating ambrosia of angels,
And then I spend the rest of time in a caffeine coma.
I enjoy that enriching essential essence,
Which calms my anger in an anarchic day,
When my mind is lost in a mania of delay.
I thirst for it's poisonous nectar like some necrophiliac,
And then I dream the rest of time in a caffeine conscience.
I love that potently positive poison,
Which lights my mood in a mournful night,
When my soul is dead in a suffering of might.
I desire that drink as black as demon's blood,
And then I waste the rest of time in a caffeine cuisine.
-Self Sacrifice- a short story-Self Sacrifice- a short story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why would they put a picture like this in the news paper?" Minnie leaned over my shoulder to take a better look. Her deep brown eyes couldn't comprehend the real horror.
"But it's not a scary picture, Adair. You can't even see any blood."
"Just knowing there's a dead person under that costume gives me the creeps." I didn't need to look at the picture anymore. The grimy polyester fox fur and slumping figure were permanently burned into my memory. I balled up the newspaper and tossed it into the street where we found it.
Minnie's mechanical legs whirred and clicked as we walked along the dirty city streets. I knew there was a man targeting the homeless and killing them like animals. It was deeply troubling. I had to get Minnie out of the city.
"We'll go check the dumpsters behind that restaurant." She took hold of my hand and walked a littl
The Broken SilhouetteI see a dark figure fallingThe Broken Silhouette3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the inky night
I can hear him calling
But no one hears his plight.
Crawling through the blackness
I strain to hear his voice
I feel I must attack this
Endless and eternal night.
The safety net has gone away
We all fall eventually
We all will go astray
And some of us intentionally.
We're all broken silhouettes
Falling through life
We can't anyone clearly hear
But we shed not a woeful tear.
For we know no fear
The safety net is here
It'll save us all
It will break our fall.
When we touch the ground
Unscathed, safe, and sound
We find what broke our fall
Was collectively provided by us all.
Shadows fall softly upon the ground
Where mangled, twisted bodies are found
Shadows dance across the darkened sky
Forever in the ground we lie.
Now or LaterTo date you now,Now or Later3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or to date you later?
To risk it all,
Or to save it for later?
To date you now?
Or to date you later.
To risk it all?
Or to save it for later.
Hello, stranger.Hello, strangerHello, stranger.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Under other circumstances;
I wouldn't be standing here.
Tell me, stranger
Why would I take chances
When I always have that fear?
Why is it still the same,
Even after all these years?
Is life just a game?
And why does it always come to tears?
How am I supposed to fight,
When I know that I can't?
Tell me, stranger
Is it only black and white?
Or is there grey where I stand?
I'm sorry, stranger,
But no matter what you say
I'm still haunted by screams.
And wherever you lay
I wish you sweet dreams.
take my lifeThe never ending tears,take my life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The silent screams,
The pain drifting in me,
The sound of isolation,
I'm tired of this.
I'm tired of everything.
Waiting for death to come get me,
To take me away from all of this,
To give me a new beginning,
To take away the numb feeling inside.
To Take my life away.
RosePetal by petal,Rose3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time flies right on by me,
The rose never fades.
PleaseI want you to love mePlease3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little like I love you.
Like lovers kissing
For the first time that
It sets the world on fire.
And I plan to burn down
With it because I keep failing
To realize that I'm more than
Just a body for you to touch,
A body for you to hold.
You arms around my ribs
Makes me feel so fragile,
But so safe that I could not
Possibly break while you
And I can feel you hand slipping
From mine even though I beg
You to stay because I hate
The word goodbye and how
You look as you walk away.
I want you to remember me
When you arrive.
And I want you to remember me
When you leave me behind.
We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.We Will Never Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.
You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.
We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving because you
Promised me that we would be again, remember?
You held my hand for a second too long and
Told me that you would see me tomorrow.
And I believed you because your eyes had that same
Warm look in them that you always got when
You would tell me something important.
I've seen you three times since then, and we
Have walked away from each other
Cold, so coldTrying to leach the cold from dead hands with a fire is like trying to buy happiness with money, no matter how hot the hands get from the fire, as soon as you move them away they start to become cold again.Cold, so cold3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MeI have been called many things in my life:Me3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ib - Memories Crannies - Chapter 1Chapter 1Ib - Memories Crannies - Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ib walked into her school, forced to squeeze her way through the corridors to her first class: art. It was time to see if the substitute teacher was any good. As she settled down into one of the chairs, she looked around and saw that there was no one. She sighed; that was a good start. She had arrived before the teacher himself.
"I am so sorry I'm late I-" A roughly twenty-year old man with fascinatingly purple hair and a maimed blue coat stopped as he took in the fact that there was only one girl here, "Ah. How are you Ib?" He said with a smile and said girl looked up immediately from her book. Garry frowned; who was Ib? How could he possibly know her name? If it was her name; it probably wasn't. Although, come to think of it, 'Ib' wasn't a very common name in the first place. Garry didn't even know it existed; yet the name had felt so familiar and normal rolling over his tongue. Anyway, it would only make matters worse if the girl responded.
"Sorry, what di
The Truth of InsideLook at me,The Truth of Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me what you see
What you see with your eyes
What is deep in your mind?
I'll stay in my disguise
You're not looking at the real guy
The real guy is hiding inside
Talk to me and you'll regret all the lies
Stop judging from a distance
Come close so we can be friends
But truthfully, because hypocrisy will make us enemies
Then I'll start thinking you're a fiend
If we understand and accept each other
We can become closer, even like brothers
Until then, go to your good friends
Even though I'm the real friend you could have gained
Stainless PityStainless Pity3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Great War was the most horrid and terrible conflict I have ever witnessed. The grotesque warfare involving that of the trenches, the attacks from the airplanes above, the destruction of ships with torpedoes, even the science of chemistry had been abused during this time. To worsen the already demonic circumstances, I was an army doctor.
In the June of 1914, I was once again stationed in the land of South Africa. To be precise, a hundred kilometers from the golden city of Johannesburg. If you may recall, my prior stay in South Africa was during the Second Boer War. When I encountered the curious incident of the hounds of Johannesburg, which I have dubbed the Devil's Rage. I know once again take up my pen to write of a curious incident of mine in South Africa.
The malicious Germans had attacked British territory; in retaliation the Regina had sent in His Majesty's troops to defend our territory. Although in this familiar set of circumstances the
To Build A HopeThere is a place without joy. It is the end of everything. A hollowed tree filled with needles and lighters, nails and razor blades and cigarettes embedded in rotten lungs. A painting without edges, born of monsters and shards of might-have-beens. There is a place where a child used to play, a child that lasted for a billionth of a blink. There is a place and it is my mind.To Build A Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a time when I did not sleep. When my feet drummed on spiked gravel from dawn till dawn. When the numbers on a counter dictated everything I consumed. When a bite of lettuce meant an extra 50 crunches. Food was life and life was food and life was not living. Living meant hell trapped within my head in a place without joy. There was a time I was dying.
There was a bed and a skeleton. 12 stabs in each arm to find a shrivelled blood vessel. Drip. Drip. Drip. "This will give you strength," they said. "This will make you fat," I heard. Drip. Drip. Drip. And the radio crackled and sang. Crackled and sang a