Sleeping like the deadShe is always weirded out by spiders. They run too damn fast.Sleeping like the dead2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their legs are spindly and black and pointy. Just something so wrong about that.
There shouldn't be anything in this world that exists small, that would be horrific if made large.
He loves bugs. All kinds of bugs. Big, small, green, black. Crunchy ones are best. The ones
that when stepped on make a nice cracking sound and spew guts.
That's what he loves.
She cannot sleep. Not much. Not easily.
She sees arms reaching toward her in the dark. Always in that stage
right before she falls asleep. The bridge to sleep is blocked by
He sleeps like a log, especially after a kill. Always after a kill. The warmer the blood,
the slower the death, the more pitiful the cries for mercy, the better the sleep.
It never ceases to amaze him.
The power of murder.
The smell of autumn comforts her. The cool breeze soothes as the curtains flow outward.
The full moon shines in and she cannot see spider
The DragonWhere once I was cunning, now I am wise.The Dragon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where once I was fragile, now I am strong.
Where once I was selfish, now I am selfless.
Where once I was aimless, now I have purpose.
Where once I was a killer, now I am a guardian.
I am a serpent all the same, but where once I was a snake...
Now I am a dragon.
Ready to DieReady to Die3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fear consumed me. My body froze, every particle of blood solidifying into ice. It was as if every bit of oxygen had been torn away from me and I was left with nothing but empty lungs. Goose bumps rose on my skin, which was covered by nothing but an old, unfitted, dirty ragged dress. I couldn't feel the pain that had throbbed from the graze on my knee any more; nor could I feel the blood trickle down my leg. All I could sense was the bitterly cold air, and how the frozen moisture reached out its long icy fingers to kiss my bare skin. Sweat broke out on my forehead, immediately turning into beads of ice. The frost on the trees glinted in what little sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves. I would have thought the scenery was the most breath-taking sight - if it wasn't for the figure that was the root of the threads of fear that pierced and sowed through the core of my body. I heard the satisfied growl from behind me, but I stood motionless, unable to move. I heard footsteps behind m
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
The WolfBones crackling over skin.The Wolf4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mournful optimist after a mercy killing.
The living dead scream sweet sorrow.
Idiotic Wisdom betrays an open secret.
Blood flooding the streets.
Cruel happiness makes for sweet pain.
The killer staring at the moon with yellow eyes.
back then,i was a wildflower girl,back then,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(battle the mountain,
savor the rain.)
2 am, this is when i miss you most, because
i am not atlas,
i cannot carry the world
on my shoulders,
in the darkness,
in my shadows,
so i will just tell myself
to hang onto
hope, because i have nothing left anymore, not even
the boy who tasted my name
like sucre on his lips, not even
the boy who knew
every inch of me
in the moonlight,
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,Solitude2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
Real Men Write Poetry-Slam PoemHello, my name is Anna,Real Men Write Poetry-Slam Poem3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or "Blue" if you please.
I am a poet and so is,
Zach, Corbin, Harrison, and Kenji.
We have a passion,
a will to write,
and I don't think you have the right to stop us.
You say that we were just kids who searched for misery,
and you say that boys aren't fit to write poetry.
But those four men I just introduced,
are in my eyes so much stronger than you.
Yes I am a girl,
so call me a hypocrite,
but I'm finding it ironic,
that you think these men,
would have a problem with you.
Maybe you're the little boy inside,
look we get it, wont you just apologize?
Do you know how much effort,
that they put into their work?
I promise you,
that to me they're lifesavers,
They're believers, they're creators,
and all around life changers.
They take me away from this reality,
and pull me into their wonderful poetry.
I can't help but fall in love with their words on the paper,
losing myself in their iambic pentameter.
No matter what words you use or say,
you will never take th
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.The girl in the pond3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she had been so carelessly abandoned.
It was my duty to remember her.
I took the memory of her and stuffed it away
for safe keeping
The rest was just a shell
now empty and soon decayed.
Then I left
leaving only the pond behind to swallow its secrets.
BonesLoveBones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is less about flowers
than it is
about Monday mornings,
when all the world
dreads the commute,
to share a space with you.
of serenades and starlight,
I often find myself
inside of mundane fantasies,
of your shower wet hair,
so snugly together
in dashboard light
like lips and hips
in the blue glow
satellite stereo screens,
long to take you
So many men
seek the perfection
that have no basis
want to dive head first
tangled up in every complication
that is us.
My love --
you are the everything
flaws and highlights,
and all of your bad,
of a lifetime spent longing
which only you possess,
am not -ever-
going to give up on
Ivy and The BirdIvy tangled to the lattice,Ivy and The Bird2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cling to the darkest crevice,
Stretching to another thing,
Arms stretched forward toward the gleam,
Bird which suckles the flowered stem,
Sings soul of the ivy which bend.
The bird soared but ivy curled,
Wishing it could see the world.
Ivy envies the bird which sings,
And it’s heavenly daring dreams.
Bird which flutters high in spring,
Flies no more with injured wing.
Invisibility (trade: deerrose6)It was annoying, really, that Matthew Williams could be forgotten time and time again, but could never disappear when the bullies decided to pick on him.Invisibility (trade: deerrose6)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The young Canadian held his glasses protectively to his chest, fearing that otherwise they’d be broken. It wouldn’t be the first time; the fragile frames always seemed to be the target of fists. Cruel laughter greeted him from every angle. He refused to cry, refused to show any weakness, not in that way.
Not that there was any truth to his desire to ‘remain strong’. He wasn’t strong to begin with. He never had been. Never would be. Alfred was the strong one, not him.
A tear escaped him.
Suddenly a loud voice interrupted the mocking laughter. “Hey!” The shout was loud, angry, rang with a shockingly strong foreign accent. “You leave him alone!”
The first of the bullies glared at the approaching Italian. “Or what?”
Feliciano put his hands up, closing them into fists.
BuckwheatI bite into an apple,Buckwheat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping that it might grace me with
The juice that runs down my chin
Ultimate Showdown Song ParodyThe Ultimate Battle of League of Legends Champions Song ParodyUltimate Showdown Song Parody5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Parody of The Ultimate Showdown of the Ultimate Destiny
By Zach Melmet
Fed chogath was feasting about
The league like it was an in-n-out
When suddenly hiemerdinger burst from the shade
And hit chogath with a cussion grenade
Chogath got pissed and began to scream
But got distracted by nidalee
Who proceeded to pounce him in cougar stance
When sona came and made them all dance
And sona started singing a cool beat
When she got hit by evelynns feet
But before Evelyn could shadow walk away
Amumu hugged her asked to stay
But amumu started crying from all of his fears
And drowned Evelyn in all of his tears
Then he became sad and ran away
But tf ulted in the way
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Silences stuns and spell casting
As far as the fog of war
And only 1 can beat all
And take home all the winnings
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Chogath ate all of twisted fate
Adolescent Prisonerin the back of my mind,Adolescent Prisoner2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a child, with bleeding knuckles,
banging against the walls of my hysteria.
i won't let her escape -
because no one will love her.
Everything You BorrowedOn Sunday afternoon,Everything You Borrowed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after exiting the church,
you plucked the sun from the sky
and hid it in your palms
so that when I held your hands
they would no longer be cold.
When Monday night arrived
you snatched every single star
and used my tears to make
Tuesday's empty dawn shone
through the cracks of the door--
you stole the promise of what
could never be
and draped it around my shoulders.
After Wednesday's twilight passed,
you grabbed the clouds
and wove a tapestry of lies
that I hung on the walls
of my prison.
Thursday crept through us
on silent tiptoes,
waiting for us to take notice--
instead, we merely waited
for midnight to come.
The dusk of Friday waned
while you stripped it of its sorrows
and sewed them into my skin.
When Saturday came
you tried to steal the moon;
I watched as you stood on your tombstone
and stretched to reach it.
You fell, then--
fell, broke your neck,
and landed six feet under.
I couldn't cry afterwards,
for you had taken my agony
and washed it out to
Skeletal RemainsI read your bones after the firestorm.Skeletal Remains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The silence suits us, the smell consumes us.
Our bodies have been savaged by the flames: eaten.
Blackened by the fierce fire. Ambers still left,
Dancing in our eaten flesh - flickering like incandescents.
We've been entirely devoured, and yet - no regrets.
By our own devices, a fire we both started.
un-writers blockI've been in a good head space my mind has been freeun-writers block4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Recently nothing's been bothering me
The problem with this is I had nothing to write
The blissful acceptance blocked my sight
The tables are turning things are troubling me now
The flow gets easier, it's freeing some how
I don't like this cycle the pain let's me speak
Silenced when I'm happy, frustrated when I'm weak
Ghosts of Youghosts of you are everywhere;Ghosts of You3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
remInding me, alwayS There.
i dIdn't mean to say goodbye;
was just afraid to ask you why:
why you bLushed and why you sighed;
we didn't rushthat's why we died.
the gLow faded, our Love fought;
i wish i'd knOwn what you thought.
i neVer knEw what You wanted;
nOw i'm stuck with being haUnted.
Another poemYadda yadda yadda dreamAnother poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yadda yadda yadda yadda moonlight
Yadda yadda yadda stream
Yadda yadda yadda bird
Yadda yadda yadda yadda heart
Yadda yadda melancholy
Yadda blue yadda black yadda white yadda silver
Yadda yadda yadda music
Yadda yadda alone oh I'm so alone
Yadda yadda lost love
Yadda yadda sigh
Yadda yadda yadda painting
Yadda yadda faeces.
…Oh, dear. Did I just let that slip in?
Clearly some words have no place in poems, I assume.
D-O-L-LD-O-L-L4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should I do it?
Will it be alright?
I'll shamefully admit,
It would be quite a sight.
I hear her cries
See the overflowing red
spreading across her eyes,
While still asking to be taken to bed.
'It's dark' she said
It was at night
so I nodded my head
held her really right.
The bag of sins
called me by name
Knew my loses, knew my wins
Knew her heart was in pain
[because of me]
'Can't move,' she added
While I went for the bag
Agreeing, and nodded
And watched her eyes sag
The plastic pieces where all I needed
As I placed them next to the knives
I wonder madly if she would have pleaded
to not do it till Common sense arrives
'...doing?' she mumbles
My hands moving quick
Making sure nothing stumbles
Making sure her body stays like a stick
I suddenly felt myself smile
despite the appalling place and time
As if I was in no denial
of this act, of this crime
[Because it's me]
'I....l-love...you...' she starts
her Alice Blue hair falling,
her cold blue