UnknownWalking I keep on walkingUnknown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not stopping, I'm pacing
Around the house, through every room
Until I fall. Crashing to the floor
I wake, not sure when
In a pool of blood, my blood
Not sure what happened again
This isn't the first time, but why
Is all I really think
Looking up, I drag myself up onto the blue
Just sitting there, I keep on thinking why
I'm not sure why, but I'm shaking now
Sore eyes tearing, bashed nose bleeding
Giggling at the ghosts
Not again, this isn't the first time
I've fallen, but I really hope it's the last
I can't think why anymore, I can't think at all
In hysterics, and not sure why
Crying, laughing, bleeding
I can't ask why anymore, because I know
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Angel of FriendshipRemember those late night talks? The world kept spinningAngel of Friendship7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we felt like the only two people in the universe
Looking up at the stars, pondering why do the stars glow
Like they have nothing to lose?
Sharing secrets, telling storieswhether true or not
Well, we all knew but we never would say.
We just laughed because it was better that way
But we would not trade it for anything.
The inside jokes that keep growingwe can say one w
Are you hungryAre you hungry11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May I rent your ears for a certain amount of time?
I promise I'll pay a fee that hopefully comes quite near to
what they are worth
Or I can give you those tiny coupons you can exchange at your local store for a new birth.
Things work faster today.Except for me.
I still pretend to be a calm old sea waiting for victims.
Relicts.To explain my behaviour.Ship wretches like long abandonned domino stones stapled.
Children in the court draw arrows to your door
But I spend too much time watching the line itself and cant seem to focus on the direction anymore
And scratch marks in the wood remind me that maybe I should have
followed their calls
But when you leave my love
When you leave this place I'll softly touch your fragile skull
to see if the beauty of your mind
left any signs for me on its porcelain walls
I want life to be my teacher not some kind of weird try
to explain it but the source itself
I dont need any scientific heroes only wanting to help and
in the end you remain with a rope in y
Sleeping BeautySleeping Beauty draws her lashesSleeping Beauty7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thick black nets hiding pretend dreams
She stares blankly into space as he descends above her
A dead china doll, soft lips split in faux anticipation
Her stillness confuses, excites her humble prince
He draws his sword across her
Long, nimble thing
A murdering weapon; the wicked fairy's blood stains its tip
She can see, but assumes the stoic's mask
In flesh she stays, in spirit she sleeps
He finds her gasp intoxicating
The cruel sigh escaping her mouth
Tongue lashing at the sound
Betraying her formality and elegance
Charming prince rapes her of it, mouth, sound, feelings, all
She lay prone, drained and empty
The rapier draws over her breast as lips capture hers
Lashes stir and pupils dilate
She tastes like him, smells like him
The disheveled covers fall back as he claims her
Marks her, takes her
A fairy story to him, though not to her.
Nothing with plot device or faulty characters.
No conclusion nor fumbling deus ex machina.
A picture - a portrait - an
Probably Not"I know exactly what love is!" I proclaimed to anything or anyone that was nearby. I was stubborn. I was sure of myself. Writing the same Bible verse over and over on twenty-six sheets of paper ought to teach you what love is. So I walk with dignity and truck through mounds of mud and sidewalk puddles 'cause the rain is coming down harder.Probably Not8 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Yeah, that's right!" I jab the air with my pointer finger. "I know everything there is to know about love!" The response is an unpleasant crack of lightning. The rain keeps coming down harder. If I didn't know better, I'd the think the rain as pounding the life out of the plants instead of nourishing them.
"Love is patient!" I scream at nothing. Yeah, love's patient. And I am demanding to see him and be with him right this instant. So what? Besides, he needs to learn how to accept my uncertainty. That's a part of me! Deal with it!
"Love is kind!" I said in an insulting tone. "That includes kindness! That is niceness—which means being nice! And that'
Secret CurseA failure at lifeSecret Curse3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I yearn for a knife
Inflicting pain on purpose
No one can make me surface
Desire to bleed
My insanity needs to feed
Not a soul knows of this
They all just seem to miss
To cry a sea of tears
When there are no family or peers
This fatal addiction
Just causes so much friction
I hate this curse I can't show
Never to let anyone know
Yet, it's sad, you see
No one can see my injury
Even in plain sight
Eyes only see my glare with fright
It's always the quiet one they say
Oh how right they are, with MY blood I shall pay
My deep hated secret is out
Now I must leave to shout
Said the garbage canSaid the garbage can11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I swayed back and forth on my
And each time that it brings me a bit closer to the sky
I cry out
from this day..from this day I will not take a breath unless its a deep one
I will only take deep breaths
And I will let my hair down and I will find out where my frowns come from and shut the door
Will flood the floor with gasoline.And light 10 matches just like that..
And if one falls down.I'll call it coincidence.
I wear paralization like some sort of designer pants that has
an integrated print where to put your hands
on incase you want a moment alone with me
I have the tendency to breathe backwards.To feel weak and tired when my heart reaches
maximum speed.To keep the package and throw the filling away.
I have this bad habit to tweak each word before I speak to you (which I often do,even if I dont say
So they come broken and bruised,waiting to be fixed again.You are so sweet when you care.
And repair each one.
I wouldnt say that I am transient.Am I not doing a goo
EscapeEscape2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty twisted promises within a world so dead
Memories of heartache cradle thoughts inside my head
Wounds continue bleeding on forgotten storybooks
Listen to your nightmares and the happiness they took
Can't you see the shadows with the knives inside their hands?
Watching you as they invade your secret wonderland
Silence won't protect you from the thoughts inside your mind
Nobody can save you from the torture on rewind
I can't see the people, but they're always seeing me
Anywhere and everywhere they never let me be
Sometimes they stand quietly behind my bedroom door
Sometimes it's the microphones they hide under the floor
Sometimes it's the cameras in the ceilings or the wall
This time it's the photo frames they'll kill me if they fall.
Everybody tells me that it's all inside my head
All I'll ever know is that I'm better if I'm dead
Maybe it's imagination gone completely wrong
If it's just my own creations, why are they so strong?
Maybe I can fight the tears and other thing
'What if?'"You like him, don't you?"'What if?'7 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Woah, where the heck did you come from?"
"You'd think that you'd be used to that by now."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yeah, I was planning on distracting you to avoid it, and now I forgot what you said."
"Liar. But I'm repeating it anyways. You like him, don't you?"
"You know who."
"I don't like him, he's more like a brother."
"What if pigs flew?"
"What do pigs have to do with my feelings?"
"I don't know. What if he were the last man on Earth?"
"Are we playing the what if game?"
"What if we were?"
"Ok, that's a yes. If he were the last man on Earth, I wouldn't have much of a choice now, would I? But then again, man normally refers to human, and..."
"What if he loved you?"
"...Well, it wouldn't really matter, would it?"
"What if it did?"
"Are you implying something?"
"No, you're infering something."
"Stop using words, you're hurting my brain."
"Brain? What brain?"
"Don't push it."
"If he did,
Judgmental StaresCommunication, dying, falling, fading into dustJudgmental Stares3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing I could tell them of the pain from their disgust
The hateful glares, judgmental stares, because they are all yet to learn
Ignoring the fact that making them hear is something I must earn
They disapprove of my disabilities, the things I cannot control
They treat me like I'm a monster, allowing the shadows to swallow me whole
If only they would realize that I'm not to blame nor hate
Simply, I'm a victim, unable to communicate
ExistenceBroken, empty promises, a world so dull and deadExistence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving me to suffer as I hang upon this thread
Tears of glass begin to fall, a heartbeat made of stone
I was left to struggle for a worthless, lovely throne
Dreadful, lost emotions, slowly flowing through my veins
Aching thoughts and torture causing fatal bits of pain
Shadows swallow all I was and all I am to be
Slicing off my wings, and now demanding I be free
Poison sneaking through my breaths and deep into my soul
Pieces lost have been replaced to make a damaged whole
Anger rushing through my mind, for me, for them, for this
I have felt emotion for a thought that can't exist
love-traps, spark-words"have you ever made lovelove-traps, spark-words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop a bed of roses?
she asks him.
"but i can't imagine that anything compares
to the silky smooth skin of your thighs."
and his grin,
sends her reeling
because it's midnight
and she snuck out for him
and he's lost to the lust of his fantasies.
he must be.
because they've only been dating a month,
but she's worried she's falling too fast.
she can already see herself in his eyes.
"have you ever felt the spark
of electricity through your veins?"
he asks her.
"but your dimples are constantly stopping my heart."
and her fingers,
make him dizzy
because it's noon
and he's sprawled on his back
and she's forgotten herself beneath the heat of the sun.
she must have.
because they've only been dating a year,
but he's worried he's ensnared in her trap.
he can already feel himself in her pulse.
Hogwarts RulesHarry Potter.Hogwarts Rules7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Things I am not allowed to do at Hogwarts.
The giant squid is not an appropriate date for the yule ball.
Starting a betting pool in the fate of this years Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is tasteless and tacky, not a clever money-making concept.
Seamus Finnigan is not after me lucky charms.
I am allowed to have a toad, rat, cat or owl. I am not allowed to have a reticulated python, snow leopard, Tasmanian devil, or piranha.
42 is not the question to everything on the OWLs.
I am not to owl copies of the evil overlord to suspected Death Eaters.
I will not take out life insurance policy on Harry Potter.
Professor Flitwicks first name is not Yoda.
I am not the Defense Against the Boring Classes professor.
When fighting death eaters in the annual June battle of Good vs. Evil I will not lift my wand skywards an shout "There can only be ONE!!
I will not say the Phrase "Dude, get a life. To lord Voldemort.
I will not put books of muggle fairy t
SomethingSomething2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every moment, every thought, an echo in your mind
Every treasured lullaby you're forced to leave behind
Every broken moment, every twisted fantasy
Every empty shadow, every lonely melody
Holding knives against your skin with tears inside your eyes
Fighting back the happiness, yet fighting back the cries
How could one be joyous at a moment such as this?
Something could be stopping you, but nothing truly is
LoyalLoyal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holding hands? A clever way of fighting off the cold
Telling every secret so they don't remain untold
Laughing, though he's said it oh so many times before
Staring deep into his eyes to open rusted doors
Staying up to talk to him, but only for support
Innocent intentions others do tend to distort
Kissing him so gently, promises until the end
Can't destroy this happiness with such a loyal friend
I'm Here, TooWhy do they look at my wristsI'm Here, Too3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And not at my face?
Mommy, why do they look at my arms?
It was a mistake.
Why do they panic
When I tell them I'm sad?
I thought everybody got sad.
Am I a bad girl?
Mommy, am I naughty?
Am I different?
Why don't they listen to me?
I'm not angry at myself.
It was only a mistake.
Mommy tell me something, please.
Why do they try to comfort me
When I cry?
They don't do that to everybody else.
They're just cuts, Mommy.
Why don't they see that?
Why do they look at my wrists, Mommy?
I'm here too.
Beneath The Black WillowsBeneath The Black Willows2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.
Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.
Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.
TunelVideo sam senke kako apuću du ivica tunela i nasmejao sam se svojoj gluposti. Oči su gledale bez sjaja. Bio sam na putu ka klanici.Tunel4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The Tale of Tamas LinThe Tale of Tamas Lin10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He met her in the winter
When the wind whipped through the trees,
Beneath the snowfall and the starlight,
Un'ner the shadow of the leaves.
A fair and regal maiden
With hair as black as night,
Pale skin of glowing moonbeams,
And eyes of sapphires bright.
She found him there in winter
Amid the rocks and snow.
His booted leg was twisted;
The brigands struck the blow.
She held him then and kissed him
And nursed his wounds so dire,
And stole him to the fairy court
Beyond the Ross’ shire.
Three days he dined in excess,
Three days he drunk the wine,
Three days he danced with beauties
In courtly green attire.
Yet long were the mornings,
Longer still the nights,
For by the Yuletide’s dawning
Ten years had made their flight.
Aggrieved was dear Seonaidh,
His breast grew ill and tight,
For those that dine with fairy folk
Can ne’er leave their sight.
Twelve years, he passed, then twenty
As servant, then as swain,
But best he served the company
And knighthood did attain.