Moving and Passing on the POem"Moving on but Staying Here"Moving and Passing on the POem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our clear, glistening eyes met,
they lacked any trace of regret.
We started kissing at the door
going up dirty floor by floor.
I unbuttoned your soft, silk dress
as we started to caress
and as you undid my taut, black belt
our naïve hearts truly felt.
We got to the filthy place
and started our disgrace
without our restrictive clothes on
or any sense of right vs. wrong.
We hopped into the inviting bed
the one we covered in red.
We had so much joyous fun,
Who'da guessed my f ing time was done.
Here comes the part with the f ing knife,
the part where you lost your angelic life.
All I remember is I was alright,
and you were bleeding as I held you tight.
The motel where we were couldn't care less
as we shouldn't have been there to caress.
The tired cops and docs came in
too bad we were lost in the din.
I struggled as they threw me out,
but lost without a doubt.
The diligent guards tossed
Etheral Presence“ Etheral Presence”Etheral Presence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t let go.
Don’t force my hand. Don’t try to.
The room stifles my breath. As I gasp for air,
I look back and spit into the swirling despair.
This sort of crap never even bothered you.
When hurt, you struggled on forever true.
I wish I had just some of that strength. But I would
stay the weakling I am just to have you back. Even for a moment.
I shut my lids passed tears being forced out, that tight.
And then I looked over my shoulder to the right.
And I started to see you. Just a vague image but there you were
hazily staring back. And then you faded. But it was you I am sure.
I remember smiles and bubbly laughs.
I remember pains and divergent paths.
I won’t let go.
Dig your nails in. Nothing will change.
The weight continues to grow. As it snaps my spine,
I stand on my broken bones refusing to whine.
You bore weights that dwarf this into a mere crumb.
When crushed, you smiled brushing away the depressive glum.
I wish I had jus
Everlasting EverythingEverlasting EverythingEverlasting Everything1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell asleep half-dead,
too exhausted to rest my head,
eyes swollen with blood,
hands covered in hardened mud.
My nose itches and drips
as my sanity slips.
But what did I expect
from crying in the rain again?
I'm such a weak person
crying in the rain again.
You're not supposed to be able to tell
if its water or not so there I fell
bawling like a baby
and thinking maybe just maybe
you were still here
but you're not and ya won't my dear.
I was crying in a street corner,
being the only mourner.
Really, what did I expect
from crying in the rain again?
I'm such a weak person
crying in the rain again.
People walked by quickly and gawked,
adults snickered and mocked
but who are they to judge?
This loneliness won't ever budge.
They all walk by purely happy
wondrous lives with ecstasy
the way ours used to be
before you met eternity.
Now it's only this guy
that can't help but endlessly cry.
How could they know this pain?
It grinds away, making me insane.
But really, what
Shogun MarAce (entre otras mas) Ch.2Shogun MarAce (entre otras mas) Ch.21 year ago in Drama More Like This
Shogun Capitulo 2
El tiempo fue pasando poco a poco, mes tras mes, y año tras año, hasta que finalmente pasaron los diez años acordados. Los niños Monkey fueron dejando la niñez en el pasado y se fueron convirtiendo en unos adolescentes, Ace, había llegado ya a la edad de los diecisiete años, la edad la cual no quería llegar a ningún precio. Su pelo había crecido un poco y su cuerpo se había vuelto más musculoso, por lo demás, seguía teniendo sus ojos negros como la noche y sus pecas no habían desaparecido o se habían aclarado. Luffy, ahora con catorce años, seguía siendo igual de alegre que siempre, iba de un lado para otro del castillo diciendo que tenía que hacerse más fuerte que su hermano Ace. Su guardaespaldas, Mihawk, si que había cambiado, ya no era el muchacho de diecisiete años de antaño, ahora era un hombre echo y derecho, se había fortalecido y sus ojos se
The creature in the rose bush.Emma loved the roses in her garden out the backThe creature in the rose bush.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but one day every single rose suddenly turned black
and when she went to look at them to see just what was wrong
she heard a faint and tiny voice singing an unfamiliar song
she leaned closer to the flowers and then closer ever still
until she leaned too far close and took a giant spill
tangled in the thorns, the rose bush became a cage
then close to her she heard a voice filled with a terrible rage
she screamed and fought and struggled until she was finally free
and then, without stopping, she ran out of the garden and past the tree
she burst into her house through the kitchen and the den
and swore she would never love another rose ever in her life again
Maddy's Game [Prologue]The ice cold floor seemed like it stretched down the hallway for eternity. Red splatters covered the walls and floor. A girl stood in the midst of this scene, her short brunette hair covering her face and her fragile body trembling with fear. Her grey-blue eyes wide with shock as she stared ahead of her. Bodies, everywhere. Some she recognized, and some she didn't. She was cluching onto something... A blade. A very large blade, at that. Had she done this? The answer... Yes. She slowly took a step back, clutching onto the blade tighter, the blood oozing onto her hand and down to her wrist. "I'm sorry...", she said, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...", she repeated as she fell to the floor.Maddy's Game [Prologue]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had nothing left. Nothing to care for. She had killed everyone she loved. Her parents. Her friends. And for what? I'll tell you what. Absolutely nothing. She knew that she was insane, oh yes, but didn't care to acknowledge it, for fear of losing everyone she cared about. It wasn't until now t
Te Echo De Menos - I Miss YouTe Echo De Menos - I Miss You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Splash, splash, splash.
The leather boots of Quarter Queen, thirteen year old girl of Mexican origin, produced that sound every time they came in contact with the many puddles scattered along one of the main roads of the city.
It was said to rain only thirty-five days in a year in Los Angeles, and it seemed the girl had found exactly one of them. However, the shower that had taken the residents by surprise on that sultry August afternoon didn't stop her run.
Tu-tum. Tu-tum. Tu-tum.
She made her way through the passers-by equipped with umbrellas with the agility given by her young age as she held close two bags from the department store, where she jealously kept a mini-skirt, a yellow tee with a deep V neck, mascara and vanilla gloss. She shielded them from the storm with care almost excessive, for all her dreams of living her life like a normal teenager were kept in those bags.
A life that didn't include the bullying from her classmates, devoted to more superficial things
winter has swallowed the worldwinter has swallowed the world today,winter has swallowed the world6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his blistering fury biting at faces
and speckling tree trunks and window
panes. he disguises all things, provides
a pure slate of marble dust that blankets
every surface. when he finally settles down,
all things settle with him. the pine forest
has become a herd of mammoths, weary branches
quietly sweeping the ground below.
CottonCandy: Body ShotsCottonCandy: Body Shots1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jannnnnneeeeeeeeey" That lovely drunken voice pitched so sweetly.
"What now Lalonde?" Jane was way too busy baking a cake right now to even think of what her ridiculously drunken friend was doing in the living room.
"Let's dooooooo soemmthing! Let's go dancin, I want to daaaance wif you!" Roxy was already on her eigth shot and swaying around her martini glass as she was swaying over to opposing sides. "Lalonde, no! I'm already making a cake and besides if we went you'd fall over onto everyone. You can't dance now if you wanted too!" Jane was exclaiming at the drunken girl with a smile on her face. Roxy Lalonde wasn't going to take this foolish nonsense. She slammed her glass onto the counter. "Fuccckin Challenge acccccepted bitch!" Roxy slurred the words out as her red blush spread a little further. Jane just rolled her eyes and tried to pay the girl no attention. "I bet if yur dad was here he'd fuckin love to seeee meeee on the pole!" Roxy winked at her friend which made her eyes rol
Fic: Another WayFic: Another Way1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting with her legs crossed in the centre of the room, Korra stared at the older waterbender, mouth agape.
"W-What?" She finally managed to choke out, not believing what had just been said. "That's the only way?"
"I'm afraid so Korra," Katara replied, studying the young Avatar intently. "This far surpasses my healing abilities, and " She paused, heart constricting painful at what she was about to do. " it's the only other thing that I can think of that might have a chance at unlocking the other elements."
Sighing audibly, Korra rubbed at her temples, trying to wrap her mind around what was about to happen.
"You don't have to decide now we can always wai-"
"Just do it," Korra murmured, staring at her hands as she clenched and unclenched them. "I feel as if part of my soul is missing." She placed one hand over her heart as she looked up at the older woman, tears beginning to blur her vision. "I .feel so empty. Please fix me."
Feeling her heartstrings tug a
The Lover's Melody 1The Lover's Melody 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was about four in the morning. I was finishing packing up all the things I would need. The sun hadn't risen yet. My room looked eerie with the blacks and grays. I looked out the window to see the outside. It looked just as eerie with the moon that was still out. I grabbed the last thing and closed my pack. Walking to the door, I took one last look at my room before leaving and closing the door for the last time.
I walked down the silent halls. I took glances at my old home as I looked at all the old pictures from when I was younger and happier. My azure eyes landed on one particular photo.
This photo was of me and my parents on my eleventh birthday. My father looked so happy. My mother was laughing in the photo while I was laughing with her. We were all in a clearing in the forest near a lake. My father had ended up falling into the lake and getting soaking wet. My mother and I were laughing at how silly he look
the beginning of thingsAudra slipped into the world easily, as if she had been waiting a long time to escape the small space inside her mother's womb. She wept and at the same time, it began to storm and did not stop. It was as if the sky searched for something, stretching out its one thousand fingertips to feel over the earth for what it had lost. The baby wept with it, reaching out her wrinkled hands as if she were an old woman, terrified she would be left alone. Her mother closed herself around her, and Audra shook as if she barely fit inside her skin. The storm shook the walls of the house in return while slowly, sweetly, her mother kissed the top of Audra's damp forehead.the beginning of things2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her tears subsided and across the room, a door opened and bounced against the wall as her father entered, then stopped. He stared for a long while and did not move, awkwardness and the sense that he did not belong wrapping themselves around him. Then he remem
African BoyDo you know what it is like? Well...do you? Do you know what it's like to be born last and be nominated for everything first? Aggrevation, my friends and foes, aggrevation. You feel a sort of sense of spoiling that hurts your heart and sacs your soul. It hardens you to the point of opening your eyes to everything, everyone, and everything else that seems to protrude.African Boy2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was born to Maggie Tambi. A woman of nineteen at the time of my birth. Prematurely pregnant with two other children, Johnnie and Mathilde, and then once more prematurely impregnated with me, Gabriel. We all have different fathers. We've no idea who they are or where they are and no urge to meet them.
I feel that if my father left me (he didn't care enough to stick around that is) that he doesn't deserve for me to come to him. He could be half way across Africa by now, or back in England from his African expediton that had gone on for some time. Yes, everbody, my father, the begetter, is a white man, as white as the sea f
A los Soldados¿De que color se vuelven nuestras almasA los Soldados2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
si a hermanos comemos en crudo?
En nuestro reino; ciegos, sordos, mudos.
De sangre los platos y nuestras palmas.
Saboreando, tragando con calma.
Creciendo a modo de cementerios
¡Coño! Convirtámonos en monasterios,
con nuestros corazones como armas.
Sin culpa, sin la mirada de luto.
Culpables de tener limpias las manos,
con nuestro espíritu impoluto.
Porque son como de nuestra manada,
sabios, inocentes donde los haya.
Nosotros, nobles soldados de Gaia.
a poem I made for my bfI miss you like the cloud misses the rain:a poem I made for my bf3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Somehow I know one day we'll meet again.
Sending you to earth this is how I feel;
you were the only thing about me that was real.
I'm wishing I could cry just one more tear;
So on my cheek that I could feel you there.
My emptiness makes me fly higher than ever before;
I'm drawn to the sun, to out of this world and above.
But tell me where can drops of water go?
My love it is time for us to meet once more!
Juegos de guerra ¡Vamos, corred!Juegos de guerra3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nos dirigimos a un edificio y nos ocultamos en su interior. No muy lejos se oyen los tiroteos y gritos de soldados. Respiro y me tomo un segundo antes de empezar a subir unas escaleras, seguido del resto del grupo.
Alaric, ¡avanza! Grito al auricular que nos comunica y un soldado me adelanta con la escopeta en mano, preparado para disparar. Solo se oyen nuestras respiraciones y la tralla de los disparos durante un par de minutos.
Adelante Corremos al instante y subimos un piso, tomándonos de nuevo unos segundos para relajarnos, agachados para no ser vistos. Quedamos quince hombres más cinco heridos, que empiezan a murmurar entre ellos, buscando soluciones, mientras yo me acerco con Alaric a una ventana y observamos el panorama. Unos cuarenta muertos de ambos bandos, cincuenta sin comunicación y otra veintena aún disparándose. El resto debían de estar como nosotros, escondiéndose en los escom
Dias oscurosAndaba aburrido y harto, pero con intención de complacer a sus amigos. Contestaba a cada comentario con un asentimiento de cabeza, mientras que su mente se alejaba corriendo de aquel lugar. Los charcos reflejaban una gabardina negra que más que hacerle parecer misterioso le confería un aire ridículo, y el pelo sucio le hacía parecer más viejo y triste de lo normal. Pocas sonrisas se habían escapado de su boca por mucho que los demás lo intentaran, pensando en sus propias tragedias sin compartir.Dias oscuros3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un amigo se acercó a él, pasándole el brazo por el hombro y apretándole en señal de ánimo. "Vamos, Leo, solo era un paciente. Anímate, no fue culpa tuya, alguna vez se te tendría que morir alguien en la mesa de operaciones, como nos ha pasado a todos, ¡y aún así sigues siendo el mejor!". La voz obtuvo como respuesta una sonrisa fingida que desapareció en milésimas de segundo. "¡Lo mejor
PatriaNo hay patria cuando luchamos entre hermanosPatria3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
y huimos forzados hacia lugares mejores,
cuando en vez de ayudarnos
nos abocamos a peleas anteriores.
No hay patria sin un sentir general
de unión y solidaridad,
cuando olvidamos que todos somos humanos
sin diferenciar raza, idioma, ciudad.
No hay patria sin igualdad.
PoemMaitresse de mon curPoem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lumière dans ma nuit
Fraicheur dans cet enfer
Toujours tu reviens.
De tes mains cristallines
Et ta pureté combat
La noirceur de mon âme.
Tu hantes mes nuits
Que je voudrais d'argent
A tes côtés.
Tu mords mes chairs,
Brûles ma peau fragile,
Mais je reste immobile
A te contempler, à te voir
Recouvrir ce que je croyais
Mort. Tu t'étires à l'infini
Libre et sauvage
Dans cet océan de brutalité.
Vain serait de te retenir.
Laisse-moi donc toucher
Ton cristal si parfait.
Laisse-moi admirer, encore
Une fois, ta beauté,