When lacking something better to do,
The shunned child often delved into daydreams--
That beautiful, potent, mystical creature
That twists and weakens alongside caged minds.
Warm emerald eyes would peer down from high places,
And soon be accompanied by those of amber.
Blue and grey were soon to follow, watching with their freezing orbs,
And lastly a dull hazel would gaze tiredly at the dirt.
Fascinated by the many shapes they took,
I would wander into them and pretend they cared about my presence.
A flicking wrist would turn into a sword,
Never eating flesh or bone and never shedding Dragon's scales.
As a child that Dragon was a friend, anyway,
Who would give me tender kisses and pats at its appearance.
It's a shame we fear that gentle creature now...
And the sweet wind against bloody cheeks,
Unraveling dark brown ribbons as it lifts me higher--
Above the restraints of Earth and insecurities.
The protectors of Hades followed my commands,
Able to soothe and murmur untold secrets;
CryingEverywhere I go I see her faceCrying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never got to touch her soft skin
Tell me how can I mourn the ending
When we were yet to even begin
And please don't you tell me to move on
You really think that I'm not trying?
In truth all that I want right now
Is to get through a day without crying
I Want To Fly Ever So HighI lay in a field,I Want To Fly Ever So High2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a blanket,
Looking up at the sky,
What a cool fall day,
What a lovely sky,
I wish I could fly like a bird
And be ever so high
I want to touch the clouds,
And feel so free,
I know it will never be,
No reason to stop dreaming,
It passes time,
And makes me feel so alive.
Shadow in the nightShadow in the night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear you creep,
I hear you sneak.
Footsteps behind me!
A shadow sweeps across the empty lot.
My heart beats franticly in my chest,
As I quicken my pace.
The fear takes over,
As a twig snaps!
Just a bump in the night I tell myself.
But I know better.
I feel his eyes on me!
His gaze of death.
His skin as ice,
The grin of a madman!
I have encountered this monster before.
Not even human enough to be a man.
His eyes like flamed daggers!
Digging into my flesh!
A scream escapes my lips,
As I meet his gaze.
My skin crawls,
And I become ice cold,
As he draws closer.
I cannot think! I cannot move!
The end has come,
The end of hope.
The end of dreams,
The end of life.
Innocence has lost once more,
I think as darkness surrounds me.
What Am I?What am I in this world,What Am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But anything more than a mere girl?
A girl who holds only three simple titles,
That will remain with ones self until death has proven other wise...
What am I more than an average person,
With nothing more than a name to ones self.
Not even my name,
Is worth more than the paper it was printed on...
What am I created for,
To be living in this mess?
With no identity,
Yet kept masked behind these titles.
What meaning do I have,
If ones titles are the same?
What importance do I own,
If I can easily be replaced?
What quality do I create,
That someone else doesn't already claim?
What am I to someone,
If someone is me,
Missing their true identity,
And waiting for that someone,
To knock down all the titles,
Remove all the masks,
Stare them straight in the eyes,
And answer the question of:
"What am I ?"
Our Romantic CompositionSitting on the rooftops-Our Romantic Composition2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We watch the others run:
Our race is a different game.
Not as much a contest,
More of an art
So take my hand in yours
As we begin this masterpiece;
Without opinion -
To the Stars! Contest -Stand by list update-Stand By List UPDATE - All slots are filled!! Stand-by list is now available. Two slots have been vacated and filled again! :iconazedarach: and :iconsonikkudrawings: have been welcomed to the contest!To the Stars! Contest -Stand by list update-1 year ago in Personal More Like This
UPDATE - The deadline for your halfway work has been extended to a timeline. Halfway work is now due BETWEEN the dates of the 26th through the 30th (26-30 December). This effectively increases the deadline to the 30th. Some have already given me their halfway works which is fine.
IMPORTANT - A stand by list is beginning to fill up now. Participants who are already on the list, this is for you. This is not some contest to join in and throw a deviation at for the participation prize. When I stated this would be a serious competition, I meant it. There are people that will be VYING (that means aiming for) the slot YOU HOLD. If you think your slot is perfectly safe just because you were fast on the draw... you're wrong
Let's PretendLets pretend there is no one elseLet's Pretend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lets pretend that the only people in this world
Is you and me
Lets pretend that no one is watching us
Lets pretend that the whole world is our home
Where we spend time together
Loving every moment
Lets pretend that we have no worries
Lets pretend that there is nothing to stop us
From spending time even
Lets pretend to be a couple
Lets pretend that we are getting married
You in your suit and me with my
Lets pretend to fight
Lets pretend to argue
Even though in the end we want each other
Lets pretend that every night is meant for us
Lets pretend that we have our dreams fulfilled
You have yours and I have mine
Let's pretend we have a kid
Lets pretend we have something to call
Lets pretend that you and me
Are always meant to be and that we always are
Up above the world
The MusicThe music flows so gently,The Music2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whispering softly to my soul
And so I listen on intently,
Slowly losing all control.
"Drift!", it said and drift I did
Into this weird state of mind
Where I found the warmth that hid,
So I left all cares behind.
So replenishing and soothing
Is the music that I hear;
Ever strong yet still so moving,
I can't help but shed a tear.
"Hark!", it said, "my troubled one,
Relinquish your dismay
For the dream has just begun
And the morn is far away."
As the violin was playing
Such a hypnotizing tune,
There was no more point in straying
In the pale light of the moon.
"Dream!", it said and then it ended
In the soft tune of a flute
But the music was still splendid
As the world around grew mute.
I'm UglyI know that I’m notI'm Ugly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that you know
That I know that I’m not
But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it
I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see
I need to hear it
Tell me that I’m beautiful
InnocenceInnocence is gone.Innocence3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Beauty is despair. It can
Change minds, but not mine.
I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silentI Was On A Cloud2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears
A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep
I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love
So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain
I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud
I watched as all of these things
Came to pass down below
And why didn't I intervene?
I had faith that alone you would grow
We'll count the years on the constellationsshe was a girl who lived on the edge of a calendar,We'll count the years on the constellations8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who never knew the date;
she worked in days, weather patterns
would meet you when the sun looked like
it was being speared by a gothic church spire,
when the stars had just begun to dance
- people put words in her mouth, said
carpe diem, living life as if today was the last
but she knew, somewhere deep in her pendulum heart
that it was because she didn’t want to know
how long he had been gone for.
he was a boy who was born into photo frames
mounted on the wall as a trophy;
he knew his angles, knew when to smile
but photos can’t capture sound,
he learnt the art of silence
watching from the mantel-piece
eyes not quite looking alive
- people put words in his mouth, said
he was a wallflower, a starving artist, deep
but he knew, somewhere deep in his canvas heart
that it was because this was what
he had been taught, this was all he knew.
and this girl and this boy collided,
taught each other to put words in their own mouths
.I'm thinking of you.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I keep forgetting that
I'm only dreaming
LifeOne moment, you're there. The next, you're not. Simple as that. And yet, it's so complex, so mystifying. It easily perplexes many. How can it be so close, so intimate to us, and yet remain a mystery like that? Such a small event being so big? Having such a huge effect? These unanswered questions express the mystery and uncertainty of those who feel its effects. They were so healthy, so happy...Life2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But now you'll never see their face again. Hear their voice. Feel their touch.
The tears stream down the faces of the close ones. They hold onto one another, thinking that, if they hold on tight enough, that person passed might feel as well, and come back to them. They don't want to recognize the fact that it's all over. All of it. They cling to a wish. That wish is slowly pushed away as time progresses and sanity returns. They run out of tears. The future is dark to them, filled with some more of these tragic cases. They turn to the past, where everyone is still "there." They let themselves get
The Suffering I DisavowThe Suffering I Disavow2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th