So Far ForwardIt's those moments,So Far Forward3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When someone you used to know
Everything is familiar,
The love that was there, feels odd.
Remember all the times,
Good, and bad.
Though you're unsure if you could ever have more.
It's as if the chapter ended,
And you're wondering,
If they could ever be apart of your novel.
You've gone so much forward,
They're still so far behind.
The Flaws of PerfectionI live in a glass worldThe Flaws of Perfection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every individual as translucent as the next
Cold, without compassion,
Greed and arrogance reflected on their faces
Mirror images of each others' "perfection"
The contradiction to the honey coated words they speak
But the truth is reflected nonetheless
A truth they ignore to uphold their flawed idea of "perfection"
I live in a glass world
The image of "perfection" is mirrored everywhere
Reflected on every surface
Only skin deep, this "perfection"
Transparent, this "perfection"
The means used to acquire this state trivial compared to the end result
Merely a status, a condition, yet
They live and they die for acceptance
I live in a glass world
It's heartbeat erratic, threatening to destroy what they have turned it into
This world, so fragile, it can shatter from the smallest push
And they let themselves be swallowed whole by their ignorance
To attain the false, god-like state of "perfection"
But, from where did it sprout, this idea of "perfection"?
Who has proclaim
then he wavedhis fingers are harp strings,then he waved3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tall blades of grass, cowering with a breeze,
a howl escaping them.
the notes with the wind curve across dunes,
mountainous joints curl with each pull,
sand escapes through protective eyelashes,
spreading its wings, gritty feathers,
enveloping a woman,
wearing time on her face like a veil,
she imagines the rugged strings
vibrating against her satin fingers
are the throats of songbirds,
cut from their beaks.
her tears and soft sobs write songs for the harp
he left near a window from which she
saw him smile to her for the last time.
HollowSo many questions that I don't know the answer to,Hollow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I feel like it's better that I don't know the truth,
For they would probably eat at my head,
Hollow it out from end to end,
Take control of my mind,
If those answers I were to find,
Root themselves deep within my skull,
And grow until they were full,
Full of contempt and disgust,
Disgust that I gave you my trust,
While it still may enter my thoughts,
It's better than being controlled like a robot,
A simple sentence could free my mind,
Or cause it all to collapse and unwind,
But I guess that's the gamble that I'll take,
Because lately I've grown to hate,
Hate the things that could be true,
Hearing stories about the things they'd do,
Lately my mind is all over the place,
Written all over my tired face,
I thought I was so strong,
But sometimes I'm just wrong,
I find myself losing my firm footing,
Due to my mind taking a thorough shooting,
Thoughts like bullets enter and exit,
Reminding me of how much I truly miss it,
But I can't be th
One Day It'll Make SenseI hope that one day it'll all make sense,One Day It'll Make Sense3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But until then I'm stuck living in the past-tense,
This isn't my choice, it's against my will,
Because I can't tell my brain how to feel,
They say we grow from our life experiences,
But I'm struggling to do that, in all seriousness,
People tell me that I have a beautiful skill,
That I can make one feel my mind by words that are real,
But lately I find it to be more of a burden,
Thoughts that I can't stop from turning,
One day...I hope not so far away,
I just may...actually make it, to their dismay.
Playing AngelYou stare up at a strong, neutral being.Playing Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A being who cannot help but love without condition.
Your pure human tears run down your cheeks,
Splattering onto the cold stone floor on which you kneel.
She allows you to cling to her skirts,
Bury your face in them and sob.
She promises to take care of you.
She is only playing Angel.
Inside she breaks herself to show care in her eyes,
For those who demand it from her,
Who think she is safety.
No one could imagine she could hurt.
You think she is the strongest you have seen.
Her love is without condition.
She is forever generous.
She is only playing your Angel.
In secret, her heart lies in pieces.
Her love is little given to those who seek comfort.
Though her care isn't truly there.
Angel is all she plays for you.
end life, end.when i was almost god,end life, end.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my fingers were honeycombs
woven into embroidered dreams,
is when my breath danced
in your hair,
(never to be tamed)
your lashes weighing down your eyelids,
joining fingers with the ones below.
a wish escapes from between your teeth
(a cavity in the brain,
it's acid, it's acid. it's acid.
pleasant thoughts poison the mind)
end, life. end.
(wade into the ocean,
salt fills your lungs that shrivel up
like slugs in the desert sun)
teach me pleaseit is a log abandoned by life, hollow.teach me please3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maggots knot their tiny tongues into the bark,
blind eyes roll and squirming bodies follow,
tiny mouths scream the last of their breath,
cells gasp, split in half, a brief and sudden death,
cytoplasm dripping down hungry chins and fingers that wipe,
a dwarfed penis of a virus entering an eager bacterial pipe,
(impregnating the swollen DNA, medieval curses,)
lubed teeth squeeze brittle skin, pores are distant universes
of volcanoes that link their magma hands in a chaotic peace,
rubber scratching paper, deleting scrambled verses,
t-cells embracing the "immune" deity, "we have killed the beast!"
Schooli don't wantSchool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the horrible delicacy
of a trembling textbook
or a shy blushing boy
(or organized horizontal
who will rapidly release
some sort of
I want to escape the breath
of oxygen on my leashed
and painfully aware
and to conquer
the savages who roar
beneath my magenta blood.
day by day.
school doesn't seem
to my unsatisfied
Death by blizzardThe snow was falling at a rapid pace as you struggled in the knee deep snow to get home, trying to see your way through the rough and wild blizzard "Come on, you can do it!" you muttered to yourself as the snow picked up its pace, forcing you to shove ungloved hands into your pockets. You mentally kicked yourself as you felt the hole in your left coat pocket let the frigid cold air seep in. Why did you forget to patch it up? You cringed as old man winter bit at your uncovered nose, and you quickly pulled your scarf up to cover more of your face. Your pants, coat, hat, and gloves were all threadbare and slowly falling apart, and the cold was freezing you to the bone. You shut your eyes against the stinging flakes as you kept trekking north ward, in the exact direction the snow was blowing. You just had to get home to your family, they were depending on you to bring news of the invasion-Death by blizzard3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ack!" you cried, falling to your knees as your felt your body freeze up. What was going on? You let
when a muse stands silentdo you know what a feather is?when a muse stands silent3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a whimsical quill,
drooped at the top
like a willow tree's branches
hang their heads.
the ink at the tip,
a tear on the corner of an eye
smudging a porcelain face,
a writer wiping it away with his thumb,
the rest of his fingers
cupping a chin,
and he chokes out whispers that embrace
his broken muse.
Not AfraidI'm not afraid to tell youNot Afraid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss you
I'm not afraid to show you
I love you.
I'm not afraid to
Let you inside, past the walls.
Nor could I be afraid,
To kiss you in public.
I am not afraid to be,
I am not afraid to,
Nor could I be afraid,
To tear out a heart,
And take a bite.
For tearing out mine.
and i call it revoltingand tongues that wag like the tail of a dog,and i call it revolting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shit-stained teeth that glare in the suffocating light,
bouncing off lips that crack with each move,
canyons of dry skin as if fingers peeled it
like a sickly brown banana, pus slithering,
a melted snake, with a melted red tongue,
flowing between its lips.
lashes like whips that slap at the cheek,
worms burying into thin ducts, curling upwards,
away from the white swamp with mold in the center,
a vile stench stinging their nostrils.
they lick the pus from the canyons,
inserting their tongue in between cracked skin,
gazing into swamps, fluttering the worms,
and wagging their tongue like a dog.
they call it romantic.
hypothermiait's the plush feel of the mind's whispershypothermia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(or perhaps it was the wind, dancing with my hair,
kissing its lady hands, licking the back of my neck)
"look," the whispers scribe into the wall that is my brain.
"look. look how the breeze paints grass, bending into a coil, look how the wind whips leaves around in a tango, yet you,
you do not welcome it, you close the doors of your wool jacket,
the zipper trying to break away,
it tells you (let's dance, tango is for two)"
the clouds serenade me,
raindrops whirling with the beat,
my scalp becomes a drum, wet fingers thump,
the zipper slides, the wool wraps around my waist,
ChangeAll we need are The Listeners,Change3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Unconditional Lovers,
And the die hard Followers.
All we need are the Fighters,
And Those willing to Learn.
The world will change..
UnstableHe told her, 'It'll get better.'Unstable3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And her reply was swift, thought out with a poetic hint, 'Thats what I tell myself. It hasn't. Its because I know and therefore cannot lie to myself. I am sitting with truth and wishing it was a lie.'
He could only sit and stare at his phone for a moment, and became a loss for words. With the reply he gave her, she had said this.
'Love is the incurable instanity that eventually infects us all. And on occasion, it kills.'
Another wordless reply came to greet her.
Whose To Say?A pressing presence,Whose To Say?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your 'safe' daylight hours.
Whose to say, you're going to get away?
You're all alone today.
Silence is impossible,
You can hear the foot steps down the hall,
The shadow move from one place,
Home is meant to be the safest place,
Warm and inviting.
But there's something looming over,
Whose to say, you're going to get away?
They touch you,
Play with you,
Feed off you.
If you leave, they've won.
They press you skillfully into a corner,
Whisper to you,
Oh they want you gone.
Can your will save you?
Whose to say, you're going to get away today?
PaintingFrozen,Painting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a moment.
Caught in the blue,
Of the deceased.
Standing in your open window.
Your curtains are drawn.
Frozen in her moment.
A reining beauty.
HushTHE hidden name behind this faceHush3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The memories that time cannot erase.
Things no one wants to know,
Are things I whisper, quiet and low.
THINGS that may not seem much-
A gentle hand, her soothing touch.
Mistakes and choices that they made,
The red inside this burning rage.
I'LL wonder when I lay at night,
Who'll be there to hold me tight?
My heart longs to rise, to grow
To seek the answers I'll never know.
NEVER is what I hear at your name.
A hush, a whisper- Oh, quiet pain
You surround me all day long,
You are the music, but he is the song.
TELL me no secret and tell me no lie-
Don't say you love me, for I cannot reply.
My heart is tucked in a bottle away
It screams the words that I'll never say.
Blue BirdI will not cry.Blue Bird3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will hold my head high.
Today they took you away.
We watched the Blue Bird take you away.
I will not cry.
I will hold my head high.
I hugged my mom, and we watched you pack.
Counting the days,
Till the Blue Bird took you away.
I will not cry for you.
I will hold my head high for you.
I will keep my shoulders straight.
I will not say goodbye to you.
I will believe you will come home, some day.
Forging the Truth Chapter 1Forging the Truth Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
Forging The Truth Chapter 1
3 Days Ago
I looked at Obito. I was sitting under the tree. Napping. It was almost midday. We had a day off. Obito wanted me to run over to the lake with him. Minato Sensei was just over the hill, so I gave in, getting up. We chased each other around. It was the only afternoon we had for free, to be ourselves and not have to worry about the war. Rin was getting the lunch ready. Rin looked up throwing us each a water. Mine went a bit too far, so I had to back up a little, tripping over a giant tree trunk in the process. I missed my balance to stop myself from falling in so I was basically drowning at this point. Little did they all know. Obito laughed thinking it was all a joke. But when I didn't come up. He panicked. Telling Rin to go get Minato sensei. When he came back I wasn't found anywhere.
2 Days Ago
I was conscious still. It felt like forever. But something was off. I couldn't depict it though. Suddenly the Black Ops showed up. Noticing my
AddictionIt hurt. There was an emptiness inside that ate the heart out..slowly. Only the prick of a sharp point could make it go away. A heavy weight was on the soul before the venom pulsed through veins in a wild thrill. It was the only thing that could make this rock bottom lifestyle feel great.Addiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A shudder runs through the body as the heart moved such poison through it. It created a pleasurable burn. Spirits were lifted and they soared. Figures danced in front of unfocused eyes, all a blurred and mild entertainment to a lost mind. A soft laugh could be heard in the bare apartment. It was always good at first, happy even.
Just over an hour flies by, and everything begins to darken. A splash of red slams into the eyesight. Sweat secretes from all pores. What used to be celebratory figures begin to tear themselves apart. Screams rip through the mind. In reality a wail splinters the cold empty air. Shattering silence. Neighbors hear, but none move. No help. Now the thrill wants to be stopped. No m
Broken - Part Two"H-Hey... Steady now."Broken - Part Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I groaned as I rolled helplessly onto my side my whole body aching in places I'd never even dared possible. Ha! What a joke.
The last thing that I could... that I could...
"Easy," A velvet-soft voice cooed into my ear. "You're safe now... You're safe..." He ran his fingers through my knotted hair, in an attempt to soothe me. "No one's going to hurt you here."
Hurt me? Why would anyone want to-
-Oh... right. I remember.
I gave out a shaky laugh, and wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. I was completely shaking. It was like I had a huge lump at the very back of my throat that was gagging me and stopping me from breathing restricting me until I could no longer even catch my breath.
"Raven!" I suddenly cried out, sitting bolt right up. "Where's Raven?"
"Hey, take it easy."
I came face-to-face with my rescuer. His kind eyes were almost enough to make me back down, but I was far too riled up for any of that. He placed his
NoNo, I am not okayNo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I will not be okay
Nothing you can say
Will make this pain go away
No, I am not fine
No, I will not be fine
Maybe this is all just a sign
That for him I should not pine
No, I am not all right
No, I will not be all right
I cannot sleep at night
For my regrets are in my mind's sight
Yes, this will take time
Yes, lots of time
All I want is one last stime
To convince myself he's not slime