HandsMy handsHands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are not very beautiful.
scars and scratches,
can make my hands
Make them praying hands
that hold on to you.
Make them blessing hands
that pass on your love.
Make them helping hands
that lift the loads of others.
Make them working hands
that give all for you.
Let my hands
be your hands
and give glory to you.
Jesus said...Jesus and IJesus said...4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
sat underneath a shade
where the leaves didn't shake
and the flowers just didn't like the pressure
of the sun- it's making them feel like being baked in an oven
He looks up into the sky
and I can see Heaven crystal clear in His eyes
a lady bug crawled up His arm
and boy it felt warmer than warm
I felt the heat crawling up my cheeks
He gave a sideways look and inched a little closer to me
I tried to look the other way
and God, I tell you, I tried
He gave me a little shy smile and asked
What's on my mind
I shrugged and said
something the world said to me
made me feel a little smaller than I am
He didn't say a thing till I was done
His arms around me was warm as the sun
His voice erupted like a symphony in a concert hall
which really made me want to sway
the weight of it all
I tried to sustain and yet sanity did maintain me...
the glorious lips did part and said
"What did the world say?"
The world wants me Lord, to be the one who makes lots of money
Develop a big brain and be
Be my MatchmakerSometimes,Be my Matchmaker4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to fall in love -
but my feet are too steady,
stay firm on solid ground.
I think I am in love -
until my eyes refocus
onto just another frog.
I may have been in love -
or was it an illusion,
something I wanted to see?
I want to be in love -
but fear the fall may scrape my knees,
or muddy them.
What if it is not meant to be?
What if it is not good for me?
What if it's always a mistake?
I want to be in love -
what should I do about it?
What could have happened,
if each impulse I responded to?
you are the one
who holds the key to my heart.
Give it away to whom pleases you -
and were it no one.
Be my matchmaker,
for you know best.
The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic"Come in."The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fiyero opened the door at the sound of Elphaba's voice. He had never actually set foot inside the dorm room before – when he came to pick Galinda up for a date, she'd usually hurry to the door to meet him. He couldn't help smiling to himself. What secrets would he learn about her? Was she messy? Did she have embarrassing pictures on her walls?
There was nothing messy at all about the room, however. Galinda's side was neat, her extensive wardrobe lined up neatly in her closet, her shoes perfectly straight, and her pink, frilly bed made. Elphaba's side appeared even neater, but that was only because there wasn't much there – besides the book-lined shelves, she only had a few simple dresses.
Elphaba was sitting on her bed, absorbed in a book. She looked especially green in the lamp from her bedside table, and she didn't even honor him with a look to see who he was. "Galinda's not
Short TalkI don't even know what I'm trying to find.Short Talk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just trying to fill this emptiness inside.
Free WillFree Will.Free Will4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is free will a devout gift or a curse?
Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?
Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?
Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?
Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?
Could this world of ours get any worse?
Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.
But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.
But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.
Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are contrasting and conflictive.
Without free will our actions and thoughts would be controlled and predictive.
But with this gift our proceedings maybe considered as harmful and afflictive.
Of course free will does has have it's varied betterments.
This advantage allows us to direct and assert our developing intelligence.
Despite using this intelligence for morally
Good MorningGood Morning.Good Morning4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have a distressing tendency of waking up too early.
The sun escaping from the blinds always begins to stir me.
Just as I begin to behave sullen and surly, her presence averts me.
I turn to my side to see the vein in her left arm pump overtly.
She's completely immersed by the covers.
I have to resist temptation not to hold and hug her.
Her body suddenly moves with a spontaneous shudder.
Her mouth moves but not a word or sound does she utter.
I stare at her intently and push her stray hairs behind her ear.
Realising that loosing this woman will be my most dreadful fear.
Her eyes momentarily open just to make sure that I am near.
I was born alone in this world but I live my life in a pair.
She has no idea that I watch her while she sleeps.
Or that I tingle when her newly painted toes brush against my feet.
I often think what my life would be like if me and her didn't meet.
Would she even look twice if we crossed paths in the street.
Her hands move against the pillow as if
I'll forgetI'll forget the days, and remember the nights,I'll forget3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll forget the wrongs, and only think the rights,
I'll forget the lies, and remember the truth,
I'll forget the world, and only think of you,
I'll forget the tears, and remember the pain,
I'll forget the faults, and who was to blame,
I'll forget the different, and the things that changed,
I'll forget your body, but remember your name.
Family PortraitFamily Portrait.Family Portrait4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He comes home late, surly and disorderly.
Tears streaking from his eyes because he's so morbidly
Depressed and continues to drink unlawfully.
He notices I'm awake and sits me down forcefully.
He tells me to come close as he whispers to me reassuringly.
Then he thrusts me around the room, beating me unremorsefully.
He said its my fault that mum decided to leave.
He pulls me closer as he venomously adjusts his sleeves.
He said he regrets the day I was ever conceived.
He lifts me up towards the ceiling with supreme ease.
Grasping at my throat making it difficult for me to breathe.
He intensifies his grip whilst gritting his jaundiced coloured teeth.
He loosens his hold and my body slumps to the floor.
I inhale distressingly, not knowing how much more I will have to endure.
He holds his head in his hands and stumbles towards the door.
I crawl to the side cabinet to gaze at our family picture that once he tore.
Thinking to myself could it really be true.
Am I th
Dark FeelingsI can’t stop myself from having themDark Feelings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I try to push them out of my mind
They creep into my heart
They corrupt it
I always think, it’s not right to feel this way
Sometimes when they’re strong
They leak out of my eyes
But they always come back
These dark feelings will never leave.
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Fleeting MomentA moment so fleetingFleeting Moment3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Be still my heart from beating.
A moment so charming
With eyes so disarming.
A moment so quiet
No one can deny it.
A moment so profound
With such a dulcet sound.
A moment so shy
You dare not say goodbye.
A moment so intense
Filled with such suspense.
A moment so fateful
Feeling ever so grateful.
This moment comes and goes
How long will it last?
I'm sorryI'm sorry that two wrongs don't make a right.I'm sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But if they did,
I'm sorry I've done so many rights.
A darkness in herDear boy, it seems that you're falling,A darkness in her4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling for a girl with dark eyes, dark hair
And though she tries to hide it , deny it,
She has a dark soul
She will never admit it, but you shine a light
On the darkness that she keeps locked away
Hey fear, anger and sadness are masked by a smile
And a carefree laugh
We all have a darkness, you might say
But is it not shameful to have
A place inside you consumed by fear, desperation, lust,
Love, and greed?
She cries now, crying because she thinks you're falling for her
And she will break you, intentionally, into shards of child-like love
Because there's only so far a heart can stretch
And 7,657 miles is probably too far
She hopes that you can stay strong, but at the same time
She hopes that you are feeling the same dark desire
To never see her leave
Like she will
Boy, if you are falling
Don't look into her eyes
Because those dark eyes will absorb you
Into a universe of love
The Victim.The scars on my best friends arm were visible for everybody to see.The Victim.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting in my History class, my teacher rambles on and on about Women's Rights in the years leading up to World War I, but I am not paying attention.
I could tell from just looking at Claire that she wasn't either. She sat with her head resting on her arm. A pensive look on her face as she stares out of the window into the dreary, grey, dull morning. I could only see the side of her little blonde head. She was in that secret place of hers again. The one that I was not permitted to enter.
I put my head down on the desk and close my eyes. Life wasn't good right now. Every now and again, Claire sniffed. This was the usual nowadays, I didn't bother to look up.
"Victoria! Please pay attention!" Mrs Findlay barked crisply above the babble of the class. "Settle down..." She ordered, and then went back to teaching.
I sat up straight and made myself look like I was interested, but of course, I wasn't.
I often got rows in class
Dear HeartI just don't love you anymore.Dear Heart3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Breaking NewsBreaking News.Breaking News3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's somebody's mother.
Who was beaten and raped by another
Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.
Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.
Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.
That's somebody's daughter.
Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.
By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.
Super heros do not exist in this reality.
Does that mean this world is not worth saving?
That's somebody's father.
Who was shot by another individual who would rather
Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.
The things humans can do to each other.
No one can deny this world is not filled with ill repute.
That's somebody's son.
Who was a victim of a hit and run
Situation that should never had occurred.
His family are now seeking solace from a church.
But can anyone really say that in the end
We all get what we deserve?
Why?If love hurts then why do we seek it?Why?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If we break promises then why do we promise in the first place?
If hate is bad why do we carry it within ourselves?
If change is good why do we cling to the past?
If revenge is pointless why do we seek to carry it out?
If life is unfair why do we seek to change it?
If humans are smart then why do we fight?
If people die then why do we seek friends?
If what goes around comes around why do some people never get their retribution?
If people fight why do we seek peace?
When all is lost why do we so desperately cling to hope?
If we care why do we ignore the people that need us most?
If life is precious then why do people kill?
If love is always there why do some never feel it?
YoungFiction has been a little hard to come by the past week so I'm dipping my pen into nonfiction ink. This may be better suited to a journal entry, but it is meant to be as much personal as it is a conversation with you.Young3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I just got back from the funeral (technically the wake, but I tend to call the entire "event" the funeral) of a girl I went to high school with and worked with a few years ago. We weren't really friends or close or anything like that, but even so, there's that unspoken bond between coworkers that doesn't breach friendship necessarily but definitely moves beyond just a mere acquaintance. In reality, few people would have questioned it if I hadn't gone, but it felt wrong not to. She was 23. That was a lot of the reason why it felt wrong not to go. No one should die with so much life ahead of her. No one should have to bury a child. Grandparents don't bury grandchildren. It just doesn't w
CaffeineCaffeine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are always there for me
no matter the time.
If I am able to love,
I love you, my eternal valentine.
Black, strong body, perfumed,
and a bit bitter, I confess.
But your warmth and your taste,
gently, my mouth, caress.
Bolder with your warmth,
the black ink in my veins.
When I'm losing my mind,
you help me to keep sane.
I need you to keep alive,
you make me awake, you make me keen.
But even if I were mess,
I'd be a mess full of caffeine.
The planet may go stray,
and it'd be all right to me.
I forget all my concerns
with a good cup of strong coffee.
YOUIn a dark place you found me.YOU3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Unbeknownst to us all, I was lost. He loved me and I froze in time.
Hungry for that flesh of mine.
I stayed. Always faithful on a physical level, but attachments did grow.
The want to please took over me, and that caused my pain. In an effort to push my feelings aside, I grew detached.
My life was a song on repeat, and I couldn’t break the habit. Then I met you. As always, I took interest. I did not try to suppress it. It was there. It flared inside me, bright and beautiful, and I was happy.
I saw what I wanted in you. I saw everything that could be, but I thought never would be.
Someone told me to get my act together. He’ll understand. If not, then he’s not worth it. This cut deep. I knew you were something, not nothing.
You were worth it.
So I changed.
I cried, let it all out, which seemed to not be much at all. Makes you wonder how long I’d been living in a loveless relationship. Not that it matters anymore.
What we have now is s
she whispered."I believe you can do it."she whispered.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
WritingWritingWriting5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up your pen.
A scrambling of letters makes a word.
A scrambling of words makes a sentence.
Point, another line, another sentence.
Does it have to rhyme?
Does it have to be correct English?
That's a must.
Does it have to be good?
A poem is as good as the writer makes it.
A final point.
Put your pen down.
You have written a poem.
Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.Domestic Abuse3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.
She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even though she flinches whenever his fists begin clenching.
She is blindly caught up in a relentless and traumatic cyclic system.
How much more will she have to take?
How many more bones does she have to break?
How many times can she label his actions as a harmless mistake?
When will she realise that she does not have to be subjected to her mother's fate?
When will sh