Killer hand 21Killer hand 214 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting in the park Abi lay back on the park table looking up at the dark sky watching the stars "Hey pretty thing." Came a voice, Abi at up and looked around to see a men looking at her oh boy she thought she sat up and crossed one leg over the other
"What don't want to us, how about we all get to know each other better?" a smeary blonde said stepping forward and hopping onto the table with her as the others walk towards them, "Come on tell us your name." He asked as he rested his hand on her thigh, she wiggled her finger, he grinned at his friends as he moved closer to, Abi's hand grabbed his hand and tighten her grip making him gasp in pain
"I'm Abi whats yours?" she said snapping his hand, she then pinned him down on the table he screamed as she pulled out a knife
"HELP ME YOU IDIOT, SHE CRAZY!" the man shouted, Abi drive the knife into his neck, pulling the knife out she clamped her mouth around the hole and started drinking his blood,
SuffocatingAnd babe, the truth is,Suffocating3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just the landfill you dump
your bad days into.
The Cunning Blade.You've become his prey,The Cunning Blade.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A helpless victim
Lost deep within
His chilling grip.
You wake up,
Your hearts pounding
And you're sweating,
You woke to a scary man.
He breathes down your neck and whispers,
You started to cry uncontrollably,
Hot breath beats behind your ear
And your throat stings
From his cunning blade.
Idylliche always spoke of the romantic stance in a smokerIdyllic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whose every gasp was like a suicidal swansong, he
wrapped himself up so tightly in unwarranted wishing, when
they stripped him free, he then stumbled into the sunlight
and burnt [out]
no one laced his pillows with lavender and moonbeams
and all the other things that call dreams out from
hiding; but he still prayed upside-down overdone
every evening for a falling star to find its way
instead, they surrounded him with [a grain of]
salt circles like curses to draw out the weaknesses
temptation had embedded in him, because
nothing beautiful was ever built atop a rotten foundation
(one exception: architecture of shattered resplendence)
and no one ever got anywhere by treating the
thorns in their side as a reminder to remain
more prominent than the injuries they would inflict.
he's broken (he does not reflect) he wanes and worries
as his heart choruses "not enough," ever-growing
as his fears acclimate and his pulse sings- some
HonestlyHe toldHonestly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two Become OneOrnamental starsTwo Become One6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hunch over our shoulders;
my hands crowd over your chest.
The moon mingles
and gazes above.
We begin love
so immensely, destined
inside each others bodies.
preciouswhy must we seek out conversation companionshipprecious5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and upon finding it
why do we hold on to it so desperately
try to hold on to it as if its something we can keep
a prized treasure
to escape our own consciousness
to forget for a moment
the emotion pressing hard at the skull
the heart pounding relentlessly
back and forth in its cage
the toes that are a little too big
the oddly shaped shoulders
and awkward knees
precious is any brief respite
from the imperfection of
In Your Own Sweet TimeIt was good to wake this morning, knowing nothing exceptIn Your Own Sweet Time6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how much I love you, worthy to blanket me in dreams.
You're the moon and cannot be stolen, never borrowed.
It's clear you seem unlike anyone, and you are.
When I fell in love with you, when I first told you,
I knew where I'd be for the rest of my life. You have
colored everything. We have memories close enough
to a world explorer.
You told me things you'd never tell anyone, meaning
your heart for me is calm.
Time was invented for waiting,
and I'll be here.
with the distanceSpotlights fading, actors turning into monochrome, i'm going home......with the distance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking at myself in the mirror...wiping the happy face, blank stare, empty inside
I am broken...nothing left on but flaws
Trapped in a character I'm playing for quite a long while
Turn the page............
So I let you go like a paper boat on the river
I took a picture of you before I let you sail away
A memory so strong...with just one tap....enough to break my ground..
I liked you, I loved you...and sometimes I asked did you felt the same way??
Is it just me who fell??
Is it just me who opened up??
Forgive me in the days i hurt you because I failed to understand you
In several times I put myself first than to be sensitive with the situations
Both of us became selfish..I told you and tried so many times to break it but you refused
Those days i don't know my place..you said you feel the same way
But like a diorama of the cross roads without any signs..I really don't know the direction
Is this road lead to Exclusiv
wrinkledYoung wrinkled hands shieldedwrinkled6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes of inexperience
From the defeaning brightness of
I made some soup tooI would like to present to you, this jacket, in the spirit of 'fuck, it's cold!'I made some soup too6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
OCDI count the cracks in between the blocks of cement beneath me as I walk. Two. Two. Four. Four. Always four sets of that. Always two, two, four, four. Four times each. Look up. Blink 8 times. Two sets of four. Then back down. Two, two, four, four.OCD3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Safe. Those numbers are safe. Even, not odd. Odd is bad. 'Odd' is what people call you when you're different. Bad. Wrong.
Two, two, four, four. I try to focus on something else, not on how many steps I'm taking, because there are people behind me. Person. One set of footsteps. Bad. Half of two. I think of it as two feet, and that's better. I feel better.
I round a corner, looking for my goal. Always a goal; always a pull. It's getting stronger, so I'm getting close. I have to hurry, I have to lose the person behind me. They kept walking straight. Good.
It's raining again. It's been raining every three days for the past week. Three and Seven. Not good, but not the worst numbers. They add up to ten. Even. Safe. I duck into an alley, and stop sho
DeathHer breath short, she smiles as the blood flows,Death5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling each drop, willing her eyes to close.
The blade going deeper, the minutes ticking away,
Wishing for her death, they never expected their words to pay.
Hiding her scars under her striped gloves, they had no clue,
What their simple little words could do.
Always hiding, her hair in her face,
A small little girl, never having any dreams to chase.
Wearing her hoodie, keeping to herself,
She went through her days, having little wealth.
Was she ever really happy, or was her smile fake?
Her eyes closing, thinking of the words she always had to take.
Maybe they'd listen, if she were gone,
How much she hurt, how they're wrong.
Her heart was broken, she was silently weeping,
She listened to the silence, their hatred creeping.
She could never trust, no matter who,
Her head spinning, not knowing what was true.
She was so sad, wishing to be dead,
All the pain, finally went to her head.
You think she's alive, but you're so wrong,
Be quiet and l
existenceliveexistence6 years ago in Open More Like This
Abandon numbers and the confines of
Word's are everything but
revel in their absence.
unbind yourself from
requirements and social order.
Stuck on existence.
is to waste food, labor
hollow and empty
Dr Jekyll and Mr HydeDr Jekyll and Mr HydeDr Jekyll and Mr Hyde3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have blood on my hands
And my mind is racing with images of bloody carnage
Is this a dream or reality?
I took some medication and it made me forget reality
Could it turn me into a monster?
I remember taking a knife
And stabbing someone in the street
I stabbed them again and again
It feels like a dream
But it could be reality
I become psychotic from time to time
The medication is supposed to make me better
It could be a case of Jekyll and Hyde
There is a monster within all of us
Will I put on trial and thrown into prison?
Did I really kill someone?
I don't remember but there is blood on my hands
Am I guilty of a violent crime?
Is there a defence of mental instability?
I cannot cope with reality
And I could not cope with time in prison
I will take my life and end it all
Sorry to all those who love me
But I am a danger to all whilst I live
I cannot remember the crimes I have committed
Forgive me and pray that I make it to Heaven
Wyrmling Ghostwritenew millennium toothacheWyrmling Ghostwrite4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
w feeder hand, aluminum
bubblegum knuckle muncher bumpin' phoenix plumage...
& I rock the Rings, now!
supernova falcon flipper -
was-a-real-boy chicken shitter -
fist-fuck photon vision sifter -
soullost, anon forgetter -
so lost, rewind protector -
dead princess bone collector -
hopelessly tethered to the Ghosts, remember?
Nah, man, I don't know any of the Ghosts by name
but I've been following the will'o'wisps
chasin' knowledge, speed & blame
tryin' to play that Martyr's game
Inhale, exhale, cause & effect
momentum, inertia, stardust & breath
Sleep becomes Death...
I can only fathom three modes of the Dream:
get fucked; feign sleep; & cheat Doctor King -
the triumvirate stains Red, White, and Green,
all for Tide bleach and Amerik
ceaseI'll forget the futurecease6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
carry the useful memories on
The past is no longer a prison or an
Time is relentlessly indifferent
so I'll cease whimpering at his feet.
If only ...If only ...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If only I could send you sunshine from my part of the world
enveloped in glittering happiness ... happiness from my soul.
I could whisper in your ear
words of sweetness or any fear.
If only I could wipe your tears and shatter your doubts ...
to be a true pillar in your life.
I could comfort or please you ...
care for you!
For you who managed to revive every bit of me ...
perfected and improved version of me.
If only I could repay you ... I will just give me more time.
But for now ... no need to be a God or a Wizard just to say ...
stringsI find myself hummingstrings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sickly sweet melody
unsure of this feeling
but I've been here before
and its plain to see my
pain pleasure misery
run through puppet strings
held by her finger tips and she
doesn't even know it.
managedlife wants you to walkmanaged6 years ago in Open More Like This
at a steady measured pace
in line with your peers
the system would like you to be
you are required to
find a means by which
to sustain yourself during
your time spent
in your unique self-constructed cage
Barely BreathingBarely daring to breatheBarely Breathing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A moment could be startled away
The tear sits unshed until
It loses its surface tension
There are points in time
When an exhalation is
A hurricane in the making
Fading of Time (with picture)Fading of Time (with picture)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As an infant, I started Life anew. My mother
held me in her comforting arms, smiling through
tears. Oh, what a joyful moment it was when my
parents first laid eyes on me...
As a child, I always thought the world
was a wonderful place.
No worries. No sorrow. No pain.
Running free as the breeze met my skin,
I closed my eyes, daydreaming, daydreaming...
As a young adult, Life became different.
More perplexed. More challenging.
Is this the Life I thought and longed for when I was
a mere child? Oh, what difficulties Life led me to...
Now, as I grow old, lying here while my love sleeps,
Time fades away.
Slowly, I start to ponder of the future that awaits younger ones.
How will Life treat them? When will their Time fade?
Only the future holds the answers.
why we're better now back the way we came pastwhy we're better now2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yellow-eyed coyotes, two
getting the hell out of
our futuristic vineyard,
expanses spilling oceans
on my neck. I wanted something
certain from you
the heart attack
I slept through
now, my lips pulse;
sanguine peaches making
music of arrhythmic lace
as you rupture in the sea:
a wet throat blooming
open in tessellations
SurviveWhispers in my earSurvive3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.