The Cunning Blade.You've become his prey,The Cunning Blade.2 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.
The ElementsI.The Elements2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wine as red as stained glass
is lifted up & tilted back
touch wood like thunder
having given up grace
thread across wrists & palms
spent vessels returning to the heart
Fingertips suffused with pulse
lift to lightning's loveliness
SuffocatingAnd babe, the truth is,Suffocating2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just the landfill you dump
your bad days into.
Movies don't tell you the truth about love--When your faceMovies don't tell you the truth about love--3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is covered in whiskers
and your eyes
crinkle at the corners
and you never remember
where you put the keys,
I'll still love you,
I don't always remember
preciouswhy must we seek out conversation companionshipprecious4 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
Slippingthere's a difference betweenSlipping4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falling and letting go:
if only gravity gave us time to choose.
Two Become OneOrnamental starsTwo Become One5 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.
with the distanceSpotlights fading, actors turning into monochrome, i'm going home......with the distance4 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
stillI still fill up with an implacable fear when I read your namestill4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It swells up in my stomach, squeezing my lungs for space
which must be why I can't
it doesn't make sense because a whole summer's gone by
and you're supposed to stop feeling the things that don't help
but its still there
it sounds cliché because its run across my eyes and mind so many times
and because it is
I still fear I've lost you.
In Your Own Sweet TimeIt was good to wake this morning, knowing nothing exceptIn Your Own Sweet Time5 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.
Rabbit Ghosts --C.you have eyes like winter nights, andRabbit Ghosts --C.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a voice like seashells.
sometimes you remind me so strongly
of the ocean, darling
and last night i dreamt you were on the beach
surrounded by rabbit ghosts
in the moonlight.
Soft wind was tangling your hair,
your auburn locks twirling
with glitter and salt,
and you were staring out at the sea,
a warbling lullaby
on your rose pink lips
as you threw your words into the water,
and I swear my heart stopped
when you turned around,
but you never saw me.
when i woke up,
you were lying next to me
bathed in that weightless blue
and i looked at you,
wondering why you kept your fluttering heart
so tightly trapped under your brittle bones
wondering why you never wanted to go to the ocean
wondering why you never seemed to see me,
even in my dreams.
midnight moonlight on the ocean;
maybe the problem isn't what you're seeing
when you've got your head turned to the left
and your eyes on the horizon,
what you're w
1. After the Game - ChellWho knew the outside world was so boring?1. After the Game - Chell4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
There's almost nothing here but grass and space.
But it was amazing.
Air moved out here, kind of like when you fall off a platform into a portal. But it wasn't as strong; it was just enough to tickle her.
The air was also warm. It was so much warmer outside than in the Enrichment Center, where it was a cooler temperature to keep everything running smoothly. Or so she was told. Everything but the humans.
The only materials she could ever remember handling were metal and concrete tile. That's literally all there is to work with down in Aperture. She had kicked off her long fall boots and ran around the little shed. The dirt - or what she assumed was dirt - clung in between her toes, and gave way slightly with each step she took. It was pleasantly cool, and pleased her. The dirt she felt inside was slimy, and didn't look like it wanted to be touched. She had avoided it.
Grass wasn't so fun to run through. It made her itch and even cut her in place
Dissecting the HeartYou have cold handsDissecting the Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a colder smile
and maybe I'd believe your li(f)e
if that ring around your finger
was an honest gesture
instead of just for show.
You snare the unsuspecting
in your cleverly woven web;
and maybe, just maybe,
I was once collecting dust
among the captured,
but my pulse no longer
pitter-patters your name
pumping your venom
through my veins.
You have greased-back hair
and a bad habit of grinding your teeth in your sleep
and I wonder:
if I were to dissect you
piece by bitter piece,
would I find bone-chips lining your stomach
like fragmented dreams
as the lint dragons lining the pockets
of your hand-me-down jeans?
Would I ever
find any trace of your soul,
or only traces that you never had one?
Your emotions are minuscule
and your eyes without warmth
because man without
is like a bird
It desires the one thing
that it cannot have;
you'll never feel like
you can fly.
Be careful what you become;
the crow never was
From guitar with loveCome to me and lose yourselfFrom guitar with love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon my strings,
Let my haunting melody,
Erase your stress and pain.
Stop the clock
With our rhythm and flow,
There's something so magical,
About me in your arms.
You can play me forever
And I'll never feel used.
So bang on me lover
For I adore the abuse.
Barely BreathingBarely daring to breatheBarely Breathing2 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
Mood Mint Madness Pt.1DRARRY SLASH! You no like, you no readMood Mint Madness Pt.12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you staring at, Potter?" Malfoy snarled, the corner of his mouth curling up in derision.
Harry could only stare in mute fascination at the light violet glow surrounding his arch nemesis, shocked into utter silence.
Malfoy sneered at him and tried again, "I see your brain's gone the way of Longbottom's. Just wait, next your bank account will go the way of Weasley's."
Harry knew that Malfoy was insulting him and that he should do something about it, such as hex Malfoy's mouth shut. But he was entirely beyond anything but confused horror. No matter what expression or gesture Malfoy made, the purple corona wouldn't budge.
"Did you hear me, Potter?" Malfoy waved a hand in front of his face. "Your face reminds me of the back end of a hippogriff."
Obviously it didn't, if the purple glow could be believed. Which Harry wasn't entirely sure it could be, and he was going to find out immediately. Without another word, he turned and walked awa
On Bulimia.The urge to purge has been strong and violent.On Bulimia.11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I don't purge anymore. I have on very rare occasion during fits of insane stress, but I avoid it at all costs. It's one behavior that I have tried to beat out of myself. I think about my delicate teeth and weak stomach, which bear witness to the self-destructive years of childhood robo-barfing. I think about the act of intentionally putting my face where other people crap, and how inherently disgusting that is.
I know it's horrid.
The thought, however, remains. What goes in can come back out. What makes you fat can be eradicated. What frightens you can be removed.
It's tempting at times.
Logically, it's much easier not to eat. Anorexics, to me, are much more logical creatures. They thrive on rational, logical, cold facts. They count calories. They know how much fat is in an ounce of cottage cheese. They perform mathematic calculations at the speed of light. Bulimics are people of passion and emotion. Food comforts. It's like a drug. It cau
FallingIt's called falling in loveFalling8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because pin-wheeling arms can't reverse it.
Slow motion rush,
You watch yourself freefall,
You'll tear your hands up on thorns
Just trying to stop.
It's called falling in love
Because it's exhilarating,
Love is like adrenalin,
And we're all a little addicted.
So we make the jump,
Too often forgetting a parachute.
It's called falling in love
Because it's not always pretty.
It's not a graceful swan dive,
Its not planned and carried out
With precision movements.
Even if the air is clear up there,
Even if the view is beautiful,
You're breathless as the oxygen
Rushes by your parched lips,
Leaving your lungs to starve.
Yes, it's called falling in love
Because it requires someone to catch you,
When you hit the ground
stringsI find myself hummingstrings4 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.
could possiblyExhausted by:could possibly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
taking reassurance in:
Dreaming at Dawn Breaks Hearts"I spent the morning dreaming, my eyes closed tight to reality and opened wide to a world I hardly recognized as my heart. It was chilly, a world of black bruises on white skin, goosebumps puckering my skin as I worked. To and fro, the same damn routine I'd been living in for years. And then, you arrived."Dreaming at Dawn Breaks Hearts4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To be honest, she almost hadn't recognized him. There was a dead-light look to his eyes, a rosy flush to his bony cheeks, that she couldn't remember seeing before. The cook's coat was almost too big for him. The veins in his neck were popped out as he strained to keep his torso from being swallowed by the white jacket.
"You said hi. That's it. Just one word, your tone the same for me as it would have been for any other stranger. And then you looked at me. Maybe that's what did it. Maybe that's what made me snap."
In the second his gaze met hers, the world stopped a
ceaseI'll forget the futurecease5 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.
oh my archimedesthere is a mediterranean maelstromoh my archimedes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of me, and frankly these demented bones,
are inventing a thousand ways to drown
my soul inward,
the curves of my cartilage are overripe vineyards
for myriads of apprehensions blossoming
age, insipid sand charting the honeysuckling
progression of snapping parabolas
the tempests swat opposing ranks
& I am afraid that I have begun to lose myself
between the roaring of my ears,
torrent in a can,
a soulless man -
and what is a man without a soul
[ I'm lighter than that]
these mythical caverns of what once was my days
are condensing into dripping pages,
I want the books to etch my ru