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.
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
HonestlyHe toldHonestly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
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.
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
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
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,
The Unseen LifeThe Unseen Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Unseen Life
I thought pain was created to fade
But it seems like my life was crafted to break
So I apologize to the mirror and say "I'm sorry, it's too late."
I can't even look at my own face, as I can never accept my mistakes
I realize that I am brokenly made
My mind bleeds away the memories I've wasted
Remorse begins to slowly fill in the gaps that are left
This stained razor blade leaves every dark moment perfectly divided
I try not to indulge in act of prayer, because I refuse to ever confess
Even in death I will never rest
All visible colors descend into the ground
And time drifts off to sleep
Every sharp outline ascends into the clouds
As this reality begins to dream
This world has truly abandoned me
I keep on doing what I've done
So I can't deny that I've forsaken hope
I couldn't stop the emptiness once it had begun
But I had no other choice, because I was left alone
All I have ever had was myself to disown
Dawning self-hatred with no e
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 ...
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
the gospel of two amreading collab with your-methamphetamine - http://sta.sh/0mk0ri4ja0athe gospel of two am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believed in unconditional love
until the conditions of the loved
built a wall to stop the flood of me.
maybe I did want you to drown
in something warm and good because
I am the blessed choking scarf:
a much needed reminder of
how sweet breathing is.
you realize something
in being the best person you can be
to someone and that is:
means being alone.
don't let anyone call you perfect--
simply a compliment tying the noose.
it is the seemingly flawless
who off themselves
they want to be
so they may be loved
and nothing is more broken
than the dead.
my chloroform love
is the reason you can't breathe.
I am the smotherer
working to unsmother you.
goodbye now, so you may breathe
and appreciate the ability to do so--
for the perfect are sacrificial lambs.
the silence in my swift departure sways.
Jesus SmokesI've decidedJesus Smokes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if Jesus came to Earth now,
he'd probably smoke cigarettes
and always fall in love
with the wrong person.
If we wake up at night
and can't get back to sleep,
I could teach him
how to un-love his neighbor
and he could tell me
what the salty water feels like
under his feet.
He might wear his hair in a ponytail
and his eyes would crinkle when he smiles,
and I would smile too,
and in a small voice ask him what hell was like,
and is there any way to get someone back
if they've already gone too far?
He would take a drag on his cigarette,
nod kindly at the two boys holding hands,
and say that hell is more a state of being
than an afterlife, and no amount of love
can rescue someone from their own mind.
I thought so, I would say, not mentioning
the nights I've cried myself to sleep
Stolen (part 1)Loki wasn't really planning to steal anything else that day. He was riding home with his brother from one of their ridiculous adventures, pretending to be interested in his brother's description of the battle he had fought that day. Loki had been too busy stealing back one of Odin's precious artifacts to bother about it at the time, and was not particularly bothered with it now.Stolen (part 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was also not bothered with Lady Freya, although Thor was. Loki rolled his eyes, but decided to wait while his brother went up to talk to her. A flicker of motion in the woods behind the two idiots caught his eye. He glanced over to see a young woman perched in a tree, moving her hands as though controlling something. She appeared to be deeply absorbed in something; in hopes that it might be interesting, Loki followed her gaze to Is that a duck?
The duck waddled somewhat stiffly toward Freya, settling on the ground just a few feet behind her. Flicking his eyes back to the girl, Loki saw that she
The Last TimeWhen you’re unable to touch the person you love,The Last Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you’re always thinking about it.
You’re recalling the last time you had them
in front of you, when you talked and smiled
and talked some more.
You think about how they said sorry
for being all over the place and hugged you,
and you wrapped your arms around them.
You felt the flushed softness of their body,
the rough clothes against their skin.
You remember how it felt to slide your hands
up under their shirt the first time,
how their eyes closed
and their breathing slowed,
how goosebumps rippled over them
and stayed long into the night.
When you remember that last time now,
how your arms wrapped around each other
and held position, talking, looking straight
and deep into each others’ eyes,
how you pulled them as close as they could come
into a lingering kiss so torturously slow
and unbelievably tender,
full of love unspoken by you both
When you remember the way their eyes closed,
meeting your kiss with timid recip
NamesakeThis letter is addressed to a man I don't know yet,Namesake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm not sure who you'll be in fifteen years or less,
but I am sure that I will send this, unlike every other,
because it will be long overdue by then.
First, I don't hate you.
I never hated you despite the right to,
and everyone likes to remind me I have the right to,
like I have the right to never see you again,
but I think that's petty,
and you've been petty enough for us both.
Second, I would have kept the secret
where it burrowed in my flesh
and let it fester through my cells
until they found a chemo for thought:
something toxic to take toxins,
but we've tried that before, haven't we?
Third, I did not tell her what you did to me,
only what I thought you did to him
because you became a monster
when my pain was no longer exclusive but,
fourth, I don't really believe you're a monster,
and I'd like to talk, someday.
Maybe after you receive this
or maybe after you decide you can explain
or never want to.
Last, if you never want to,
The Addict And The BankerTogether they came,The Addict And The Banker5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
before the Great Judge.
Comes to all,
this day that we grudge.
For this pathetic being,
some mercy can be shown.
For the soul that he sold,
was that of his own.
Then looking at that,
that stood tall and proud.
A darkness descended,
like that of a shroud.
Mercy for him,
there cannot be any.
For the souls he has sold,
they number many.
Fuck LoveFuck Love9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My leg hurts, and it's not even the leg that I smashed on the hard wood floor this morning, while jumping out of bed to stop you from leaving. Maybe this is my memoir of you, my last hurtful memory to think of you by. They always did say that love hurts.
Behind my pretty smile, there's a thick film coating my teeth; and I can't help but run my tongue over it to see if it tastes like you. I'm not sure if it does or not, 'cause my taste buds become extinct after I open a bottle of tequila, and half of it is gone. Slurred words and teary eyed expressions are all that is left of me.
And I'm sure that you think it's not your fault. It's never your fault. Nothings ever your fault.
But when I could feel my heart beating inside my stomach, and my tongue became hot and bitter as my temples were pulsating; I clenched my teeth and thought of you.
You: the one whose name had been written on my heart with a number two pencil. Everyone knows that pencil markings fade away through time. Just like
Unrelated Poems IIOne: UntitledUnrelated Poems II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A logic of patterns
align at once.
He's sharing at once his most intimate self,
then looks at me to do the same,
uncomprehending of the shallow depths
he cannot pierce with light,
but would only soak him to his ankles
if he stepped inside.
Three: To Narcissistic Idealists
I was underexposed to music
and cannot translate into a rhythmic language
that which I speak. So my words may be harsher,
more honest, the stuff that most can't take—
I like to think we'll be forgotten spectacularly.
Four: always in may—
meadow lark of the late spring
whistles to me in His tune:
an aubade, crisp and longing,
renders me awestruck,
wanting what I left in Ourself.
Five: Mami's Poem
"how deep is our disgust for women
that imbedded in the two languages we speak,
our nouns to describe her are softer,
less powerful on the tongue."
War HeroesBoots left home.War Heroes1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Flags came back.
fe(b)r(u)a(ry)today i stared atfe(b)r(u)a(ry)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
death, who was
painted the colour of
a young man.
his blood didn't
circulate with mine
but i was sewn into
the black like
i was surrounded by
the bloody remains of a
screaming car crash, and
people's thoughts were gasping
for air in the snow
along with man-made
i always thought the first
funeral i'd attend