Let Go Hold OnLet Go Hold On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that matters or should matter let it go
Every person that ever loved you or will love you let them go
Every dream or wish you've ever had let them all go
Every wrong you never corrected just let go
Every hurt you ever felt or will know let them go
Every joy you may bring to others that brought joy to you let them all go
Giving up is easy
But holding onto all that is dear to you or that you'll ever care for
Is what sets us apart from those that just give up and those that refuse to walk away
Trust me.Are you okay?Trust me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ahah. Yes I am. I'm just tired.
Tired of? Come on, talk to me.
Sigh. You don't want to know.
Yes, yes I do. I care about you. What's the problem?
Trust me. You don't want to know.
Fine. I drag it again and again everyday on my back.
It attacks me,
Sometimes once a month,
Sometimes once in a week,
Sometimes once a day.
It ushers me,
To be braver than I am,
To do more than I possibly ever could.
And I'm okay with that, sometimes, even glad.
I feed it, I tend to it, I nurture "it's" ways, and give in all the time.
It requires too much of me, for the only way to feed it is through my blood and tears, for that is what it requires to bloom. The worst part of it I hear you ask?
I don't even try to stop it.
You see, It leaves these marks, these straight lines, about five tones darker than my actual skin colour, and they happen to love my ankles.
What? What are you trying to tell me?
What the hell do you think?
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Left BehindA radiant beauty forms before my eyes–Left Behind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My last thoughts are of only one I left.
So long I've gone while of her I'm bereft–
By velvet jaws I feel myself arise.
She's soft to touch, yet I feel just despair–
Smiles and lifts my limp form to the sky
And sets me down in grassy fields thereby–
The pain and beauty's more than I can bear.
Blink, she says, for now you are awake.
Breathe, she says, for it shall do no harm.
Smile, she says, for I'm here for your sake.
Speak, she says, for still your tongue is warm.
What place is this? To where have I been brought?
What angel you? What spirit, or what god?
Elysium, or Yggdrasil: the end.
To here I ferry broken souls to mend.
Is this my end? What of my life behind?
What path's for one with such a troubled mind?
No true evil in you has reside;
Your journey's yours to make and to decide.
Elysium's fair, but I wish to return;
My life below remains my sole concern.
Your death's come, child, and in this you are blessed:
For of all paths, returning's
Shattered Ice, Festering WoundsShe studies her face in the mirror; frigid turquoise eyes stare back, imitating the blank eyes of the dead. A sheet of white fabric floats idly around her black hairline, framing her pale, angular face. Absentmindedly, she brushes the cloth away before pressing her toughened hand against the glass, watching her mirror image do the same.Shattered Ice, Festering Wounds3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At least I have you.
Indecision lies in the curling of her youthful fingers, the worry of her lowered brow. Without a word she pulls the spider’s web of fabric over her face- an obscuring, shielding veil- and examines herself in the mirror.
Do I look the part of the jubilant bride?
She eases her lips into a masked, shy smile. She feels naked, though she’s wrapped in swaths of fabric. In the mirror, she resembles a doll dressed up in layers upon layers of heavenly snow. Just a mannequin, perhaps; a mold, practice for reality.
Maybe he won't notice.
Pushing herself into motion, she mechanically makes her way out of her roo
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
Darling, Would You?Darling,Darling, Would You?2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I was to
String up little
All twined in my hair-
Try to catch them all,
In a quest
To know my soul?
If I was to
Hide a thousand
Shards of seaglass-
Try to find them all,
In a journey
To see my reflection?
If I was to
Pick a delicate
Toss its petals to the wind-
Pluck them from the sky,
In a dream
Of touching my heart?
If I was to
Give you a soft
Make us immortal
In a hope for nothing
But to cease to be alone,
Even for just a moment?
LoveLove is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on.Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad.
Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone.
Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad.
Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws.
A human being will never be perfect.
Everything that person does you will give a loud applause.
Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct.
You want them to smile.
You would work extra just to be with that person.
Even if it would be just for a while.
Love is unconditional, that's the truth.
SurfersThe boys have gone,Surfers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And girl beside,
To ride the waves
Upon the tide.
To defy Poseidon's wrath
Against his watery plane.
Star LightI used to stare into the nightStar Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reciting the words my mother taught me
I wish I may...
Cold seeping under the closed window sash, my fingers leave wet, misty marks
on the pane
Hoping you would be okay
Trusting fate to bring you home
The crashI saw it happen. Miles awaya flash of lightNo sound, like a movie
Dark clouds covering the milky way.
Now I sit
Watching this haunted star
No such thing as magic.
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
Jellyfish DreamsFlashes of stinging white crackle across satin. If you stared at it for too long, wishing for stars, you would surely be driven mad. Only the omnipresent hum of vehicles grounds me while I am in transit, preventing exactly that.Jellyfish Dreams2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Despite frightening posters of malicious stars, their light bleeding into blood being my earliest memory, I continue to peer out the window and search for the malicious stars. Once there was a time when you could just see them beside the faint halo of street lamps, ornate and cheerfully painted. Sometimes, even a globe would blow and in that little patch the stars would glow brighter.
When I heard that rumour there was no blood but my own. Biting my lip with anticipation, something had dribbled down my chin, and touching it to see what it was, there was red. Advertisements of the Afflicted reeled through my mind. Deranged eyes, wild hair, ashen skin, mouths opened in a perpetual scream. "Their danger to all is as real as the stars." I hyperventilated, th
FishingFishing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I caught your glance
And I was struck,
I knew my wish
I needed luck,
I cast my line
Into the sea,
And hoped you'd bite
So we could be.<3
The Slender Man, ch 4Chapter Four.The Slender Man, ch 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I knew there had to be a connection. It was all too strange. I decided to write down all possible clues to try and make sense of things. What I concluded did not make much sense either, but it did give me somewhere to start. Anne had seen a suited man twice in the woods, and claimed that he had a laugh that frightened her. The mirror was way too high up for Anne to reach, yet somehow it had smashed. She had said "it was in the mirror". Anne began to fear windows at night time, and once while staying in our bed, she claimed to hear the frightening laugh outside the window. My guess is that she was scared of windows because she was afraid the suited man would watch her through it. I do not doubt this. The suited man had a very strong affect on Anne. I plan on finding out what was so terrifying about him that would give her nightmares. I am beginning to wonder whether Anne had been keeping more details from me than I first assumed. I certainly hope she never
Slender Man, ch 10The RoadSlender Man, ch 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My mind was only half focused on Richard. The other half unwillingly showed me a repeated slideshow of images. Anne, the house, the suited man no, the suited thing. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. I had been on the road for three hours. I was travelling north, not knowing or caring where I was going. Away; that was good enough. The road turned and my tired mind drifted with it, back to my husband. I wondered what he would be doing at this moment, and where he would be. Perhaps making his unwell mother something to eat. Maybe putting the kettle on. I imagined him steadily dunking a teabag into a mug of hot water, with the radio on and the sun shining through the window. I wondered what Richard might assume I would be doing right now. Maybe reading a book or doing the washing. He would be comforted by that thought. However, the reality was far from comforting. Here I was, speeding aimlessly down an unknown road, trying to place as much distance as p
Reaching Out To SanityReaching Out To Sanity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
Key to My escape.Key to My escape.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Perhaps my mind is better
off left in this bizarre dimension
though nothing makes sense
even to me.
So I will gladly, with the purple cat
and his cunning grin, laugh
Ha ha Ha ha Ha
Or have a cup of tea with my friend
Mad Hatter. But, shhhhhhhhh
La La La La La
Don't tell him that
it is not his tea what
I desire on my virgin lips.
Even the shade of the
painted roses, cannot
compare to my telltale blush.
But once awake, I look around
to the world I despise.
Desperately searching for
my white rabbit
with his ticking clock
To no avail, here I sit
wishing for the key to my escape
to my WonderLand.
Rude Awakening Just about every school morning, my alarm clock violently yanks me out of sleep at 6 o' clock. I set my alarm -- a radio -- to a station that has no connection, because I prefer being woken up by static from the radio than Danielle's voice on the z100 Morning Show -- not like I have a fondness for either to be the absolute first thing I hear every morning.Rude Awakening3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I purposely set the alarm's volume extremely high, and keep my iHome on the other side of my room on my bookshelf. Otherwise, I'll never leave my bed. This means that every morning, my eyelids spring open as I throw myself out of bed and fly across the room to turn it off as soon as possible. My alarm clock scares me. I have nightmares about the cursed thing.
Here's a typical school morning:
One second, I am asleep. In an instant, my alarm is off and my eyes are suddenly open. Radio static. Excruciatingly loud. I fling myself out of bed with as much balance as I would if I were on a pogo stick. I
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
Let's make the whole world listenLet's make the whole world listen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's take these feelings and make them substance. Give them a name and a life, removed from ourselves.
Let's create something that will make you sad just by looking at it, because loneliness hurts best when it's shared.
Let's call it art, and hope for something more.
But let's do it somewhere else, it's so fucking quiet here.
The Magic MirrorMy mistress was a queen.The Magic Mirror4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She knew I could have seen such things;
The crops each season brings,
The ministers and kings who would
Sign treaties for her good;
The noble things she could have said
And done, with king abed,
Ageing, mad and half dead, but she
Betrayed him; misused me.
Handsome she was, I'd see, and tall;
Asked mirror on the wall,
Who was fairest in all the land.
I thought her fairest, and
I told her so; the grand queen knew
A spirit's words were true,
While little princess grew, until
Her looks were fit to kill.
I thought to lie, but still I told
The truth as queen grew old,
And Snow, whose heart of gold did shine
The fault, I fear, was mine.
For spirits, truth is fine and right,
But my words brought her blight.
How dreadful her fate might have been.
The Slender Man ch2 Chapter Two.The Slender Man ch25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The day of Anne's sixth birthday party started early. She was so excited to receive her presents that she set her own alarm just before sunrise and came bursting into the master bedroom with a bang. It hurts me to remember the happiness of that day, in retrospect of what was to come.
The presents were opened and hugs and kisses were delivered from Richard and I. There weren't as many gifts as I would have liked to give her as we were struggling for money, but Anne didn't seem to mind. As the day grew lighter, I cooked waffles with maple syrup for breakfast. Anne's favourite. Richard had taken the day off work from the small building firm so that we could spend the day as a family. It was an excellent day for us all.
At noon, a few of Anne's friends arrived for a small party. I had already decorated the yard with banners and balloons. At sunset, I served the birthday cake adorned with six flaming candles. She blew them
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
Becoming UnjudgedBecoming Unjudged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And engulfed society
It's hard to believe-
That some of us still have our humanity
And there are those who still cannot see
The damaged moralities-
That were bestowed from a corrupted creed
You don't know the heavy burden that each of us carries
As gray as gray can be
Told that the way I am is wrong
I was taught to fear the real me!
Learning to hate differentiality
Hearing whispers all around
I despised my own identity
Things need to change now!
Some of us don't even make it that far / It's not what you do- but who you are
None of us should ever live in the dark / There will always be a spark in our hearts
Heads held high
Let the true colors show
Revealed in the light
There's no reason to hide anymore!
Take control of life
Get rid of past remorse
Leave it all behind
Happiness is worth fighting for!
Conceals a lesson
One that's worth the cost
Each of us deserves a clear conscience-
The hope that we carr