love letter to the state of florida1.love letter to the state of florida8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i am not in love with you.
i left you when the leaves turned and i'm back for now,
but only 'til i muster the strength to hoist my bags & run away
believe me, it's not that you're not paradise,
because i've had my fair share of briny breezes & tequila sunrises
and i too have caught myself with my toes in the sand for a tad
blinding white is just too opaque for glass houses and you know
the way the sun shines at midday, that'll melt your face right off
if you stare long enough--
trust me, i know a guy.
last saturday i saw your face on the cover of a national geographic
at the doctor's office,
they caught you singing in the misty rain, voice sweet i remember
like honeysuckle & orange blossoms in the summertime,
there were strands of sargassum woven into your hair, it smelled of
fresh dew, it stole the sun in handfuls and waltzed with the wind
around your shoulder blades;
i found angels sleeping in the crook of your back, skin golden honey
opening to catch saltsp
Creepypasta- talking to Slenderman and the Rake!Creepypasta- talking to Slenderman and the Rake!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Tips: Big Creative ProjectsWhen working on a big project, whether it be a comic, novel, video, complex painting etc, it's very common to find yourself stuck at any given point. It happens to everyone; maybe you're unsure of where to go next, or working on it has become more of a chore and less fun But there are some simple things you can do to make sure that you get through your project in the most easy and enjoyable way.Tips: Big Creative Projects2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Before you get started
Before you even begin working on your project, there are a few things you should do to make it a little easier on yourself and to help keep things going smoothly.
~ Write down your ideas
This one is a bit of a no-brainer really. Make a mind map or some bullet points of all of the things you want to include in your project. Events, themes, character profiles; no idea is too insignificant. You won't remember every idea you come up with, so writing it all down will make sure you never forget the best ones.
~ Plan ahead
Remember when you were a kid and y
Raise a Black FlagYou love so many.Raise a Black Flag2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then hate so many,
For not loving as many as you.
You pray for so many.
Then curse so many,
For not praying for as many as you.
You help so many.
Then hinder so many,
For not helping as many as you.
You are guilty of hypocrisy,
Then criticize the hypocrites.
So maybe you should be "ignorant" too.
HistoryThere are momentsHistory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you wish never end
Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.
Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.
Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.
Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.
They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.
History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.
DaysThere were days when I got lost behind the moons eyes, the suns smiles, and the clouds tears.Days5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Days where the wind crept up from behind and whipped my hair around my neck suffocating me.
There were days when I got lost within the days light and the nights dark.
The stars were painted black like my heart disappearing, blending into nothingness.
There were days I drowned in the waters depths, and lived inside concrete walls.
Meshing together light and dark; becoming one.
There were days my body was weak from fighting, my mind strong from cartwheel thoughts racing.
My mind running a marathon as my body falls to pieces becoming dust that gets whipped away by the same winds that suffocated me.
AtticI went through the attic todayAttic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to see the memories that lie.
Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.
Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,
photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.
I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.
A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.
Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.
So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,
I cry happy tears
at the memories that have passed.
'Darling, come downstairs!'
I can almost hear your voice shout below.
'Dear! You are never going to believe
the memories that I just unearthed.
Let's look together, and relive the old
and maybe then my tears for memories past
can become tears for something new.'
Say GoodbyeYou stained my eyes with the beauty of your smile.Say Goodbye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One look from you melted my innards like
Acid burning the linings of my heart.
And I still cant bring myself to say goodbye
WishWish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some wish to be rich,
While some wish to be wise.
Some wish to stop that itch,
Others wish of winning a prize.
Some wish to be known,
Some wish they could be a star.
Some wish to sit on the throne,
And some wish that they could hide their scars.
Some wish their life was different,
Some wish their life had ended.
Some wish that they could be indifferent,
Some wish their life could be extended.
We all wish for something,
Maybe one of those mentioned above.
We should work towards that thing,
Even if we wish for just some love.
Celestial Memories When I was little, I used to want to be a ballerina.Celestial Memories2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was so convinced I would be, in fact, that I walked on my tiptoes everywhere I went, no matter what I was doing. I eventually grew out of that dream, but I never stopped tiptoeing around.
Partially because it had become a habit, but more so, I think, because it was and is so useful.
Right now, for instance.
Have you ever been so incredibly curious about something that you just couldn’t help yourself? That you just had to know, no matter what?
That would be my excuse, so I hope you keep it in your mind.
I am currently standing outside my parent’s bedroom. You wouldn’t be wrong to say I’m eavesdropping.
Why? I was walking by, minding my own business, when I heard my name.
“… all because of Rhea…”
Love Hate GoodbyeShe's too controlling.Love Hate Goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't understand us.
We're trying to help.
They're just jealous.
We're your friends
Stop being their friend.
She's cheating on you.
He came onto me.
You have to break up with her.
But I love you.
We don't like her.
I don't like them.
She's turning you against us.
They're mean to me.
You're selling us out.
It's me or them.
She changed you...
You made the right choice.
UntiltedStitch by stitchUntilted2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Thread to thread
Tie the knot
end the dread.
Through the flesh
to the other side
pull tight the wound
let it bind.
Heal the bruises;
mend the break
My troubled heart;
may its freedom take.
Mother earth who gave me strength;
Mother moon who watches me;
Sister flame and candle white;
I draw the pain unto your light.
Burn away sins of unfaithful man;
Burn away pain of failed plans.
Mothers and sisters heal me;
I call to you in heavy need,
So mote it be.
What If?What if everything you had ever heard or seenWhat If?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
wasn't a memory, but a dream?
What if everything you've grown to love and know
is some elaborate type of show?
What if your whole existence was a lie?
Would you rather live on or just die?
What if you've been forever taking the perfect drug,
and it's got you wrapped in the perfect hug,
a cushion of understanding and emotion
all administered through the perfect potion?
Would anything matter if nothing was true?
What if it wasn't, would I matter to you?
ChaosSo much hurtChaos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So little time
I'm not sure
I'll make it rhyme
My head races
My stomach complains
Another night I left it empty
Blade calls in a sing song voice
"return for your seconds,
I'll rock you to sleep."
My head pounds
Good thoughts drown
Another night I'm left alone
Eyes blur,heart hurts
But not in a heart-sick way
A very real chest pain
I should probably tell someone
These keep happening
Side-effects, the deadly kind
Neck throbs from the slices
And everywhere itches
Not a place on my skin
Am I not healing and scabbing.
Scabs and blood,
Hurt and pain,
Tears and screams.
Daily life here in distopia