-Only Me- a short story
I can't just exist. But I can't live either. I was never meant to live in a world like this. I'm sure of that. Where is the reality I desperately seek? Where is the end of my dream? When I wake up, will I want to go back to sleep?
I don't think I was ever born. I don't remember anything but pain. The pain I cause others. The pain inside my mind. Like a headache that never fades. If I reach out for help I drag that helping hand into the shadows. Into unknown darkness and torment. Nightmares. Perhaps I am a nightmare within a large beautiful dream.
It must be a beautiful dream. Because I met someone from outside, someone pure. Though the world is twisted and cruel she kept her sadness inside, it bloomed again and again within her soul. She came to me with a smile.
I can't remembe
Real problems - Not killing people.Bullied every day, in and out, my apathy is my best friend.Real problems - Not killing people.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I never cared, the cuts would heal, broken bones would mend.
But every time it happened, there was a voice, whispering.
Kill them, you know you can, unleash your anger, give in.
That's the worst thing for me, about being bullied.
Not the pain, not the humiliation, but being restrained.
If I could unleash it all, I'd feel so much better...
Go on, unleash yourself, make yourself feel better!
No! I can't, and I honestly don't want to.
It's too much hassle after, being hated for what I do.
So yeah, call me a freak, call me a liar.
Come on, give in, they're just feeding the fire...
To quote my favourite song, I will not bow, I will not break.
"Hey, what you listening to? Oh, you're such an emo freak!"
I roll my eyes, apathetic, as they steal my iPod and smash it.
You're letting them?! Smash them l
Six Word StoryIn seconds, he destroyed four childhoods.Six Word Story2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ash and GlassMy minds dazedAsh and Glass2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My hearts a mess,
I'm so confused
(I must confess)
Please take my hand,
And hold me tight
(For my heart
Please do fight)
It's getting lost,
I'm losing my grip,
(Shattered like glass)
My voice is gone,
Ash left in its wake,
I'm coughing up my heart
(And making mistakes)
I can't sleep because of
My fists clench
(Theres no point in dreams)
IsolationYour deadly disturbing diversionsIsolation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With that baneful besting gaze
I am alone on this beautiful beach
There is none but a ravished raven
Oh this fowl is nothing but a feral
The ground ruptures with a heart-filled laugh
Fires burn, trees die, the world is set afire
Soon the fires die and there is but one tree 'live
Sitting there, all alone
WeakDisappointment, anger, shame;Weak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
churning, pushing, sloshing;
clamoring to spill out of my mouth.
I'll vomit those poison words.
I feel the bile rising--
but all that escapes is a sigh.
Only NaturalSome would call this evil, but I find it entirely human to discover yourself alone with a stranger in theOnly Natural2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
supermarket isle and ponder how easy it would be to grab that glass jar of peanut butter with the blue
twist-off lid two shelves above you and mash their brains into jelly; only a psychopath would consider scraping up the resulting slurry with a saltine cracker as a souvenir.
An interesting case for the criminal justice department and the more visceral section
of the sociology department. Is it human to have such a fascination for the live feed snuff films that you seek
them out, that you search for their producers so you can interview and hold them? Is it human for couples to
play out roleplays, to wait for the kids to fall asleep, to tie her to the bed, to give him a knife? Is it evil
to search for violence, for war; or is this just all an aspect of humanity? Are you proud that she said she was 18,
are you proud that he left his country to rot, are you proud to be human? I am. Ev
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Ignore Advice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
Dying worldIf there was no more water in the lakesDying world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would cry you a river so you could drink forever
If there was no more air in the atmosphere
I would give you my last mouthful of oxygen
If there was no more food walking or growing
I would cut off my limbs for you to feast
If there was no more light in sight
I would burn all my possessions so I can see you smile just one more second
If there was no more love in this hell
I would hug and hold you for all of eternity
so that this hell
might become heaven...
AddictionBroken hopes have roped them inAddiction2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cravings spoken by their sins
Savings spent to dust again
Actions fueled by greed
Soaking tongues salvate and savor
Rocket highs and potent flavors
Trading pockets, friends and favors
Taste buds start to bleed
Neighbors who trusted each other
Backstab and sell out their brother
Just to taste that devil butter
A sea full of misdeeds
Shaking in anticipation
Can't escape the situation
Hooked in by their desperation
Your system wants to feed
Addiction cracks the sanest mind
Polluting thoughts from the inside
Corrupted souls commit the crime
You can't deny the need
Eyes on mePeople are watching every move that I make.Eyes on me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must blindly obey for much is at stake.
Watched and controlled like a puppet on strings.
Of course, they don't know how it hurts and it stings.
Everyone's eyes are directed at me.
Just like a show for everyone to see.
Watched with pre-caution and told to be "good".
They say it's because I should act like I should.
I play the act, my part, take my place
And get ready for the crowd that I know I must face.
Some cheer, some scorn, some shed bitter tears.
But they'll never know my secret fears.
I don't know why this thing has to be.
But all I know is that their eyes are on me.
SkeletonsEvery year there is a night when all hell's minions rise,Skeletons2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The air is filled with monstrous shrieks and evil fills the skies.
Unshackeled from the bonds of death, once more in life remade,
They like to celebrate their deaths, and ply their evil trade.
A band strikes up to start the show; a noise so filled with dread,
A menacing cacophony; enough to wake the dead.
With zombies on percussion and banshees playing strings,
Wraiths make a racket blowing horns and vampires start to sing.
Now comes a haunting melody, as a reaper croons alone,
Of hungering fangs and sucking blood, and ripping flesh from bone.
More scramble from their resting place; to heed the rallying call,
And drink and dance away the night, at the annual undead ball.
The entertainment highlight is something to behold,
Ogres thunder to the stage with feats of strength so bold.
And the acrobatic talents of the Demons never fail,
To transfix the watching audience and warm their twitching tails.
The Wizard cup now starts at last
Writing TherapyWith nicotine-stained lungs,Writing Therapy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And her heart on her sleeves.
With star-like eyes,
And sin-kissed lips.
She pours her soul into meaningless scripts.
With her head buried in the clouds,
She screams her thoughts aloud.
She wastes her entire afternoons,
To write words that dance to a soundless tune.
Writing makes her feel more alive,
And is why all those painful nights,
She has survived.
Mummy's BoyDAY 1Mummy's Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well look, she awakes, from her slumber so sweet.
How are you feeling? How did you sleep?
Oh Mummy, dear Mummy, why do you cry?
Is it because of this knife? This one in your side?
Does it hurt when I twist it? When I move it slow?
How about when I force it as deep as it'll go?
Now, now, be still. Please try not to scream
Or those stitches will tear and your lips will bleed.
Now Mummy, I must go, I have guests on the way.
Don't worry, I'll be back. We have more games to play.
They say I have your eyes, "so deep and so blue;
A vision of beauty, honesty and virtue",
Oh how naive they are, how simple, how vain.
Your eyes of 'innocence' are now eyes of pain.
But why can't they be mine? Why must we share?
Who says these eyes are yours alone to bear?
No matter, I can fix that. All I need are these scissors
and those betraying orbs will no longer be with us.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
But Mummy, dear Mummy, where is your soul?
So two days have gone by, yet
I Don't Come With Dice, So Don't Play Me.If there is strength to be had, let me find it in this:I Don't Come With Dice, So Don't Play Me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's easy to cry when everyone you love will reject you or die.
What will it take to make you admit that you were wrong?
I'm not some weak play thing-- I'm more than strong.
I've had time and I've had change,
But still I can't explain our June in the rain.
Oh the thunder we'd make would have no sound at all,
But it would rise, it would crash, and collide as we fall.
You've been pulling out the nails that hold up everything you've known,
Now there's not a god damn thing left to be shown.
Sure, I was early to finish, but I was late to start.
You broke me-- I might be an adult, but I'm a kid at heart.
Inside it drives me crazy, I try to act like shit don't phase me,
When really you had me sinking, drowning in my insecurities.
Fake SmileWhat is a smile?Fake Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first thing many people would say is that it represents happiness.
But what if I told you it was the complete opposite.
How am I suppose to expect others to accept me if I can't even accept myself?
I struggle every day trying to hide all my flaws.
But it's only natural for everyone to have some.
The only thing I can do to make myself look better in the face of others is to smile.
What is this feeling burning deeply within my heart?
Is it jealousy, hate, sorrow, despair or all of them combined?
I feel like my soul is chained away somewhere, struggling to brake free.
And I can't seem to find happiness in my life.
I try to hide it with a smile, but only I know that it's not real.
What do I do if I have no hope for the future?
Everything I've ever believed in turned out to be a lie.
What's stopping me from going crazy?
All I can do is get my composure back and put my game face on.
My face cannot show any emotion,
So I shall smile once again and again, and again and the
30. RainIt's this time of year again30. Rain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the sky is forever gray
And the muffled light can't tell
If it's already night or still day
It's the time of year again
When the cold rain forever falls
And all the colours of joy
Are taken away by rainy squalls
It's that time of year I hate
When there' s nothing but autumn rain
Tapping on my window and
Making me blue, ev'ry year again
Comfort In A Stranger.Sometimes I'll get this somewhat empty feeling,Comfort In A Stranger.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That puts my stomach in knots and my heart reeling,
It's hard to rise and obtain any ounce of self-healing,
When I'm too weak to rise from my state of kneeling,
These cracks in my mask could use a bit of sealing.
As I lay here and write, staring at the dull, dry ceiling.
I hope you find these monotonous words appealing,
As I open my heart and soul to you in ways so revealing,
Please don't judge me, it makes for an easier dealing,
For comfort in a stranger has this inner darkness concealing.
Experience is Everything and NothingExperience is Everything and Nothing2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Everything that has happened or will happen was meant to happen;
However nothing was meant to last forever, even if it was intended to.
So live life like you meant to do everything that you did do or intend to do.
And don't worry if you or anyone else doesn't understand why everything happened.
Just be thankful that you lived long enough to experience it all.
Salt In Old WoundsBarking, like the rabid dogs they are,Salt In Old Wounds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hounds leaning over seats
with their snarling, protruding mouths.
An incessant string of ridicule
they call out to each other,
laughter like salt against the flesh.
My name is Simon, I am gay.My name is Simon,My name is Simon, I am gay.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am gay.
I lost a lot
of friends today.
Is it wrong?
Is it bad?
Why is everyone
I've been kicked,
I've been hit.
I don't think
I really fit.
People are mean,
they yell at me.
What is wrong?
I can't see.
I hate my life,
it's pretty bad.
I am so sad.
I've held a gun,
I've cut my arm.
myself too much harm
It gets to a point,
were I can't take it no more.
I usually cry,
till my eyes are sore.
My parents too,
they don't understand.
I miss the time
they'd hold my hand.
I stand alone
at the front lines of war.
I feel rotten,
trough the core.
The war is tough,
I'm all alone.
I really wish
I had someone.
I'm at the edge,
of giving up.
My life at stake,
I wish for luck.
I face the crowd,
and speak my words.
to mocking calls
from vocal chords.
They sting me once,
they sting me twice.
My heart is cold,
it feels like ice.
I go home,
my head bent down.
I pass a bridge,
I could jump and drown.
No, I wont,
because that would hurt.
It should be quick,
Who I AmWho I amWho I Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so tired
Of trying to please
Everyone around me
When all I really
Is be myself
But I'm so afraid
Of being judged
That I keep who I am
Locked away inside of me
Only to come out
When I am alone
I pretend to be
Something I'm not
Just so I can fit in
Of people not liking
Who I really am
I need to stay true
To whom I am
But it's so hard
When even I don't like me
So how can I
Except others to?
I want to be me
I want people to see
Who I really am
I want people to accept
All the things
I have ever done
That's makes me
Who I am
Why I'm so afraid
Of showing who I really am
Still confuses me
If people don't like it
Then why should I care?
I need people in my life
That like the real me
Not the fake one
That I pretend to be
I need to be me
I need people to see
Who I really am
I need people to accept
All the things
I have ever done
That makes me
Who I am...
CageYou would keep me in a cageCage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My whole life.
And smile when my wings fell off.
I would be helpless
And you would have won.
In the dark I would long
To shine in the sun.
I would watch as my sisters
Soared into the sky
Then I would weep knowing
It would never be i
Who would be one of them joyful and free
To experience independence
Not had by me.
But this will not happen
I'm sorry to say
But you cannot keep me
Locked in a cage.
If the life that I'm living is not a life
Then this is not living
And I'm not alive.
But now its come time
You must let me go.
Because I must learn,
Experience and grow.
Then if you still love me
I will come home.
I'm still not leaving you
Here all alone.
lacieshe was bitterness and cigarette smoke, red lipstick smearing over a napkin as she waved fingernails at you like knives and she hung out with boys who wore eyeliner and leather jackets and wore their hair just a little too long, and you'd call her rock and roll if you didn't know that she was a little too broken, that the boys were her brothers in arms, an angel and a soldier, and no one knew which was which. she used to be a doctor but she had to cry to god a few too many times, saw her reflection too much, and paved just a few too many bricks on the road to hell. she uses makeup like a shield and wields cigarettes and condoms like guns, and she loves her boys, but they're learning that she's not who they wanted her to be, and that was never a good feeling. maybe she wants a savior. maybe she wants someone to take away the cigarettes and smear the makeup for her and remind her not to bleed on the sheets. she'll settle for anything, really.lacie2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I Can TryI can listen to everything you have to sayI Can Try2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And try my best to make you feel better
Make the difficult times easier for you
I can hold you close and make everything else disappear
Let you take out your anger and frustration
Promise not to go anywhere
I can tell you I won't leave you when things start to fall apart
But that doesn't mean you would do the same
When things start to get hard
I can love you with all of my heart
Miss you so much it hurts to breathe
But that won't make you come back
Make you want to be with me
I can try to convince myself that there's someone else out there for me
That you don't still own my heart
I don't know if I'll ever truly be over you
But I can try to be