True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Life's Like An Hourglass......glued to the table.Life's Like An Hourglass...2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was tired. He was always tired these days; between the chemo, the meds, the fucking fighting for his life, he was exhausted.
And it never seemed to end.
Life was hard, getting the best of him these days. Most of it was spent alone in a quiet apartment he shared with no one. Most of the things that had been important to him had stepped back - not gone entirely, but just far enough away that their faces seemed blurred, unrecognizable.
Looking back on it, it made sense and the more he'd learned over the years, he understood why it had happened this way.
He would never have imagined him thinking it then, in his youth, but women dealt with shit in a way totally different than men. They tended to stiffen their upper lip and face life head on, for better and for worse.
He remember all too well, her leaning against the bright red monstrosity that was her car outside of the hospital: him out of his first bout of chemo and feelin
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
YouYou1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
bipolar hearts.we use to watch Fight Club together, because she said that it made her feel a little less alone, and i could never reply so i held her in my lap.bipolar hearts.5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
and she told me she was kalea's dizzy mind.
and in real life, you would think nothing of anything really, because she watches the birds fly just like you do. the morning rises on the same side of her window, and she can watch the clock tick away hours, just like you.
and she told me she was kalea's spinal cord.
i watched her pick at her fingernails for too long, and always decided i would leave as soon as they started bleeding. her arms are full of scars where she thought she felt something crawling up her skin, only to find she was still alone. i told her i was here, but she turned over(and i can still hear her uneven breathing)
and she told me she was <i>
Fairytale LoverWe were the starsFairytale Lover5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of our eternal night
Time ceased to exist
all else faded away,
secure in my arms
until i open my eyes
to a blankness
mirroring my heart;
the reverie i clutched
a mere shadow
a decrepit dream.
a sharp reminder
this residue of
for you.If you;for you.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
have ever been l o s t, damaged, (heart)broken, vulnerable, unloved, unwanted, unneeded.
have ever lay on the cold ground and let the solid surface dig into your skull, graze your ankles and induce sh-shivers to see if you still
r e a l l y feel.
have ever stood in the heavy, pouring rain hoping that as it soaks you to the bone and cleanses your pores, maybe it will wash away everything about you too, giving you a fresh start.
have ever slipped under the duvet, swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut praying that once you drift into your deep slumber, you will never wake up.
This is for you.
Each moment fades like days fade to nights fade to dreams fade to mornings fade to something fade to nothing and in the end it becomes hard. It becomes desolate. You're isolated and you're just stranded. You're trapped on a raft with no direction to sail, because each route is blocked by the viole
Love Is UnfairI want to absorb your tears with my chest,Love Is Unfair4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Taste the saltiness with my heart,
Leaving it to dry where it is,
And feel the warmth of you in my arms.
I took off my shirt for you to blow your nose,
So I can hear you breathe out in relief.
And it comes in such small warm gasps,
That I wish to collect them all just to keep you from the cold.
And tomorrow we are going to wake up and just be friends again.
There will be no more tears or warmth of unshed love.
So I feel I should be the one crying now,
Because I could not have loved you more.
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child.charlotte.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)
when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet.
(and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)
charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent, and distant. when you say a word so many times in a row it just doesn't sound the same anymore.
(because charlotte wasn't the same,anymore.
charlotte's first b
The Cardinal Rules of WritingI don't know why I didn't think of this list earlier. I always had a few rules with writing that I regarded as rules that are basically the Cardinal rules of writing. Though with todays books, I can safely say that if there is a Hell for literature then most books and writers will be sent there for committing major sin, but enough of the intro, let's get to the meat of this topic.The Cardinal Rules of Writing2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Cardinal rules of writing
1. Research. I don't know why some writers think that they can bullshit a book by not doing research. Research is vital for any story regardless of what genre it is. Fantasy books taking place in a whole different world require research. Hell, J. R. R. Tolkien, author of the Lord of the Rings spent years doing research on mythologies of different cultures such as Norse, Slavic and Icelandic. Gandalf's name is a combination of two words in Old Norse and has been compared to the Norse God Odin, because the two are known by many different names (Gandalf the Grey, Gandalf the Whit
watching you spin.you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,watching you spin.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)
your hair was once blonde and beautiful like your eyes, but now it's laying in clumps almost everywhere, because you fucking pull out a strand whenever i'm around, i don't know why i do that to you.
but i never really ever offer to leave, either.
there's that one song that i always hear you listening to, it's the same old shit about love and loss and never being able to forget that special someone, i use to get mad at you for giving in to such conforming types of art.
but now i just let you go, because last time i actually made you cry.
"would you rather fly, or read minds?" i told you i'd rather read minds, and know what everyone thinks, because you can fly on a plane anyday, but no one ever thinks the same.
Counting To TenIn the midst of everything that existsCounting To Ten5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There also exists a girl.
She does what many others do.
Concentrating too much on what was
And not enough on what is
Or what could be.
And in the process
Forgetting the simple truths
That makes us real, living,
Breathing human beings.
With a soul and a heart
That can reach and touch another.
What can she be named?
That girl, who has ultimately
Forgotten how to love...?
It is more common now than ever
Or so it seems.
At least, in this life.
She has never fallen or stumbled
On any path in life she wearily walked.
Yet, with each step growing more uncertain
She feels as if she's lost a part of herself.
All her beliefs she felt with conviction,
Now mere smokes and mirrors.
Withering into nothing and pumped out as ash
From a chimney of an abandoned home
Where she used to sit alone to collect herself.
Reflecting off everything that confined her
And everyone who ever told her she wasn't.
Never specifying what she couldn't touch.
Just that she didn't have
Reflection of an Anorexic Mirror Mirror,Reflection of an Anorexic3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the wall
Who is the thinnest
One of all
I know it's not me
I'm just too fat
Long and tall
Who is the skinniest
One of all
Stand up straight
Suck in your gut
Then I may not hate
Clear and bright
Please don't watch
As I starve tonight
Disgusting and lifeless
Without another guess
Don't show me
Bent over, wishing
For what I can't be
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear
Broken and shattered
Don't stare at me
With this body battered
With blood running
Down my curled fist
Stupid mirror, you had it coming!
Backwards EternityBackwards Eternity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Humanity is like an acerbic taste
The more I get, the more I Stay Away
I try to care
But if I fail
I always have tomorrow
Time is a funny thing
It starts, stops, and flickers
Much like the story
Of a Life
There's a 'Once Upon a Time'
And a 'They Lived Happily Ever After'
But what happens after 'Ever After'?
Do we continue to live happily…
Or are we butchered by Reality?
Left with nothing but a shallow
And even less promising tomorrow
Fate is satiric
Life is arduous
Death is inevitable, so just wait your turn
And Father Time plays us for fools
Doomed to Failure Anyway
Than there's me
A Solid, breathing
Piece of memoirs
I have no hopes, dreams
And If I'm better of without
I'll never know
House of SinIt only took one particularly cold morningHouse of Sin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To realize how much she really missed him.
A draw of frosty regard woke her abruptly
From pleasant dreams of grandeur.
She's feeling old and tired, despair in every movement.
She wants to think it's over
But is it really?
Because in war, feelings and actions are seldom one's own anymore.
It appeared as if there was nothing left but him.
Everything that he aimed to be, and truly was.
A collection of vignettes, spotlight on his feelings for her.
A burning sensation, aggression, obsession.
She was Beautiful, shockingly beautiful.
And so sorrowful. The curve of her arms
The way her eyes glazed over.
The way her lips remained immobile until that first cry.
Oh, the beauty so great, it was sinful
Watching her pass through like tumble weeds.
He chokes back a gasp at the view
For there in the soft velvet curtain in which she hid
His reflection stared back in awe and confusion.
His own ugly perception of self worth coming forth.
She had written secrets
Music Is...What is music?Music Is...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
Because I want to make good music.
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didnt know what to make of this, he trusted me.
But I led him along, and as I did I pointed out
Some of those things that proper music make.
Music, I said, is the harmony in the world
Brought together to create a myriad of sensations.
Music is our footsteps on the ground
Music is my walking with you.
Music is that ancient couple over there
See how elderly they are, yet they see each
Nightmare: The Only CureNightmare: The Only Cure1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Only Cure
My insides burn-
Like swallowing acid
Reality slows down-
Smiling is therapeutic
Health is a virtue / Strength is torture
Alive again tomorrow / Enduring the horror
To keep on breathing
Mirrors are left sickened
Grinning back at myself
You must be enjoying this hell
Perfect possession / Muffled suffocation
Heart is racing / Sight is darkening
In these hallucinations
My skin is melting
Oh how I wish I was dreaming
Of when I finally start recovering
It's only hopeful thinking
A cure for me is a delusion
Quarantined tears / Reality's nightmare
I am beyond repair / All were well aware
A bright light shone-
Like a welcoming presence
My suffering is done-
Take away my sickness
DepressionRed water, white medsDepression6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lick, taste the imperfection
Clean trash is still trash
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
The girl made of pillsThe girl made of pills3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The doctors see a patient
A girl made of pills
A girl of facts
And broken ends
My parents see my mask
One no one should wear
They see the smiles
The daughter they know as theirs
My friends see a shadow
A fallen friend
They think there is nothing to do
And leave me be
I see a girl
Little and scared
Who wants to be better
Holding her bear
I am not my illness
My illness is not me
What can I do
When no one else sees?