PhasesPhases3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
With beauty may come happiness, but with happiness always comes beauty.
When's the last time you did something for the first time?
Must I pretend I'm someone else, for all time?
I don't understand how I can care this much, when you don't care at all.
If you can't handle me at my worst, you certainly can't handle me at my best.
All that matters is who you are and the choices you make; that is what makes you, you.
VengeanceI am secrets, I am dreams,Vengeance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am everything you've ever been.
Dressed in shadow, black as night,
If you seek me I take flight.
I'll hunt you down and seek you out,
Always I shall root you out.
Never will you my shadow find,
My beautiful golden hind.
Right behind yet far away,
I see you as plain as day.
Can you name me, do you know fear?
I shall take all you hold dear.
Slipping past fingers without a trace,
Behind your eyes no hiding place.
A nameless one cannot be killed,
You should never have made me this skilled.
A looming past, a bolt of blue,
We both know my aim is true.
A press of crimson, red as blood,
Nothing could ever stop that flood.
A place for red, a place for blue,
Only in dark will they shine true.
Clad in black I'll rise anew,
A beautiful new bird.
And I come for you
BipolarToo young to grow upBipolar10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too old to be a child
These feelings pent up
For more than awhile…
Too quiet to be noticed
Too loud to be ignored
With all in this life
How can I be bored?
Too thoughtful to give up
Too selfish to care
How much more of this pain
Can my poor soul bare?
Too blessed to be abused
Too violated to feel free
How in the world
Could all of this happen to me?
Too united to be missing
Too lonely to be found
I barely know what
Makes my world go round…
Too happy to ignore
Too troubled to acknowledge
How did I end up this way
With all of my knowledge?
Too creative to be ordinary
Too dull to be unique…
All of this uncertainty
Makes me feel like a freak…
Too difficult to be deciphered
Too simple to be misread
Unable to get this chaos
Out of my head…
Too pure to be tainted
Too corrupt to be clean
Powerless to figure out
What all of this means…
Too exhausted to keep writing
Too revived to end
This is one way
I help my heart mend…
The GunslingerThe Gunslinger5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You mean you ain't never heard of the Gunslinger?"
The bar was almost dead at this time of night, and the question seemed to echo around the room - emphasising the sudden silence, rather than masking it.
"No, boy, I ain't."
Only a handful of stragglers remained, the dregs of the evening clearing the dregs of their whiskeys. The lights shone dimly, and everything moved lethargically in the warm Texas night.
"Well I'll be. I thought everyone 'round here knew the story of the 'slinger'," said one of the stragglers a tall, skinny man wearing a pale cowboy hat. A battered guitar rested on his knee.
"I'm new in town."
They sat at the bar - the musician and the newcomer. The guitarist resumed a lazy melody across the treble strings.
"Oh really?" he drawled, fingers sliding slowly over the fretboard. "And how are y'all finding our little patch of dirt?"
"Whiskey's expensive. Women all look like men," the newcomer replied. "Music's terrible," he added, eying up the musician suspiciously