sense and sensesMy tongue drips wet with gentle lyricssense and senses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a passionate soul.
My heart beats strong through the choking,
Burning heat of sorrow.
My fingertips paint the world transparent with words,
Both tender and rough.
My eyes speak ethereal, aching, and silent triumph
Over societal acceptance.
My feet hold ground through the stampede:
ruthless, mindless masses.
My ears ache under the pressing chaos
That constantly invades.
The Title Is A MysteryYesterday, I doubtedThe Title Is A Mystery4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today, I just don't know
Tomorrow determines everything
But today, it seems to glow.
A week ago I cried,
Clueless of the world,
Wondering what confusing life
Into which I had been hurled.
A month ago was different,
Sad and full of stress,
Each day from school to home I'd go
And for hours I would rest.
At night when I would wake again,
I'd gaze up at the moon,
With a tears, I'd wish again,
That the light would shine through soon.
Yesterday, I doubted,
And today I just don't know,
Tomorrow, I'll know everything
But today just seems to glow.
BareTwo hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare.Bare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently across
A blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips,
And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air.
Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lips
Caress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductive
Words exchanged with each Lingering touch.
Their breaths between them interchange form one chest
To the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny sounds
That slip under breath between timid lips.
Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid,
Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge.
Two hearts thud slightly off beat and two chests press close,
DimitriWander through the trees,Dimitri4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stare up at the pale blue sky,
Black branches out like claws.
Find you sitting, crying no tears,
Staring into nothing,
With a silver blade sliding
Across the smooth, pale skin
Of your arm.
Golden eyes wide but unseeing
As the blade cuts.
Blood drips slow but steady
Onto your old striped shirt
And I watch without words
As it seeps in- another stain of pain.
You've returned to your old ways
Your wicked, Dark ways of
Skin torn eyes unmoving and a
Look of pain and terror frozen on
Your sculpted face.
Your wings gone, and you'll no longer
You'll not be one of us again.
You've killed too many
Broken us all.
You were our downfall.
So be lost, keep cutting.
You'll not return to us again.
Heaven closes its gates to you
And we keep your wings locked away.
LoveI admire everything about you.Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are beautiful.
You are smart.
You are open minded.
You have one of the only truly free spirits i know.
You are one of my only true friends.
You critique my work.
You help me find ways to better myself.
You have helped bring out the best in me.
You stay up and talk to me.
You listen to me.
You are there for me.
You encourage me.
You inspire me.
I love you.
To Go TogetherHe promised me forever...To Go Together4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just me, only me.
I remember that I smiled,
Whispered, "Good, cause I'll love you always."
And he kissed my hair.
Our years went by, and I made a promise
I didn't want to make.
To stay alive, if he went first.
First, I refused, my heart already pained...
"Promise me," I heard him say,
"For I promised you forever and that promise,
It still holds true."
So I wiped a tear away, I grabbed his hand,
And with no promise of happiness, I said,
"I promise... though I'll grow more pained each day."
And he smiled, squeezed my hand, and said, "I'll love you always."
The years of our life went by,
And I begun to notice his pain.
Time and worried time again,
I'd ask if he was okay...
Each time, same answer,
But my concern didn't fade.
One day, towards the end of our life,
We both awoke in the middle of the night.
He took my fragile hand so gently,
And whispered,"It's my time..."
And I began to cry.
With the weakest of whispers, he said,
"Remember your promise...
And that yo
Philosophy or stream of consciousnessCan I not partake of the fruit of life itself and live believing the lies that everyone else is meant to take whole heartedly and never question?Philosophy or stream of consciousness3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Is it philosophy or is it rampant rambling of random realities that, I remember, are not real, but rather representations of repressed emotion?
With open eyes I belittle my own beliefs, believing that the belly of the beast, which I am meant brutally to slay, is brought upon us from behind. It is beneath benevolence. Or is it above?
Not quite intentionally, I inspire myself with inquisitions about the inherently invented world, in which this individual race places itself on a pedestal of inexplicable power.
It is a pedestal that prevents the pretentious people from assessing honestly their predisposed reign of power.
I am meant to slay that malevolent creature which, with malice, made its way into the marvelous and makeshift, meaningless hearts of meaningful people.
The majority of them pretending merry, and misinterpreting the meaning meant
RememberI hope and I prayRemember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That things can work out between us,
That you don't have to leave us,
That there will always be an "us".
I won't ever stop trying
To go anywhere for you,
To do anything for you,
To give up everything for you.
I trust you with my life,
I Have complete faith in you,
That my words will be listened to,
So here's one more bit for you.
Remember that the only thing I want more
Than for us to be together,
Is for you to be happy, regardless
Of whether or not we're together.
Ancient InkIn the dark of the nightAncient Ink1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she found her strength.
Crumpled pages wet her fingertips
with voiceless words and unread wisdom.
Her weary eyes scanned the thoughts
of old for anything to grasp.
Something ancient gripped her spirit.
Those age-old words embraced her hollowed body.
She smiled and wept with her broken heart.
The fresh ink lead comfort to seep into her skin.
Something ancient gripped her spirit.
He held her as she wept,
and in the dark of night
she found her strength.
He whispered to her soul-
How To LiveLife is something precious,How To Live4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something you should treasure.
Life is full of hardships,
But flows on like a vicious wave.
Life always has those moments,
The ones you don't want to end.
With all that life is, how is it lived?
Live like you will never die,
But it all will end tomorrow.
Smile until your face hurts,
And banish all your sorrow.
Love like nothing stops you,
With the whole of your being,
Cherish every memory,
And find light in all you're seeing.
Tell your loved ones how you feel,
Open up your heart,
If you live your life this way,
You'll accept a peaceful part.
The Porcelain DollIt was a foreign feeling. She had struggled all her life for something she couldn't quite name. Words seldom failed her, except in the instance of explaining herself. She didn't understand herself. Sometimes she thought she never would- but, now, that's a concept she was comfortable with. Comfort- maybe that's what she was looking for, or security, or self worth. In any case, now she had what she had so long yearned for; at least she was on her way. Her story isn't special. It isn't any more broken or heart-warming or unique than any human being on this earth. She's simply human.The Porcelain Doll2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Maybe we should start with the un-comfort. It's still hard to put into words- the person Sami used to be. Not that she was all that complicated, but that she was hurt. She needed, but she couldn't tell you what. She wanted but she couldn't tell you why. She had a huge family that loved her. They all wanted what was best for her. They doted over her, and praised her. It wasn't enough. They treated her like a po