(creases in my ivory bones)you find(creases in my ivory bones)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my origami swanfolds
with eyes shut,
and i yours
DripDrip, drip, drip.Drip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain pours on me,
Over my face.
Wash away my tears.
Wash away my sadness.
Wash away my emotions.
Wash away me.
I am the rain.
In that moment.
I am reborn.
Never The Gold.I want my silver back,Never The Gold.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
.I think its beautiful,.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the spaces in between the words,
the letters that filled the spaces,
the lines that create the letters,
the absence that it had to fill.
On FateHope lies in chances that a thing might be changed,On Fate2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it's three A.M.and I've fallen apart.
Thinking that life is prearranged
I've decided that fate is hope's enemy at heart.
One is unchanging and cannot fall.
The other is needed to exist at all.
It's seven in the morningIt's seven in the morningIt's seven in the morning1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wonder if you can feel it too
There's a weight on my chest
Like the anchor I dropped west
No doubt that you're up by now
Making busy in your world somehow
Once you said you would get me coffee to wake up to
But I'd rather wake up to you
The thirty-three is in a stand still
You bring the light of day
No buts or wait until's;
I will always swing your way
The thirty-four is mocking me now
The stand still was just one minute
And one minute it was
To tell you good morning
And another to say I love you;
This could never get boring
See, the anchor is still set
Deep in my sand
It's seven forty-one
And I know you'd bet
The rain's coming through my window this early
Good thing I'm already up
My room could be pouring
I wonder if it's cloudy
Where I'm mooring
You have the sun
But I brought the rain
And some other things
(replace with a p)
Now the forty-nine feels like a waste of time
I'm going back to sleep
TiredTrying to get myself up.Tired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by dirty cups.
Really need some motivation.
Tired of this bored sensation.
Want to get up and clean.
Or go out and be seen.
Want to go out for a walk.
Or call a friend and talk.
Turn up the music and sing.
Just want to do something.
Hope that I don't get fired.
So tired of just being tired.
Drowning Dreamingwe turn over and the sunDrowning Dreaming1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
weeps its lovely lava
holes in eyelids
futile and temporary
bagged into these
we are time's vacuum
and i sleep
and i wake
a traveled soul
knives of light
slip between each rib
and i die more
each waking moment
as the morning light
Empty MindIn your otherwise empty skullEmpty Mind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are empty words that mean nothing,
And empty thoughts, both dumb and dull
Rule your mind like a broken king.
I can't tell whether you know me,
You're busy knowing your ideal.
But I know what you are: empty.
Now you'll understand what I feel.
Her GripBreathing is ragged.Her Grip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Head is spinning.
You run faster and faster,
but you know she's winning.
As she closes the distance
her voice becomes clear,
whispering your secrets,
and your darkest of fears.
Your energy is waning,
and she's only getting faster,
and you know without a question,
this will end in disaster,
Suddenly there's a grip on your arm,
It's stubborn and strong.
It's all over now.
It's all going wrong.
BuriedUnder the paprika house,Buried2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the bones of my father
and nestled between rib
and reason, is our love.
Free: Makoto x reader Time flies (Chapter 1)Free: Makoto x reader Time flies (Chapter 1)7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
11 Years later
11 years later and you never forgot about him once since you held a picture of you and him that your mother took in your favourite purse and saved as your mobile phone screen saver. You Got out of the airport in Tokyo and breathed in the air and sighed. You placed your suitcase on the ground; gave a huge yawn and stretched making the bones pop in places.
"I can't believe mum is making go to school tomorrow. I take at least a weak to recover the bloody Jetlag..."
"Honey over here," you heard you mother chime. You looked around to ask her where she was but before you could say anything you were tackled into a hug.
"M-Mum," you squeaked as she planted kisses all over your face. "I missed my little dolphin so much," she said and started to cry.
"Mum you left three days ago," you stated giggling at your mother childishness.
you and your mum are very, very close; she gave birth to you and raised you at the age of
What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see anWhat is on the other side?7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
Mortal CoilIt has been quite long, yet not so lastingMortal Coil2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I could still ravage Earth with my youth.
I need not look further, death is staring
And I have to face the plain mortal truth.
Where have they gone, my early days of yore?
Where have you gone my candied madeleine?
Time’s been so avid, I can live no more.
It has been decided, I’ll never win.
The apple has fallen and she’s not far
I can do nothing but wait at the bar.
The mortal coil is without limits
As Time keeps to itself all its chocolates.
SilenceSometimes it was my greatest weaponSilence7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't know I exist
Then I can hide away
Behind that thick mist
Sometimes it was my greatest mistake
They think I am disrespectful
Gives glares that pierces through
Makes me feel regretful
Sometimes it was my worst enemy
There's nothing to hear
The answers are not found
In the endless maze
I walk around and around
Sometimes it was my best friend
There's nothing to hear
All the stress disappear
The relaxation comes
No more things to worry
Now my mind feels clear
Sometimes it was my greatest courage
No sound to hear
Means no one complaining
I feel sure of myself
Then I can stay here remaining
Sometimes it was my greatest fear
No sound to hear
They had left me
Will believe I am abandoned
Cry as I fall to my knee
Sometimes it would betray me
Sometimes it is my buddy
What are you
ptsd (otherwise known as you)i. you.ptsd (otherwise known as you)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. the world bears down,
into my path and raining
ash like platitudes.
(none are as heavy as
this solid mass growing
beneath my gums
and setting my mouth alight:
an ulcer birthed in history.)
i begged Eirene
to no avail.
i still have faith:
the impurities that bind themselves
to my throat, and carve sorrow
into bones that were never hollow
cannot outlive love.
iv. today not even the Gods
can reduce the stain of you
i will breathe again.
The Box of the UnforgottenThe strip of photosThe Box of the Unforgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sits in the steel box
Locked up and hidden
Where I will never open
Three photo strips
A bag of papers
A stack of drawings
And an old tape
That tape means the most
It was given to me
The day the thought entered
The thought that triggered EVERYTHING
What more can I do?What more can I do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What more can I do?
I've lost you, I've lost you.
The tides came in and took you,
Consumed you, and swallowed you whole.
The husk that returned,
It wasn't you, it wasn't you.
What is this fossil of a friend,
Changed, possessed before me?
I felt I could trust this husk once,
But you lied, but you lied.
No more than a fool,
More foolish than you, was I.
No more a man than a boy,
Filthy pig, filthy pig.
The tongue of a liar
Is forked for deception and hypocrisy.
You never listened, never heeded,
Poor fool, poor fool.
Whether right or wrong,
A friends consideration was I needed.
Yet the ocean spat you back out,
Foul taste, foul taste.
And returning meant little to you,
Wearing the cold rusted armor of apathy.
What more can I do?
I've lost you, I've lost you,
Find me again
when you've found yourself.
Design a country work sheetDesign a country work sheet5 years ago in Settings More Like This
For those people who needs to design their own world.
This is a form I will use from now on to help me design it faster and more complete.
original from: droemar's journal
Edited by mayshing 2010
Colors: (An example would be red, white, and blue)
Symbol: (An example would be stars and stripes.)
calender measure (time table): (Does their calender go by the moon, or sun? Or other planets?)
Races: (The races that inhabit the area, whether or not they're native.
Physical: (The ethnic description of your race: skin color, hair color, builds, dress)
Preference to fashion and beauty:
Weather patterns: (Tropical? Stormy? Cold? Earthquakes? Climate in general?)
-how the weather influence inhabitants behavior, travel
Major river and lakes?
Any construction a
The Steps to CuttingMy arm, burning for a blade,The Steps to Cutting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the feelings that just won't fade,
I try to say, "Go away!"
Instead they just replay.
The blades are sitting in front of me,
My hand is shaking, fighting the need,
I pick up a blade, to complete the deed,
The blade flies across my anatomy.
My arms are bleeding, my heart is torn,
My legs are cut, my feelings worn,
The time right now, I feel reborn,
Until tomorrow, when I'll be scorned...
Memories and TearsThere are few things in this lifeMemories and Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From which I want to hide
But some things are hard to take
Sometimes I have to break
If you see me start to fade away
Know I have had too much for today
Too many reminders of what we left behind
A string I can't unwind
I try to kill it all away
The feelings left of that day
My mind still replays it
The actors are faceless
They try to describe the impossible
A promise left unfulfilled
It was the right thing to do
But still it hurts anew
Who knew it would come to this
A choice so painful cannot exist
The best thing that could be done
Was letting go of the one you love
I wish them happiness
A never ending eternal bliss
I guess this is what true love is
Wishing for their happiness
haiku- choking on hertangled in his throat,haiku- choking on her4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her ideal twists his vocal
chords to rapt silence
EveShe wore a galaxy on her rib-cage,Eve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
settled high upon her breast,
when I kissed her I could taste it;
the currency of her success.