ForgottenMy heart like shattered glass lies broken,Forgotten1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The fragments pierce my lung,
I grasp for words unspoken,
for feelings left unsung,
my skin it feels so cold,
why don’t I feel the pain?,
my bones they feel so old,
the steel against my vein,
perhaps in crimson tides,
will you remember my name
What Am I...?What am I?What Am I...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am listening to music.
What am I?
I am freedom of expression.
I am a little butterfly,
Floating in the breeze.
I am those tiny wings,
Struggling so hard just to stay aloft.
I am me, myself, and I.
That's all I need to be happy, for now.
I am acceptance.
Everyone's different, and deserves a chance.
I am love.
Don't you think outcasts need that, too?
I am that high feeling you get,
When you're happy-as-can-be.
I am that little space between your legs.
Just a tiny little girl.
I am ready to change the world,
For the better of people who need a change.
I am that colorful little bubble.
The one that always pops, but comes back in your sight.
I am that one kid with a glow-stick.
You know? The one that's always laughing and waving it around?
I am that one book on the shelf, with the wilting rose on the cover.
The one that you want to pick up, but are afraid to.
I am the manuscript,
That still has yet to reach the printer.
I am the "Weird nerd girl".
It hurts when you call
My LoveI love you...My Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your broken mess,
Your selfish might,
Your bitter light
Your broken hope,
Your suicidal rope
Your dried up tears,
Your painful years
Your endless struggles,
Your loveless cuddles
Your numbing emotion,
Your lack of devotion...
I love you.
Despite it all.
Dying Lover's MemoryYou and I have fallen from graceDying Lover's Memory1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Broken in this forgotten place
Dead or dying, it makes no matter
I lie now and watch my own soul shatter.
I close my eyes and try to think
Piecing together the missing link
Remembering every little thing said;
Lying in this puddle of red.
Looking to you, remembering love
Watching you sleep, graceful as a dove
And though I slowly go insane
I remember the memories which will remain.
What more can I do?What more can I do?1 year 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.
AngelAngel3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My Angel, my dear,
I don't want to feel fear,
Save me in your wings,
Get Me away from kills.
Just take my hand,
And take me there,
I'm looking in the sky,
I'm feeling I'm so shy.
Angel, you're my friend,
You were there, where I went,
You're bigger part of me,
With you I'm not weak.
I LiedCheated, betrayed,I Lied1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that's what I've done to you
I should've cried, should've stayed,
I understand if we're through.
The truth was right there,
in the back of my mind.
You might've even cared,
comforted me, been kind,
but I was so scared,
how could I say the truth?
I have never dared
to tell the horrors of my youth.
So I locked them up tight,
told another lie.
I did what was right,
though it urges me to cry.
You don't need to know,
the memories are for me.
I wish I could let them go,
just let someone see,
but they're my curse,
so leave me be,
until my ride in the hearse,
the death of me.
Something...Somethings wrong..Something...Somethings wrong..3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something...Something was wrong! Naruto's heart was pounding in his chest so hard he couldn't take in a good breath.
Then he saw it...even with the rain that was pouring down the fire was still burning bright in the forest.
"Yoooo What happened?" Bee looked just as confused as Naruto was.
"I don't know?" Naruto answered.
"Do you think this was from a battle?"
"Nah it looks like something that went boom boom bam! Look even the trees where blown back?" Bee was looking over the cliff from where they where.
"Man! Look at those flames burn! Nasty chakra flames."
"What do you mean Bee?"
"Who ever did this really wanted to burn the house down if you know what I mean."
"Well who ever it was I have a bad feeling about this...."
Naruto cursed at himself for not questioning why he was sent on that secret mission with Bee... He should've known better.
"I shouldn't have let them keep me there for so long.I could've stopped things like this from happening.."
The fire looked like it swallowed the for
Chased by LifeIf only I had the beauty of the sunChased by Life1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or a mirror made of the shining sea
Maybe then I wouldn't have to run
With all of this hate chasing after me.
The sun is bright and full of amaze
Staring into the waters of that shining sea
Making me wish that I was not crazed;
Making me wish for someone else to be.
The sun looks upon the deep blue waters
The sea reflects upon the shining sun
Seeing as lazily across the sky it saunters
And looks down on me as away I run.
Across the Seas of Liquid LiesFar across seas of liquid liesAcross the Seas of Liquid Lies1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where no-one can hear the agonizing cries
Far over fiery mountains high
Deep in the ravines where all life dies.
A land not below the clear blue skies
Instead beneath high Hell in disguise
A place where no holy man may sigh
This land made barren of all life.
A place where beasts and monsters roam awry
Where all things tamed now actively defy
From chains they break, a trust untied
Where you can see the evil lurking in their eye.
This land made of deserts, rainless and dry
Where death is imminent, where doom is nigh
Where your final words may very well be goodbye;
This land far across the seas of liquid lies.
asymmetryAt the end of everything, the stars burn themselves to smoke and whimpers, lying in reality’s abandoned ashtray – the stubs of something no one will ever use again. The universe gathers her shawl and fixes her hair, vain to the last, even though no one is there to admire her. She is wizened and wrinkled, more than ready to collapse into a point, sink down into the protective embrace of wherever it is universes come from.asymmetry1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the end of everything, the galaxies have shattered on the floor, scattered as pieces of broken glass. Lonely atoms shiver and shake, alone, rattling in the empty space between dead planets where water used to flow and creatures once upon a time squirmed. Moons drift; uncertain without the anchoring stability they had grown used to. Gas giants putter about aimlessly, eying the crushing blackness with resignation. Asteroids, the lucky bastards, soar and tumble at top speed, determined to wring what they can from the end of everything.
Life and Death crowd
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
SirensThey converge towards her tumultuous tideSirens1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a pathetic peasant like pace
Foolishly lured by this oceanic muse
As the sea and their vessel embrace
Enchanted melodies from the undertow
Ameliorate the stagnant sea
As resistance sinks to a watery grave
Temptation shows signs of buoyancy
It is only a whisper in the wild wind
Though such a sweet and innocent call
From beyond the slate grey clouded horizon
Comes the wretched waves of the white squall
Watching on in wonder from the widow’s walk
As the weak willed cast their final shadow
Entranced and entrapped by her prurient gaze
And swallowed in her seagirt meadow
Diabolical desire filled the boatman’s minds
Now as they sink down to the seabed
Copious levels of brine shall fill the lungs
Of their doomed, hopeless corpses instead
Dead water ripples gently under moonshine
Equilibrium is now restored
No sign of the siren’s most recent conquest
Nor of those souls that have gone before
AlcoholI have given into my mother's memoriesAlcohol1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of living and dying alone.
The thought of all of her miseries
Makes me never want to be grown.
I knew no man whom I could call father
No man whom in my eye shone;
Only the name of one who wouldn't bother
Leaving his daughter to roam.
His poison was liquid, it killed him quick
And then took my mother soon after.
It made them both so horribly sick
Drowning their sorrow-filled laughter.
This poison that comes under many names
This poison that I now intake
This poison that put my parents to shame
This poison that took their lives to forsake.
A Winter's TaleA Winter's TaleA Winter's Tale4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm tired, she thought.
It was hard to keep her eyes open.
She didn't know what time it was. It was dark, it was cold, and the snow was falling down from the white-cushioned sky in thick flakes and covered the already snowy landscape; the field, the trees, the narrow path and the girl lying next to it, her legs slightly drawn towards her body, her face turned towards the sky. Gently the flakes landed and sat there like tiny animals with soft fur. They still melted on her face, hesitatingly; but the thin jacket, the legs, the bare hands were slowly covered, inch by inch.
She wasn't cold. The cold that had made every movement hard, every touch painful, as if fingers and toes could break like glass, had vanished long ago, giving way to a hollow, though not unpleasant numbness.
Slowly she turned her head sidewards, she saw her hand that was fading in the snow.
I'm disappearing, she thought, The snow is going to eat me up; but she corrected herself, the word didn't fit. It w
She's Already LeftI'm doneShe's Already Left1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it hurts and I don't care
they tell me I have no depth
but they don't understand
I'm the little girl who watched the windows break
shattering bones and glass
I'm the one who watched as they took her away and I could hear screaming,
red and blue lights echoing through my eyes
The one with lonely nights spent breathing
my head waiting for my heart but nothing's clicking
I can't move forward
I can't go on when my feet are stuck to the floor
glue made of sweet blood has me reeling
it's on me
my hands are drenched in someone else's pain
She doesn't remember
all those times when I needed her
I can't hold on to something that's not there
she's not there
Not even a gasp escapes my lips at this sight
I feel like there is no surprise anymore
when all I see is slacked jawed mouth and closed eyes
I've had this nightmare too many times
But not as much as it should
if only her hand had not played a part in erasing
where the shock once stood
turning it into expectation
Think For YourselfThink for yourself.Think For Yourself1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
That phrase is perhaps one of THE most important that has ever been spoken or written in the world.
Older than time, it is a cornerstone of the living psyche.
Wiser than even the wisest men, it is a genuine tabula rasa, a blank page from which to begin creating.
More knowledgeable than even the greatest tomes of knowledge, it possesses the most important information we can ever hope to achieve.
The gift of self-thought is one of the most essential given to us when we are born. Along with free will and imagination, the power of thinking is what gives us all the chance to build our lives.
From the immaterial soup of our subconscious and conscious minds, thoughts appear, thoughts that can be fantasies, private libraries, or brought out into the physical world by action.
Thoughts can be made manifest.
But they cannot be created without self-thinking. And it is the gift which many of us unfortunately forsake, sometimes by force but many times willingly.
What other boo
The Fallen Angel's SorrowLook upon my face in anguishThe Fallen Angel's Sorrow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Erased is the beauty I had
Look upon my body in sorrow
Deformed beyond recognition.
But though I am now a monster
Please, listen one last time to me.
Cry not for the man that I am
but for the heart that I once had.
For though I am a monster, I still love you so much.
Love Of TodayYou Love meLove Of Today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Fading HateYour hate is but a fading feeling,The Fading Hate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One that comes in full force, but dies in the moment love spills inside it's shell,
The emptiness can drift and drift, never seeing the end of the darkness,
Or it can be uplifted and warmed, like flesh to a boil,
Your hatred comes pure,
So kill all in your way,
For the feeling will soon fade.
Death's Beauty- For TheghostsirenA breath lingers upon your lips,Death's Beauty- For Theghostsiren2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then slips away into the night.
Taken by death's kiss,
to a world of ethereal light.
It whispers words it should have said,
to people long ago.
The thoughts that ran through your head,
the things they should've known.
A breath relinquished so quickly,
by the winds of time.
Pulling you into a fantasy,
on this very night.
Flying over rooftops,
dancing across the clouds,
brushing chimney tops,
embracing all the sounds.
A breath held onto so tight,
as the stars eyes blink.
Under the bright moon's light,
you take a moment to think.
Since the last of your breaths,
was torn away,
you've lost yourself in death's,
A breath you no longer miss,
as the sun begins to rise,
you begin your voyage,
Smiling upon your way,
your spirit flies,
whispering it'll be okay,
as you ascend into the skies.
Ode to the JonThe legend was born; oh yes, twas true.Ode to the Jon1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With the help of his bird
and a Daikatana review.
All seemed fair as he ranted and raved
Tore apart Castlevania and made a top ten.
But realization struck hard; a blow so grave
"This has been done before. I must bring up my game!"
The boy experimented, trying to find his stride
Even drinking booze to keep his reviews fresh.
He thought to himself as he further found his zen
"Fuck the reviews, I'll make some top tens!"
Although very fun and able to deviate
These would not last as he ran them thin.
He was pushed to a corner, unsure where to go next
But sure enough, he would prevail this test.
He tried a structure like this; crazy and random
Returning to reviews as a parody.
Venturing forth to many things, such guts
He officially said "Fuck structure!"
"Let's go nuts!"
From there he met a friend with an ego quite large
You could say it was like a dinosaur.
A chance encounter for such a dork
All caused from a soaring firework.
The Raptor toured with t
Am I a PoetCoffee stained skinAm I a Poet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
& ink stained heart
elegant hands over flowing with words
that's not me but
I still want my fingertips to paint pages
with burning metaphors
yet my inspiration is only wilting song birds
with hollow chests
Am I a poet
with my empty veins
and lack of tragic eyes