PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
The BridgeThe Bridge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Lost in Your OrbitI died the momentLost in Your Orbit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I first laid eyes upon you,
so achingly beautiful
breath ceased to have meaning,
There is only you
and wherever I am,
living or dead it is enough
just to know you are out there
I will always remain
caught within your orbit
even if it keeps us at a distance
apart, we are still pulled together
by forces that are beyond breaking.
Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader)Just something that popped in my head as I was practicing outside on cello-camp, if only something like this really happened!Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Please enjoy and I always love to know what you think, so please leave a comment to tell me your thoughts if you can!
You were having a bad day to say the least. Scratch that you hadn't felt this bad since you'd caught the flu last winter. Not that you were sick or anything, in fact, physically you were absolutely fine. It was just this piece.
No matter what you did, how you played it, it always sounded wrong. And the most frustrating thing? It was so much easier and simpler than almost all the other things you'd ever played.
Sighing, you lay your cello down on the dirty tiles and inspected the little hut sort of thing you were playing in. The house you were staying in was a small chateau, deep in the woods. Your cello teacher had invited you to come to it for a week, during which you would toughen your fingers and your bonds with the other cellists.
SecretiveSecretive2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
These crumbling buildings
seem to warp time around them,
You slip into a past
where you will never settle.
You wander, an exiled ghost.
i'm tired so let me be brokenshe's crying in the corner againi'm tired so let me be broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
headphones blasting angry lyrics
to drown out everyone else around her
memories are flooding back
things hardly anyone understands
depression is such a monster
it clings to her like a leech
she's scared she'll never be rid of it
but she keeps up the fake smiles and laughter
because the facade is so much easier
she's watched so many she loves
be dropped into the ground
like the petals you pull off daisies
asking if he/she loves you or not
(how often has that answer been not?)
verbal scars still cling to her ears
and remain fresh in her mind
'go kill yourself!' 'you're worthless!'
taunting her day after day
no matter how hard she tries to bury them
she knows a lot of people have it much worse
some of them she talks to everyday
she hasn't been raped, beaten, starving
or suffered through any kind of disaster
but her pain is still there
but it's okay
her life is just dandy
(if you ask anyone else)
Untitled.Untitled.2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He awakes lying on his back on the altar of a church.
He feels…stiff, dry, worn out, and incredibly confused. His confusion only increases when he looks to the right of him and sees another man lying on the altar beside him.
But…it isn't just any man – it is himself. But the other him…the other him looks, well, dead. And how is that even possible? His hand stretches out, fingertips skimming across the high cheekbones of his – but not his – face. The skin is waxy and cold. He is dead, and has been for a while, although the corpse must have been preserved in some way.
So then…is he a ghost? How would that work, exactly? He feels so real, more real, even, than the dead him, who is as still and artificial looking as a mannequin, scarlet hair falling over closed eyes. His own eyes flick down to the corpse's neck, where a ragged wound is, black around the edges as though burnt. Caused by…a raygun. He remembers now, with a strange sort of s
ENOUGH!There are times when I feel like tearing these pages apart,ENOUGH!7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or perhaps, throwing this BLOODY song into the fire and watching it BURN!
Maybe I'll start plucking the keys from my keyboard,
Or simply swipe everything off the desk.
Each item shattering into a hundred pieces,
Much like the fragments of my dying inspiration.
AspireAspire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ground of celestial perfection is infinity away from the tallest tower.
Germany?! [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]Germany?! [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stepped into Ludwig's room, about to talk to him about the last World Meeting, when
"Kesese! Look who stepped in, kleinen bruder! It's your girlfriend!"
"Vat?! Vait, vhy?"
" you have a girlfriend?"
You nearly had a tremendous nosebleed when you saw the three Germans. Germania, Germany and Prussia, all dressed like Germany?! Hair slicked back, fancy suits You couldn't stand it anymore. You fell over, unconscious.
"She'll be okay, right?"
Seven LovesSeven Loves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They asked from me to build a house
To keep there all my memories
All my hopes
All my loves
They swore to me safety
They guaranteed to me calmness
My house was made of wood and love
My house was made deep in a forest
I was called Snow White and they were my 7 loves
I lived my life being tied with chains
This house was my freedom
I was smiling and dancing by the fire on winter
I was picking flowers and singing on Summer
They asked from me to build a house
To keep there all my beloved
They swore to me loyalty
But they took swords and run away to fight dragons
And I was left alone
now my house is a fairy tale of the North
I am a lost soul searching for my 7 loves
One of them is already an angel in the skies
The rest fight dragons and save princesses
And I am dancing on my heart so I won't hear her screaming...
"Solitude""Solitude"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
VictimVictim2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could obliterate the indestructible
That can crush any emotional-barrier
That seems beyond cruel
That is far out of control
It's impossible almost every night / You're the one who left me traumatized
As my lungs become EVER-so numb / This damage can NEVER be undone
Then my wounded memory floods / You will always be a part of my blood
Gasping for air
Holding my head
Afflicted by despair
I will never be able to forget
Living like this
One can only pretend
There is no such thing as darkness
But I knew I could not prevent the end
A part of me
Has that one wish
There was no tragedy
Ever to begin with
Innocence is held down
By what cannot be seen
Dark images are bound
Thou will forever be a part of me
I want to be set free / From your relentless agony
I'm starting to forget what it's like / To feel a complete soul inside
Though I hope you're doing well / I can't wait to see you here in hell
The Ocean's InkI relate to the ocean within this ink of mine,The Ocean's Ink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Angered bodies, troubled waves,
I give the water this pen, my sword,
To battle all that isn't there.
For I speak no words, only draw their meaning,
In my minds color filled world,
The pencil, the paper, the thoughts have yet to unfurl.
Like the sky, clouded mind, black and white,
Blue and red, liquid blood, not the answer,
just the one she wants to use.
The ocean sighs, her breath in gasps,
Her touch lingers on the sand, but she's wanted back,
Back into the deep, dark nightmare,
Full of swirling bubbles that stand for lost words.
Rock to and fro in the dreamscape on your boat,
The landscape full of the talking, walking clouds,
The pillows that float just for you,
Your resting mind deprived of all doubts.
I'll tell you her angry, still, yet sad story,
Just bundle yourself at my feet,
It started with the ocean,
And ended in my pen and ink.