Death Of YouDeath came and took you awayDeath Of You3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finding it hard to make it through another day
I tried in vain to remove the pain
How many more tears must I cry before everything inside me dies
Feels like a knife cutting deep into the flesh of my life
Killed by the loneliness I am forced to keep
Heart Broken beyond repair , forever buried in despair ...
Halloween Oh HalloweenHalloween Oh Halloween10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
HALLOWEEN OH HALLOWEEN
ALL IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS
A NIGHT FILLED WITH FRIGHT AND SCREAMS
WITCHES CAST A SPELL
TO ENSURE THEIR SECRETS , YOU'LL NEVER TELL
GHOULS ROAM THE GRAVES FOR A FRESH CORPSE TO TAKE
KEEP AWAY FROM THE CEMETERY
OR THIS WILL BE THE LAST MISTAKE
YOU'LL EVER MAKE
A DIRE WARNING YOU DID NOT HEED
NOW IT'S YOU
WHO'LL BE THE DEAD'S HALLOWEEN FEAST ...
MemoriesI've walked this path aloneMemories6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lost in the unknown
Fleeing from those of flesh and bone
They will find me.
Then I let someone in close
And took my first dose
The one I now miss the most
I will find you.
I see what no one knows
After taking this path I chose
The pain that time sows
But I found it.
When the time comes to live and let die
And all you want to do is cry
Take a look up to the sky
And you will find them.
Bleeding Hearts...Red.Bleeding Hearts...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your scarlet letters spouted burnt
guarantees of eternity. Your cherry
chapped lips spewed crimson promises,
but you couldn't even keep
the one about loving me forever-
now my bleeding heart is torn in two,
a blood-red rose pierced by a deadly thorn.
Your apricot-coated susurrations used
to sing me to sleep and paint sherbet
dreams upon my closed lids. You sang
sweet marigoldnothings but they quickly
turned to murmurs of fire-
now all you do is burn me and create
Your star-studded eyes spoke volumes,
and I believed I could read them.
I thought they were the windows to your
soul. Somewhere I
The Math Just Doesn't Add UpAn infinite number of words to use,The Math Just Doesn't Add Up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a million ways to arrange them,
and adding never seemed so hard.
I was never good at math but
putting together 3 little words can't be
that hard. I'm staring at a blank
tablet and I don't know where to go.
Me plus you equals us, subtract
love and where does that leave us(me)?
I've never tried to figure that out,
I never thought I would.
Though, I know I have never wanted to.
Don't say I didn't try, I did but
you gave up.
Math shouldn't be this hard.
You plus me equals infinity, eternity,
Or did you forget?
I thought you were good at math,
Thought you understood the basic principle
Of rationals and whole fractions.
Why can't you understand that together
We make a whole?
A half plus a half equals a whole,
Not a mixed number.
We're meant for each other:
Two lost souls looking to become
So why do you keep saying that
You plus me does not equal us?
It does, it really does.
You used to make clever
Little jokes out of math and
Lose Me in Silver LiningsHer gentle lips caressLose Me in Silver Linings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Growing green saplings,
Bestowing gifts of gold
And auburn wrappings.
She watches as her
Fallen friends float
Elegantly toward their fate,
Teased only by the wind.
Their colors change
From green to yellow,
From yellow to brown,
As she looks at the mess she made.
With an anguished cry,
She runs away, never
To finish her gift-giving,
Allowing another to take
The tango of autumn ends
With the beginning of
SilenceStill resting silenceSilence6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Her trembling hands are reaching
For his resting heart
The ObliviousDont look now,The Oblivious6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Theyre all gone.
Youre left alone
And you dont know how.
You closed your eyes,
Held onto your soul
When around you
The world dies
The dark shrouds the day
While you walk blind
Focusing on your light
While they faded away.
Theres no time left,
Too late for sorry.
Its all gone,
The last note of the clef.
No matter how much
You wish youd seen
It wont change time
Bring back the touch.
You grieve but not see
What you could have done
When you look back,
It will be me.
Yet you continue your antics
Learning nothing from before
You close your eyes again
To the dark semantics.
Your comfort comes first
You push me away
Out of your mind
And so I burst
While out here I pain
I struggle and cry
You leave me be
My plight in vain.
Until I leave
And you are back at the start
I needlessly die,
And you grieve.
I wish.I wish I could feel youI wish.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Close to me, next to me
Holding me, enclosing me
in the safety of your arms
I wish I could see you
Alongside me, beside me
Watching me, see the awe
The pleasure in your eyes
I wish I could hear you
Your voice gentle in my ear
Telling me how much I mean to you,
how important I am
I wish I could taste you
Your lips on mine
Your tongue and mine
enjoying a sensual dance
I wish you were here
With me, in me,
Enjoying each other,
our bodies entwined and in tune
I wish .
indecision.This hand I cannot takeindecision.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For your soul I will break.
I must live in the dark of night,
Alone in this impossible plight.
There is but two roads to walk
One of death and one of talk.
Latter only goes round and round
Death is found upon this ground.
Feeble strokes, weak stares
No one here really cares
But they do, they say they do.
Why can't I believe it true?
I can't help but think its time to go
But how do I make it so?
Which on this list do I choose?
Am I ready for all to loose?
The past has taught me well
Of what to do and what to tell
I don't know, I don't know.
To find where to go.
We'll see where this life leads
What is the sum of my deeds?
What more poisons will seep?
For I am ready to take my leap.
ParanoiaParanoiaParanoia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching me, following me, chasing me
Behind me, before me, beside me
Scaring me, haunting me, taunting me
Release me, leave me, free me
My mind - playing tricks on me
Reverse Culture ShockFlying home was not flying home. Flying home meant grabbing the homing pigeon inside of me and twisting its imaginary magnet one hundred and eighty degrees to the north instead of southwards to Australia. The magnet still twitched stubbornly north even as the plane droned over Darwin, five hours before I finally reached home. Except it wasn't home. Sydney now looked as foreign as the glossy travel leaflets I grabbed from Singapore, its shine not quite matching the missing substance of my once childhood home.Reverse Culture Shock4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thank you for choosing Singapore Airlines I hope you will enjoy your stay in Sydney, or a warm welcome home."
Winter air slapped me like a bucket of ice water as I emerged, searching for my parents and my sister. For eight years, their voices were tinny and masked by static on the occasional phone calls home. Today, they sounded as brittle as ever, Australian accents barely sheathing the chill emanating from them.
"Welcome home, sis," said my sister with an unusually bright v
We Are All InsaneWhat ifWe Are All Insane1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are all
OsteophilicHe loved his bones.Osteophilic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way they never asked too much of him
or protested his requests.
There was nothing superfluous in their design;
simple, sleek, and uncomplicated.
They were spry, robust
ready to take on the world with
sharp and fluid motions.
His bones were not brittle like she was.
Not so breakable or frail,
not so expendable.
They didn't bend under pressure
or fracture under stress.
He loved his bones -
their ivory purity eased his soul -
and he was proud of the way
they held everything together
She knew one day he'd stomp this
old flame out, long before 'death do us part.'
Cremation had never been part of the plan.
Fading Petalsa dark rose sleeps in her handFading Petals6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the brilliant petals falling
on the soft sweet wind
of forgotten and lost
LifeLife is but a slow and painful journey towards death.Life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Grandpa's EyesIn Grandpa's Eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the time that she could walk and talk
she could never quite get it right.
Her mommy would call her spiteful names
and then scream "Get out of my sight!"
Nothing she did was ever enough
no matter how hard she would try.
The pictures that she would draw for mom
never got more than the usual sigh.
But when she would go to grandpa's house
greyish skies would turn sunny blue.
In grandpa's eyes she could do no wrong;
his love for her was kind and true.
Her grandma had been ill for some time
making it hard for grandpa to cope.
But when she came with those dark brown eyes
her visits would fill them with hope.
By the time that she was twelve years old
her dear grandma had passed away.
Her mother had found a new lover;
they left her and went their own way.
Alone and afraid and feeling low;
suddenly, a knock at the door!
Grandpa was there to rescue his girl...
and he promised to be there for her evermore!
TW - 01. IntroMagic.TW - 01. Intro5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Some people say magic is merely an illusion. A figment. In the end, it's nothing but a trick.
Do you believe this?
Do you believe that simple, everyday people can't move an object without touching it or make something appear that wasn't there before? That they can't create fire from nowhere? That they can't make it rain purple crystals? Magic is doing the impossible. Of course it isn't real.
Yet people can dance and sing, or send a ball flying through the air. And in fact, I'm writing right now. Do you not believe these things are possible? Do you not believe that a person could hold themselves up with one hand, or reach a high note that could shatter windows? Do you not believe a person could shoot something 99 miles per hour by simply thrusting their arm and snapping their wrist? Do you not believe I'm able to type this all out and actually reach you with a clear understanding? Personally, I may not have been able to years ago, but I certainly am now, there's no hiding that. T
Under the Willow TreeUnder the Willow Tree2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Memories of my past continue to dim,
decades now lost in the mist.
They tell me I'm wed to a man named Jim,
I say they're mad, yet they insist!
My thoughts on this day take me back home,
to a time when life was brand new.
I can't recall the town that I'm from,
but I remember scenes from my youth.
My most vivid memory lives here,
just on the edge of my consciousness.
It's a place where I never felt fear,
when the world still seemed to make sense.
It's coming, it's coming! Yes I see!
The vision is clear as daylight!
I'm lying there under the willow tree,
full shade and out of the sunlight.
The river is as clear as crystal,
the smell of the air is so pure!
The willow's about twenty feet tall,
I really feel safe and secure.
Am I alone? Wait! No, someone's there!
A boy with a voice like a dove.
Is it with he that my life I will share?
Or a gift sent down from above?
The memory fades as the dinner bell rings,
a man named Jim brings my food.
Just who was that boy for whom my heart sings?
the human conditiona child born into the world so sweet and innocentthe human condition1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
expectation family waiting babe seemed heaven sent
mother partied hardy now it's too late too repent
bitter lamentation at the tiny little grave
his fear of flying kept him home-bound never took a chance
met a chick on dating website maybe new romance
reservation made for europe oh so many plans
plane went down into the ocean never learned to swim
she wouldn't buy a weapon never had a use for such
all her life she tendered kindness never asked for much
thug broke in while she was sleeping woke her with a touch
paper said another victim tally now at ten
The Tormented ClownThe Tormented Clown3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They'd come far and wide just to see him perform,
for him to be careful just wasn't the norm.
He'd flip and he'd flop and then roll on the ground,
he'd do crazy stunts when the crowd was around.
The smile on his face, it was painted for them,
he loved to get laughs, all the eyes were on him.
But when he was done at the end of the night,
He'd go home to his room and turn on the light.
For at night there were ghosts and shadows to haunt,
he'd hear voices call out, it's him they would taunt!
If only they knew what his life really was;
a tormented clown - wouldn't that give them pause?
blind eyeshe always said ifblind eye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ever a house was
built for hide and seek,
it was ours.
maybe she was right,
or maybe she just couldn't see past
her reflection in the window.
i guess it doesn't matter.
as the dawn sets light
to the horizon
and her first cigarette,
we hide within the crevices,
the coils of smoke
that roll from her lips.