Lost On Various ExtremesLost On Various Extremes13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contemplating all things evil,
I am no match for anyone else,
As I sit and think of this pill,
How I wish it was something else,
How I wanted it to bring the end,
As I dream of drowning in cyanide,
But what\'s past has come to an end,
And now my dream...full of pride,
For the first time again,
I think about a girl and nothing else,
It feels right all over again,
Again she\'s like no one else,
But will I fall down,
Like after all the ones that came before,
Choking on misery while I drown,
Am I in too deep,
Am I in over my head or...
Is she as perfect as in my head,
I close my eyes and sleep again,
Wishing you were here next to me,
No more dreams of being dead,
Just dreams of you in my arms again...
I\'m lost forever again...
As my dreams keep going in circles,
Going faster with a wide open tail spin,
Can\'t beleave we made it this far,
As our bodies lose their self,
And our minds lose their control...
Secret AgreementSecret Agreement12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From across the room,
flirtatious gazes are exchanged.
The attraction is evident,
and wordless plans are made with a nod.
She gets up and goes to an empty room.
Five minutes later he leaves and joins her.
A sudden embrace,
and the temperature rises.
Zippers are opened,
and buttons are ripped away.
In an act of raw passion,
they become one.
Like mating birds in the sky,
twisting and turning in a dance.
Faster they fall,
crowing with pleasure.
And just before it becomes too much,
and they hit the Earth,
they pull apart.
Each one goes their separate way.
Both move on with their lives,
without a simple goodbye.
Never to speak again,
until the next moment of lust.
Two Sides of One LoveI've begun to fall in love with you,Two Sides of One Love11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The person I can't tell my feelings to,
For your love belongs to another one,
With each loving word, more hurt is done,
I wish it was me your heart thought of,
It's getting harder and harder to hide my love,
My feelings are finally starting to come out,
Growing stronger and stronger without a doubt.
I will not tell you what I'm feeling in me,
Doing that could kill our friendship, you see,
This must always stayed sealed up inside,
Letting it out is now an option that's died.
There's something on your mind, I can tell,
Seems you're going through some kind of hell,
Lately, you seem to be looking so sad,
When I talk about him is when it gets bad,
....No, that really couldn't be the case,
Are you in love with me right in my face?
I do like you as a friend, you're really great,
But you know that he is my true soulmate.
Please don't be in love with me, dear friend,
My heart cannot belong to you in the end,
Causing heartbreak isn't something I'd w
WishesWishes13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't pray no more. I wish. Daddy says I'm a sinner but I don't care.
Maybe I don't have to care about nothing no more. Even if I did, I don't have the energy.
I'm tired all the time now. And I have to be strong enough to make my wishes.
I throw pennies in the fountain in front of the children's hospital. Not the regular pennies though. Ones I find on the floor. Heads up. Cause that means all day long ill have good luck. That means my wishes might come true.
I say wishes, but I only wish for one thing, really.
I don't pray no more. Momma cries about that sometimes. she thinks I'm a heathen I suppose. Some people say it. Maybe I embarrass her. That's why she cries. When I asked her "If god was real why would he do what he's doin' to me? I always went to church. I was a good boy. What'd I ever do to god?" she cried more. I think it was cause I'm right. But I didn't smile or nothing I just went on over to her and hugged her around the shoulders.
That's what daddy does when she cries.
A Question of GeographyA Question of Geography12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wonder if when Nature's pen has sketched and lined my face,
Into a survey map reflective of some mountainous place,
With artful shading rendering the passing of each year:
My frame a faded ivory chart of well-explored frontier…
Will you still scale my mountains, will my valleys still amaze,
With all their once new secrets- and will you still spend your days,
Exploring hidden places like each time there is your first,
And dip your mouth into my drying ponds to slake your thirst?
When verdant fields grow sparser with the coming of the frost,
Will you forsake my landscape and despair for what is lost?
Or will you rediscover sheltered on a calm plateau,
My wildflower blooming beneath a blanket of soft snow.
With all the quirks of gravity and shifting sands of time-
I wonder, will I always be your most exciting climb?
-Orison--Orison-12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let there be everlasting light
and as the breath left
her body she was bathed
in warm sunlight
filtering through the
golden canopy above.
Let there be eternal music
and was met with the
fluttering of the butterflies,
the gentle whispering
of the summer breeze and
the melody of a hummingbird.
Let there be enduring peace
and before her very eyes
vines grew up over the trees
without competition, then
a ladybug sat beside her
without fear of being crushed.
Let there be unearthly beauty
and beside her bare feet sat
an exquisite and precious gift –
a pretty child with laughing
eyes and long golden hair…
as the dusty pink gown
swirled around slender legs
and her bare toes danced
through the trickling stream,
she finally understood.
Wings spread, eyes open,
looking upwards as the
flowers fell she knew
she was truly blessed in
the simple joys of life…
VillainVillain12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought I killed you…
I took your head and smashed it,
Picked you up and threw you,
Squeezed you 'til you gasped,
Your clothes were torn.
Your hair – out the window,
Then burned for assurance,
Your photos in the gutter,
Negatives and all.
Your scent – replaced,
Your smile – contorted,
Your taste – bittered,
Your eyes – forgotten.
I pulled out your name
And battered you with it,
I took what linked us
And threw it in your face.
Yet you're still there…
CensorshipCensorshipCensorship13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Censorship really blows.
It strives to eliminate games like Grand Theft Auto.
The media needs to get a life
And focus more on what is right.
The FCC won't let Eminem be.
It's also a crime to watch MTV.
Sex is more feared than violence and such,
All to protect ourselves from what?
School dress codes are whack;
Certain outfits are said to distract.
Education is what our great country could use,
So that this issue can no longer confuse.
Popular shows, games, and music are there to entertain.
Shouldn't it be up to us to choose when to refrain?
The Food Substance FelineThe Food Substance Feline12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pancake cat pancake cat, dear pancake cat
you sleep and sizzle on a metal mat
lying flat and stretching like a puddle
you are too sticky to hug and cuddle
mum flips you over, oVer on your back
mostly brown, but you've got a little black
jump up, pancake cat, onto a warm plate
i wouldn't dare eat you, you are too great
pancake cat pancake cat, limp pancake cat
slowly becoming a cool rubber mat
fur now frozen with gross perspiration
hard to eat without great hesitation
dying hard in a tupperware landscape
an uneaten food substance of heartbreak
I Find MyselfI find myself, on certain days, to be short of breath, barely able to walk,I Find Myself12 years ago in Open More Like This
I find my thoughts clouded, directed, pulled… towards a familiar place in my mind,
With nudges, whispers, soft touches of warm memories, directing me there,
To the one place I dare not go… the one place I want to be, despite the pain.
I find myself, on random days, disabled, separated from, and numb to, what used to be,
I find my feelings shouting, from a very far off place, like an echo grafted into the wind,
To the point where I almost can't eat, where the tears build up like a dam behind my eyes,
And I swell with so many emotions, that it makes me hide my face in shame.
I find myself, on some days, incomplete, insufficient, powerless, weak and small,
I find my strengths to be weaknesses, hold blind spots, and to be erratic in their uses.
On some nights, my dreams take over me, and repeat the memories I suppress,
Like a nightmare, of what once was, a utopia, darkened, jaded, but still in existence.
I find mys
nerudai want to read your bodyneruda12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like neruda poem
written in braille,
my fingers searching
the pages of your skin,
gently brushing away
the hair that falls
like a silken bookmark
across your face.
i will work my way
down the page, hands
trembling with excitement,
anticipating which words
fingers will linger
in some areas, reread,
so that on lonely nights
like this one I will
be able to recite
the subtle nuances of
your neck or the mystery
surrounding your navel.
I would try to interpret
the verse for others,
but there is no translation
for your lungs breathing
into the palm of my hand,
or your heart, beating
its ancient tribal rhythms
in correspondence with mine.
H. Potter and the Half-Tailed.Harry Potter and the Half-Tailed.H. Potter and the Half-Tailed.9 years ago in Humor More Like This
A mysterious grotto, Akatsuki just finishing their ritual. The silhouettos of the single members surrounded by a slight gleam are the only source of light.
Leader-sama: Well done, everyone. Now we've almost finished our quest for the tailed beasts.
Hidan: Almost? Didn't you say there were only nine of 'em?
Leader-sama: I never told you an exact number, didn't I?
Hidan: O, curse you, bastard!
Deidara: So what do we need yet?
Leader-sama: The Half-Tailed.
The others: (Silence.)
Leader-sama: I'm not surprised you never heard of this demon. Actually, there are only a few men - except me - who survived its frightening power until now.
Hidan: Frightening power? O Lord, our great leader is a scary little kitty. Won-der-ful.
Sasori: (Ignoring Hidan.) Where is this information from?
Leader-sama: Lord Voldemort.
The others: (Silenc
Trial by FireTrial by Fire13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A smith must temper metal with fire.
He does this to make it stronger,
make it durable.
I envision myself as one of these craftsman.
Tempering myself to cope with this.
In my room I listen to music full blast.
Songs that only I can connect to you.
Beautiful words, piercing my hide.
Just so that when they come on the radio,
the lump in my throat
During the day I let the nightmares come to me.
They invade me as I let my mind wander.
All manor of inner demons, clawing at my spirit.
Just so that when I lay down to sleep at night,
the darkness engulfing my heart
I stare at pictures of you.
Telling myself I can't have you.
That there will never be an us.
Just so that when I see you in person,
that hollow echo in my soul
Do I believe all of the things I put myself through?
No, not completely. I'm still here aren't I?
I do it in hopes that time might win my battle.
Just so that if you need me, I'll be here.
Tempered by flame, still strong, and mayb
Just a Little ReminderThe room is hotJust a Little Reminder13 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's red and it's bloody
Your shirt is wet
Your shoes stained and muddy
Your wrists driven into
The wall with old tacks
You are still, kept in place
With nails sewn to your back
You cannot scream from shock
As your stomach's split open
As dead skin's on the ground
And the fetus is broken
A motionless heap
Attempting to heal
It's you or it's her
It's decisions that kill
You are just one more victim
Of emotions that strike
That pin you down twisted
With their poisonous bite
That leave you there sleeping
Where you cannot wake up
From this paralyzed nightmare
This nightmare called love
Just a little reminder
Don't fall while you're young
Don't ruin your life
Before it's begun
Don't...Dont cry,Don't...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because someone is falling in love with your eyes
because someone is falling love with your voice
because someone is falling in love with your smile
because someone is falling in love with you
The Burning CityThe flames rise from the city, lashing at the air like a whip. It spreads from building to building quickly, consuming the entirety of this once great place. Hundreds of people are running from the city, some on fire, some mearly burned, and some lucky enough to only have mild injuries. A house on the outskirts collapses, and I can see a small hand sticking out of the door, on the ground and burning. As I look back to the city, I can see a car that was trying to escape explode on the road, killing not only the driver, but several people and children that were running along side it. More houses start to collapse, and then, a building in the far distance collapses. I can see the looks of peoples faces as it topples over and begins to fall on them, and I can practically hear the children's cries in the second before they're crushed.The Burning City5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The entire city is crying, crying even over the cackling of the flames. The flames. They're loud, and sound like they're laughing. Laughing as it causes thous
Going UpGoing Up12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Going Up (Draft 3)
An original story by Ben Rausch
This is the script to an eleven minute long animated film.
Int. small flat
Fade in to choker close up of a man (MAX) with his eyes closed. After a few moments the camera slowly dollies out to a long shot, while tilting up 90 degrees to reveal Max is sleeping. An alarm clock wakes him. Max gets up, puts on a black suit, grabs a black briefcase and leaves the flat.
Int. Bus Day
Time lapse shot of Max looking bored, standing on a bus.
Ext. Street day
Max gets off the bus and enters a large building
Max enters and then goes into a lift.
Max pushes the button to go to the second floor. Stands waiting for the lift to reach it's destination.
Int. Second Floor offices
The doors of the lift slide open with a little ring. Max exits them and enters a very long corridor, with doors all alo
the mechanics of flightthe heart is a carrier pigeonthe mechanics of flight11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which some hold
captive in the cage,
while others urge
its flight under any sky.
often, it returns
to roost amidst
a disarray of feathers,
and its bones, which
are light to allow for
are often broken.
occasionally, this little bird
never returns at all,
its fragile form
in the jaws of a
predator like hate,
or even worse,
if ever you should come across
the fallen, mend it.
no matter how much it
mourns its exhaustion,
do not relieve it of its wings,
for death comes with their departure.
as you offer it to the sky, remind it,
"stronger wings from stronger winds."
please do this.
i don't feel like flying.
Untitled VIICruelty is the poison--Untitled VII6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The poison dripping from your words;
Those words, the fangs you bear--
Sharp, blade like--
Tearing into tender flesh;
Flesh of the prey you've sought out.
Savor the taste on your tongue,
Your prey's blood;
The self-esteem you've devoured.
Enjoy it while you can,
Your place atop the ranks.
The victim tomorrow.
Reverse the food chain;
Predator becomes prey,
Your cruelty turned back against you.
Licking at your flesh,
Your esteem running down your back;
Crimson like the blood you fancied.
"If you have nothing nice to say,
Say nothing at all."
Last CallLast Call7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think about life and what a joke it is.
Friends say they're your friends until they get what they want.
Lovers are your lovers until something shiny and new come along.
God is there but only in a book.
Government is there only to make you a slave.
I have been burned, bruised, betrayed, and broken.
To think about living another day of suffering only to die in the end;
there is no point.
We are all worm food, might as well end the pain sooner than later.
Last call, anybody want to join me for a shot?
Cupid Murdered MeI'mCupid Murdered Me6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lost my since of balance.
I'm all t w i s t e d,
My world is standing upside
Curse this cursed g
The Definition of HateThe Definition of Hate9 years ago in Open More Like This
THE DEFINITION OF HATE:
Not helping what has come over you,
exiled and cold now viewing sad truth.
Working so hard to love the ones who have lied,
expert of grief facing what has been denied.
Inner monologue details hard facts,
landmark scars bring on devilish acts.
Removing white veils to reveal what's been marred,
a curse has been set as you blame heaven's stars.
Landmark choice to bite the hand that feeds,
skeptical of intent on dished out deeds.
Silence falls victim to vast screams in your head,
no rest for the wicked all hope is now dead.
Young Girls: part IYoung Girls: part I12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I. Inital Reaction
Beauties batting eyes with fist sized breasts
and full red lips. Passion
witnessing tempting things
anyway... lately a spate of underage ladies
have been taunting me and I appreciate the attention but I find myself
with the question:
"Where were they when I was their age?"
A: Nursing. Right. Yes. Okay. Thanks. No. Please. It only makes me feel my age.
The thought of your smooth hands at my waist
is the taste of honey confection
and allergic reaction
A fist in the midst of my depths
stretching open fingertips
weave of my intestines.
Y'all teach me lessons
I'd rather not learn
as they burn a generation gap
with thunder and a derasive laugh
that leaves me half hard,
half scarred, and largely wistfull all
kissed by a holiness that
wholley pokes my ribs
with a ridiculous