Zombie LoveZombie Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the one, tonight
We will last forever
Even if the sky doesn't wake
And the dead start to rise
Even if the world is against us
Just come find me and guard me eternally
Oh if I start to go their way
Promise me, promise
That I wont stay to see
What I would become
Let us run let us fight
Just assure me that I
Could close my eyes
Show me mercy as I leave you
I love you too
And let that weapon come on through
Find the bliss
That I wont come find you
Rape your soul
And you would run, fight
Make a journey to the light
Where everything is where it outta be
Let me see your hazel eyes
As I sink into the dark abyss
Let me hear you one last time
Hear the words 'I love you' as I die
Whispering 'Your Still Mine'
I told you, I'm fine.I told you, I'm fine.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"I told you, I'm fine."
Poem by Haley MacLennan
Nail to thumb
I spit out a lie
Plastered on smile
Small toothy grin
These words so practiced
So close to a sin
Eyes glazed over
No emotion to see
My monotone voice
Hides the true me
Breathing so even
Body so still
Quickly I strike
Go in for the kill
Dropping your shoulders
You finally resign
As I mutter the words
"I told you, I'm fine."
A Broken LoveA Broken Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I touch a burning candle
I will feel no pain
If I take a knife to the back
The feeling is the same
Although I've declared to be dead
I believe I have tears to weep
He got right inside my head
With a promise he didn't keep
I Still have feeling for him
My heart refuses to beat
He said he'd never leave me
But I was the fool who couldn't see
That he was the one to drown me in a lake
Loving him was a fatal mistake
Now I lay exposed to the world
above, with nothing at all
I think he'll go and break a few more hearts
His thoughts of me remain small
To end this story of pain and woes
I'll tell you something that only my mind knows
His name was
The creator of my sorrows
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Cutter.Dear Cutter,Cutter.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come a little closer, Come to me.
I am the only one, That can set you free.
Your friends and family, They don't care.
So I'll be your friend, Since no ones there.
I can cure depression, I can stop the tears.
I can take away the pain, That you felt for years.
I'll never break a promise, I'll never tell a lie.
I'll never be the one, That makes you wanna die.
I'll be right there, Until the end.
And I promise to be, Your very best friend.
So come a little closer, Come to me.
I am the only one, That can set you free.
Your broken heart, Will become a spade.
Now no more heart ache,
Love Sincerely, Razor Blade.
P.S. I'll try not to hurt you, But there's no guarantee.
You might even like, The sharp side of me.
Dear Razor Blade,
I Came to you. You lied to me,
You caged me up, And didn't set me free.
My friends and family, They did care.
You weren't my friend, But you were there.
You didn't cure depression, You caused crimson tears.
You gave me more pain, That I will feel for years.
What is love?What is love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never ask me for advice on love
for I know nothing on the concept
Some see it as a beautiful thing, like a dove
I see it as something painful and indirect
Love is indeed something I yearn for
but my picture of it is very unclear
The ones I've meet claimed it was love but it was only a lure
I believe that it's deep true feelings that one holds dear
If you ever find yourself questioning if it's "Love"
ask yourself if you like just the appearance or whats truly within
If the feelings are mutual take the chance and raise above
and if it's one side-sided don't dwell on something that has never been
Faces ForgottenFaces Forgotten:Faces Forgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mocking birds cry as raisins dry;
Those with opinions, turn to voiceless mutes.
The doors slam shut as Bovary strides up,
Issues involving others, they avoid a pursuit.
A proclaimed witch upon the pyre,
The pit grows louder as children laugh merrily,
As the priest strums the lyre;
How can a public see through the smoldering clouds of dust?
Burning upon the flames, we see their faces glow…
One by one…
Soul by soul…
Melting into a purple haze.
Page by page transcending into snow,
Turned from the wood
And sent to the fire.
Page by page we know
We look on and see.
We look on and let happen
As the world turns to ash.
The Sore Of A Deaf PoemAnother crumpled sheet thrown on the floor,The Sore Of A Deaf Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another shout, a thud, because she can't get rid of the sore,
The deaf poem of her broken heart is maybe too degraded,
She's not able to write it down, her soul is jaded,
The phrases of her life are burning on the inside,
A description about the moment when her dreams died,
It's smashing her heart and her tired mind.
From nowhere she hears a sardonic voice,
"- You're not able to hear the words anymore, in fact you never really did,
You have shed some scraps on pages, lies your soul to feed with",
She covered her ears, closed her eyes,
To stop hearing the demonic voice she tries,
"- Shut up!" she yelled again like every day,
It's impossible to escape this abomination that came in her way.
Maybe this is an already lost fight,
A decommissioned road to the healing light,
Her pathetic flounder makes no sense,
She's laying on the floor holding a broken pen.
Torn by the fall from grace,
She will leave behind just a bloody trace,
Creepy Pasta Poem by: MidnightRainbowFireRun from the man who has no face.Creepy Pasta Poem by: MidnightRainbowFire2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't turn around, pick up the pace.
His stretching arms will soon be here.
I tell you run, run away my dear.
Hide from the boy who has a wide smile,
As you notice blood stains on the tile.
You have no time to stop and weep.
As he whispers "Go to sleep..."
If you ever meet these two,
you must know your life is through,
But now it is far too late,
death is now your twisted fate
CutterThe life of a cutter is much more than it seemsCutter9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is merely not just one small cut that redeems.
The emotions they have are all bundled inside
the scars that they make they try so hard to hide.
And they act always happy when they aren't alone
and when you call them,they'll never answer the phone.
They're too busy cutting away at their lives
they stock up on razors by twos or by fives.
The tip of the blade is so very sharp
the blood of the cutter flows on a tarp.
The emotions of a cutter are expressed by the scars
the life span of a cutter may not be so far.
FMA- Alchemy High- Chapter 1-2FMA- Alchemy High- Chapter 1-24 years ago in Comedy More Like This
[previously on Fullmetal Alchemist-Alchemy High]
the others are at lunch and Gabi...well blowed up the science class e_e
so gabi and emmy are talking right now.
and what will happen next? o.o
Nike: yeah. Ed is the dog of the military and Roy told him to not fight with anyone. Including those girls
Hope: Well...its not fighting. Its just talk...
Zelda: this is why i dont like Roy
~Later with Emmy and Gabi~
Gabi: um Emm?
Gabi: do you need protection of someone?
Em: well....*flash back of Ashley and Neverda* yeah...
Gabi: can i help *smiles*
Em: umm sure o.o
Gabi: I know martial arts, i can help! *smiles*
Em: ok *smiles*
Gabi: lets go back, ok? *smiles*
Em: um ok..
~Later with the others~
Sex.love?Sex.6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
feel the need.
lose your self in ecstacy.
feel the loss.
lose your self at every cost.
go on, harder.
make me feel like i'm on fire.
against my skin.
your body all over me.
can we play all night?
GaspThere was noGasp2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pressed her
lips to his
Things He didn't so much as flinch when the Thing came leaking out of the wall. He didn't even grit his teeth as it puddled on the floor just before his feet. He just stood and watched as it took shape; stretching it's abnormally long limbs out to him as the grotesque face seeped through the slimey mass of its torso.Things2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In fact, a plastic smile stretched across his face and he found himself reaching out to touch it's lengthy fingertips, laughing as he felt the cool texture of its flesh against his own.
The creature tilted his head
He mimicked the move and let out a quiet childish laugh. "Hello," he said, his voice echoed throughout the small padded room.
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheellllllllooooooo." It replied.
Drip, Drip, Drip I’m jolted awake by the sound of Nirvana being played full blast on the radio and by the repeated bumps in the rocky road. It’s been a long night and I want to go home, but Jonathan thought it would be a good idea to drive out now so we can make it to his parent’s house sooner. He really wants me to meet them, and it’s flattering that he is getting serious about our relationship, but I’m not sure if leaving at such a late time was such a good idea. I’m pretty sure we got lost several miles ago, but Jonathan thinks this is the best way to get there, stating that he has traveled this way for years and knows these woods like the back of his hand.Drip, Drip, Drip3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes remain on the road, as if nothing is the matter. How he can concentrate with the music practically flowing out of the car is beyond m
A Spider's LieMister Spider, what an intricate web you weave.A Spider's Lie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, Child, it is my practice to deceive.
Each silky, sticky thread,
Is merely a creator of hope and dread.
Every lie and stretched truth I spin,
The more warm, delicious, innocent hearts I win.
Oh, may I please? A new soul to take?
All I must do is weave a new strand, a fake.
All of these little wisps, that you see here,
They all have a meaning, some- and anywhere.
What makes up me web? Do you see now?
My never-ending effort? The sweat collecting on my brow?
It takes work to keep up a lie;
It's much harder than simply catching a fly...
Trapped in the LabrynthSoft padding, tight jacket.Trapped in the Labrynth3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
They say this is safe.
But nothing is safe
In the labrynth of my mind.
Monsters that bite,
Shadows that engulf the soul.
Memories that burn
No escaping this Hell hole.
Clawing, biting, screeching,
The demons come out to play.
They frolic in the darkness of night,
And stay hidden during the day.
But they never leave,
No where to run,
No where to hide.
Soft padding, tight jacket,
They say this is safe.
But I'll never be safe,
Smile like you mean itSmile like you mean itSmile like you mean it2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretend it's all a dream
Don't let the world see you break
Don't let them hear you scream
You don't know where your mind is
It's somewhere out of reach
And if they see you crumble
Like a choir they will preach;
Attention whore, pitiful, waste of space
They'll scorn and mock
and kick dirt in your face
and when those voices fill you with fear and dread
Just smile and remember that
It's All In Your Head.
Insomnia Breeds InsanityStuck inside a haunted dream,Insomnia Breeds Insanity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where bodies float down crimson streams.
Where monsters wait, their eyes agleam
And white noise mutes the anguished screams.
Same Sex Marriage is GAY.Same Sex Marriage.Same Sex Marriage is GAY.7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Objective: You will be engaged in an in-depth study of same sex marriages. This project will involve research and the result will be an argument presented in the form of a debate.
1. Homosexuality is not natural.
Much like eyeglasses, cesarean sections, birth control and painkillers are not natural.
2. The purpose of marriage is to procreate.
Therefore, sterile males, women that cannot bear children, the elderly, infirm, and infertile CANNOT be married.
3. Living with gay parents will adversely impact childrens lives.
Living with abusive parents, alcoholics, drug addicted parents, and parents that are never home is worse than living in a household with two loving gay people.
4. Gay Parents raise Gay Children.
Straight parents only raise straight children.
Little ButterflyLittle Butterfly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How doth the little butterfly flap it's tiny wings?
Uhm... no. That's not right.
Little butterfly; your tiny wings are so colourful.
They represent, dreams and hopes for the future.
But sadly, those dreams and hopes are easily crushed.
As easily as you are, little one...
Those dreams and hopes for the future were all crushed,
When your frail little body hit the windshield of that car.
I heard the crunch of all the parts of your body, breaking.
Along with you, my hopes and dreams,
For my future self,
impossible"You should smile more," he said,impossible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
studying my expressionless face.
"Such a beautiful smile."
I looked away, out the window,
my face burning with embarrassment.
Little did I know that his next
words would be his last to me.
"I love you," he whispered,
kissing my hot forehead and
walking to his car.
I could have, should have gone with him,
but what could I have done?
The other driver, distracted by sin,
unable to pay attention to the road,
switched lanes at the wrong time,
killing the one happy thing in my life.
If only I'd known he would be gone,
I would have smiled a million smiles,
just so he would die happy.
GraffitiI am graffiti on a wallGraffiti8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some people admired me
They said I was a work of art
I was a colorful design
making a statement in this world
I hold a hidden message
Only the artist understands
Graffiti is an art
But some people cant see it
They think it is a mess
So they critisize me
Point out that I'm a disgrace
And with out taking one second
To try to understand
They painted over me
In black and white
With what they think I should be
Trapped In CrimsonTrapped In Crimson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm trapped; feel the walls closing in on myself.
I scream; but my voice cannot be heard.
I cry; but my tears just flow on endlessly.
I'm trapped; the walls are closing in.
The crimson walls are trapping me in,
The screams are oh-so loud.
The tears are saying, "I cannot win!"
This emotion I'm feeling... of yourself, are you proud?
This torture chamber I've been locked inside,
This room of dread. I'm terrifed; can you tell?
That berth you give someone like me is wide.
I feel dead, hollow; like I'm under a spell.
I want to be heard, to be felt, to be loved.
I wish to be held, to be cried over, to be sheltered when my heart is, into the ground, shoved.
If I'm gone... tell me, who will mourn?
If I go... tell me, will no one be forlorn?
Tell me... if I am to leave....
Will my heart still soar through the sky...?