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All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
GotNoJob8 months ago in Drawings
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Rainbows8 months ago in Portraits
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Have A Nice Drink Tea8 months ago in Non-Isometric
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Waiting for my wingsWaiting for my wings8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And with my eyes standing on the sky,
waiting that my white wings
return to caress my silky skin,
I'm seeking a sign of your
dark presence upon me
remembering with burning longing
all those soft kisses exchanged
during the warm summer nights...
shards7 months ago in Tattoo Design
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You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
I'm sorry...
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
I'm sorry!
You're
Pat
Butterflies in the skin8 months ago in Tattoos
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DOODLE: Trick or THREAT8 months ago in Abstract
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In Between DreamsIn Between Dreams7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Between Dreams
A fragment of a second
Just one slight glance
You're the only person
That puts me in a trance
I feel so close to you
But I am so far away
If only you knew
I felt this way
-
To fully express this feeling
It's like raw torture at heart
Because you live on without knowing
And it makes me desire you even more
A solace night of dreaming
I thought I never would have it
This longing luxury of sleeping
It's what I've always wanted
I thought it was too much to ask for
A sense of rest and relief
I feel as if it's more than I deserve
It's been so long since I had this nightmaric dise
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So
Catgirls and Tentacles8 months ago in Drawings
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Woopsie 8 months ago in Other
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Sorry Samson8 months ago in Pop Art
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The SecretKristen has a secret. She holds it in place with fine slivers of metal that clasp her hair tightly to her head, as if a wisp out of place would be it's undoing. She hides it under a gentle brush of blush across her cheek bones, as if the coral tone granted her the ability to create a new face for herself, a new body. She stuffs it up her sleeve with a freshly laundered hankerchief, knowing that every corner must be finely pressed until any flaw is smoothed away, undetectable.The Secret1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At the end of each day Kristen takes off her shoes. She places them side by side, as a pair, and tucks them slightly underneath her bed so she does not trip over them i
Undying LoveShe screams, pain holding her, hands holding her hair and pulling tight, each strand reins to her conscious will. The drugs running through her system become a geas, an imposition stemming from the necessity in her soul.Undying Love3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tetter barked and shouted it's way down her arms, her misery congealing in her wrists and at her throat, forming a lump that pressed down weightily on her trachea until clawing a breath in was more effort than she had energy for. She choked on a sob and the angular bite of the sound released some of the tension. She fell.
The beige, tiled floor rose to greet her decrepit, falling form. Undone, as if a string on her soul
HopeHope is just the liesHope8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's oka
Poetry,it’s like cultivating a greenhousePoetry,2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with broken fingers.
Nutella Jar Cake5 months ago in Desserts
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free birdit’s a need to feel the suns golden fingersfree bird2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
teasing figure eights along my back,
& the wind on my cheeks.
i must have been
a bird in some past life,
a swallow or a hummingbird.
because, i swear on some nights
i can feel the growing pains of an atlas
ready to burst through my skin like wings.
i just want to be
free.
What We HadWhat We Had7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What We Had
I think it was the lack of connection.
The lack of... touch?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
My desire for love was too much.
He was right there,
In my peripheral vision.
The party was intense.
Nothing but flashing white lights
Filling the room.
He walked up to me,
Wanting to dance and I said
Yes.
I was with someone.
It's not like it was a
Relationship.
We only ever kissed and said
Sweet things.
A whole year of just
Kissing.
And
Talking.
Maybe he didn't love me
Like I loved him.
Maybe he was straight.
Maybe he didn't think of men
Like that
Anymore.
I still loved him.
I didn't want to let him go.
But
Perfect on PaperWe cut heartsPerfect on Paper3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into paper to make streams
of love.
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
off
the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
pretty.
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
or loved.
~♥~♥~
Sta.sh
