A Night By The OceanThat night by the ocean I stood outside and wept,
For the impermanence of the waves washing against the sand
And the fleeting silver in the sky,
Salt water stinging my bruised and bloodied feet
And pricking at my scraped, raw knees,
As if to push under my skin and erode the sugary fear lacing my bones.
That night by the ocean I stood with my back to the city lights,
On my own small island in the middle of a crashing, roaring mass of humanity.
The water rushed in and tugged at my toes,
Seeking to overpower the strength of my sadness and the subtle slip of consciousness.
When the clock struck midnight I let it pull me under, gasping one last time
And disappearing under a body so vast, so capable of smothering everything but heaven,
Which already had a firm grasp on my almost-arrested heart,
Still rooted beneath a grave of sorrow.
That night by the ocean I stood in the rising tide,
Contemplating dancing over the waves and slipping away from my cage made of iron.
Soaked from head to toe, I
Reflected InspectionReflected InspectionReflected Inspection3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.
Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.
Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.
Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.
Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.
Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.
Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.
Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.
Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.
Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wonder how I would look if I lost some weight.
Slapping my overlapping thighs repeatedly, persuading them to become firmer.
Grasping the pair of scissors at my throat with the intent of committing my own murder.
Thinking to myself how can anyone ever find me remotely attractive?
And how can I ever expect myself to be regularly sexually active.
With me looking
Writer's BlockA writer's block is something nobody can bear,Writer's Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's the truth, that I swear.
We all have a specific goal that we write for,
Even if it sometimes start to feel like a chore.
When our minds are shrouded and we can't think clear,
That's perfectly normal have no fear.
We might not be able to write about the things we like,
Then sometimes the most brilliant inspiration will strike.
Until we get inspired we should practice writing more,
Even if it's just a simple story about how you went to a store.
We must broaden our horizons for new themes and such,
Maybe we find a subject for which we have a special touch.
So prepare for your inspiration to come,
Or else you cannot put it to words and that is no fun.
Arranged Marriage Ch. 1Arranged Marriage Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER 1: This is Torture!
"You're going to marry the Hayward's son," Skyler's mother said to her.
"Excuse me!?" Skyler exclaimed. Skyler's green eyes widened and her nostrils flared in anger. Already she was fixed with a deep sense of hatred for the idea.
"Honey, you remember my friend Bianca? Mrs. Hayward?" her mother asked her.
"Yes, I remember her. She used to come over often and brought her evil spawn here too a couple years back," Skyler said behind her teeth. Just the memory of the Hayward boy being in her house disgusted her.
"Well . . ." she smiled and giggled behind her perfectly manicured hand. "She and I made a promise to each other a long time ago. That if by any possible way that we both had a child of the opposite sex that we would arrange your marriage to each other. We just loved the idea of us becoming in-laws."
Lone WolfLone WolfLone Wolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time and time again you leave us with despair
Begging for your love my dear mother Moon
After all this long road weve run on into shadows deep
You never were there at the end of the lone road
You never gave us the love you gave to others
You forsaken your sons and plugged to the humans
They destroy your grace mother by saying you are evil
And yet again you turn your back at us your children
Children who love you and sing to you
We sing our sorrow songs at night hoping you can hear them
Hoping you can hear us and look at us with your beautiful light
But that never happens since you no longer love us
You gave away your love for your children away
The humans hunt us and kill us while you close your eyes
Our blood covers the forests and the cliffs and you still dont look at us
We are dying mother while your eyes are closed for us
Youve turned your back at us while we moan for you
Our howl becomes hallow by every night that passes
With every night we fade by the
To Offer A StarThe wonder has fallen from slumberTo Offer A Star3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers of fire nip at my heels
I add a star to the sky for the song I love
Could it ever be for the one I love?
That page is yet to be written
but she (and every 'she') have left my waking dreams
They have no use for my concern
Oceans of DeliriumIn the mists of quietude,Oceans of Delirium3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will fold the horizons
to bring you closer to my arms
Whispers of euphoria
begin to stir in oceanic rhythms
caressing the space between our lips
Each day I dream deeper
as I fall further.. into bliss;
into thoughts of you
Every kiss I blow towards you drifts
like a myriad of small ships sailing
each night under starry light towards
your lips, begging to fall deep into your
skin and drown in your body
I lay hypnotized in the tapestry
of satin winds saturated in brushed
silence of empyrean love spells,
dressed only in the light of the moon
Bathed in indigo,
unconscious in her beauty~
feasting in Love's tempest,
unfolding in a nebula of passion
Thru opal-fields I staggered in the ethos
of sunsets as your aura bequeaths my heart
in the mystique of your universe
Helplessly, I walk under your velvet
sky clad in the hunger of
Lucid in delirium
I cast my love into ethereal seas,
adrift in the nectar of your soul
where my ache bellows deep
CourageEverybody will have one or multiple fears,Courage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some of them can bring us to tears.
Our fears will never leave us,
A fear is something we will always possess.
When we face that which we fear,
Even if it's only once a year.
We might be scared to death,
Slowly trying to get control over our breath.
Our heart is beating at a much faster pace,
We might even try to maintain a straight face.
Someone who is courageous,
Even if what that person does might be outrageous.
Is somebody who still fears like you and me,
But who still dares to be and think free.
True courage is not hiding from your fear,
But to face your fear head on, even if you're scared.
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying starsWishmaster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
Someone with eyes openHave you ever met that dragon woman, the one that has something against the world? She's the type of person to shoot you down before you even open your mouth. A girl like her can ruin your day with just a glance and sum up all your failures in one sentence. You wonder how anyone so vile could ever exist and not feel guilty about what they just did to you. Of course, you've seen her smile; it's like watching the bad guys win in the worst B movie ever. Cold and indecisive, no one knows how to avoid her. Sometimes it feels like she hates you just because you were born and that's just how she likes it. You and I swear that she feeds off of sadness and drinks cyanide for breakfast.Someone with eyes open4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day you meet her boyfriend, the sweetest, most loving guy you could ever meet. The minute he walks into the room all the women sigh and all the guys want to give him props. He laughs at all your jokes and smiles like tomorrow promises the best secret in the world. Then you remember who his girlfriend is. Logi
I Belong to The HurricaneI belong to the hurricane I Belong to The Hurricane4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the screaming, untamed maelstrom that cleaves away puppet strings
and sharpens its teeth on misconceptions.
I belong to the harsh cold winter of an aching truth
one that beats a drum like a heartbeat under the graveyards,
whispering things that our ancestors knew (but we have forgotten).
I belong to the hurricane
yeah, that's the one the same storm that broke my back and scratched at my eyes.
It flayed open my chest and showed me my own diamond bones.
I belong to angels with battle-torn wings and voices raw from howling!
I belong to war
and to the air that sings a dirge for your dying freedoms.
I belong to the stark white walls of an empty room,
in the form of dangerous thoughts breathing in your ear.
I belong to rebellion.
So here, my friend, is to the bullet casings on your floor,
And bandages made of blankets you once slept soundly under,
And heartlines worn deep in the palms of your hands.
Where the Crows BleedSilhouettes of scarlet whisperWhere the Crows Bleed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
among the bones..
Forsaken beneath earth and stone, I am
bejeweled in the River's dread
Trees clad in sanguine
salivate in the abyss of sorrow
The perfume of blood seduces the sky
incantations of the netherworld
Ebon ghosts shimmer in falling ash,
where love decays evermore
I undress in the lust of darkness; my soul
bequeathed to oblivion seeds the wind
with poisoned tongue flickering
Upon banks of obsidian I gaze
haunted in a tempest of necromancy
I render my ache in shadow-fire,
deep in the dark flow
Behold! The River Acheron!
In the syrup of dreams
crimson fields burn in my eye
Bleeding in the silence of dark ether,
I seek your lips..
The song of afterlife covets our love
Kisses blush upon a blade of rusted steel
Corvid screams bathe in Death's lullaby
Vistas of requiem caress our flesh,
as the River seethes deep in my veins
Unto my brethren do I bask
among black wings wicked n' dreary
Like pitch cast over hallowed waters,
DivideThings haven't told you,Divide3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
things you're to know.
things coming closer,
I am to go.
Thanks fore the smile,
thanks for those days.
Thank you, for never,
the worst in your face.
Sorry, never, will,
tell you Goodbye.
Sorry, in some time,
for you i will die.
The worst of all,
you'll never see.
How big the wound,
has grown to be.
You'll see a friend,
who smiling stands.
I'll see a start,
that wrongly ends.
I know all this story,
I wrote it myself.
I left it, forgotten,
in sad-painted shelf.
Hidden HuesRefusing to escape this perfect realm,Hidden Hues3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oblivious to the alarm’s nagging.
Closing my eyes to falsely pretend,
This world goes on without the raging.
And yet too soon I wake to darkness,
All the sun’s light is a mirror’s illusion.
Nightmares clear the dreams I prolong,
Setting my fears into fruition.
Draped in robes of heaven’s disguise,
Evil taunts us from left and right.
So many forms it blatantly sports,
Angels must pity our little plight.
Fractions of time is hell unleashed,
Sorrow absorbed in just one blink.
Blades and ropes and bullets blend,
Each passing day a child will sink.
Colors dull to the undying clockwork,
Ears gone deaf to justified crime.
Oh just how can we all stand it?
Watching demons at their prime.
Placing pearls on the ocean floor,
And leaving hope in Pandora’s box.
The gods must feast on playing jokes,
Closing this cellar without the locks.
But just as air seeps in the tiniest hole,
Paired with night is dawn’s bright light.
Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,Walls of Ash3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tattered and torn.
Dead leaves drifting away,
leaving naught to morn.
Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy.
The tower blown over
by whispering winds,
giving sight to new life--
allowing the old to end.
The Last Lie of SummerQuiet days, the overcast sky keepsThe Last Lie of Summer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to itself, ignoring the living for weeks
at a time.
From half a state away-
you could hear trains roll through
towns like mine.
There is peace
and it can't be trusted
given to the first
This was the calm before the calm.
The man that is seen, but
"Tomorrow I will say hello to him."
But we are all too busy dressing healed wounds.
Love's WalkShe stared at the final stretch of road, the glare of the sun causing her to shield her eyes with her hand. Taking a deep breath, she continued onward. She'd made it this far, a few more miles or so could never hurt her. Dust was stirred as she moved forward in worn down sneakers, and she pulled out her Saint hat as her arms grew tired from holding her hand to her face. A dark blue truck rumbled past her before slowing, and finally stopping a few feet ahead of her. Unsure what to do, she just kept walking.Love's Walk3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A tall man dressed in Wranglers and a cowboy hat stepped out of the truck. His steps heavy because of the boots he wore. The girl gave him a look and small smile in greeting, figuring he needed something out of his truck, or something else entirely that had nothing to do with her.
"Do you need a ride ma'am? Not quite sure where your headed, but I can take ya 'till the end of the street." He offered, tipping his hat. The girl stopped walking to look at the man talking to her. It was o
Signed, AnonymousThat's what they call me,Signed, Anonymous4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two legs and two arms,
Two eyes but only one heart,
And still I'm apart from this world,
My name is different,
But my face remains the same,
And it's a shame that they call me
Pitiful, a disgrace; inhumane.
I might as well brand it on my forehead,
And wear my titles with pride,
After all, it's just a name?
What do I have to hide ?
Just a box of secrets, left in the dark,
An unstitched doll with a broken heart,
A letter, a rose and a glass of wine,
And a fine drawn line
Depicting the difference between love,
And a waste of time.
Oh, show me mercy,
For I never meant no harm,
But I've got you wrapped around my finger,
Like a kitten wrapped in yarn,
Oh, how I know you like it here,
My lover, my friend, my dear,
But time is just too trivial,
And I'm playing out your worst fear.
Here comes the smoke,
And the lights we dance,
The air will keep us afloat,
Because I offered one last chance.
Perhaps I'm spinning this web,
Farther out from my control,
OwlAn owl a creature of the nightOwl3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Devoted friend of every witch.
When you appear in front its sight,
Beware. An owl - you cannot reach.
The meaning of this mystic creature
In every culture and tradition
For what it is, it's known
The good and bad. For wisdom shown.
And every glace of it reminds,
Of sacred Goddess in disguise.
At night it guides the traveller's path,
At day it guards the gates of wrath.
SecretsA few nights ago I left his bed when the sun was rising because I couldn't sleep. My head was filled with the urge to lean close to his ear and whisper:Secrets4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
But, it was the wrong time.
The evening after I locked myself in his bathroom, curled up around the toilet and sobbed over the rim because my stomach was churning with worry over everything and my heart was pounding with too much affection.
His experience and his age frighten me because he has felt the same, if not stronger, for many women before, has looked into their eyes while he's inside them with the same deepness, passion (don't think about the past, I tell myself).
What will make me special enough to keep around?
I'm also frightened of the attention I have received. As perfect and happy as it makes me feel it makes me needy and makes me crave more. I find threats in the shivers that run down my spine at the airport as we say farewell (for less than two weeks). He bites my lower lip
SparkA constant flush of heat willSpark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flare and flicker, unseen,
In the walls and in the
Roofs above our heads.
In the crimson blotches on our cheeks;
The steady, unsteady, uncertain beat
Of our hearts, palpitating, hidden,
In the caverns of our chest.
In the faintly shimmering spark between
Our ears, behind our
Eyes, alight, aspiring,
And the hush of wind and grit
Against the fire halts the
Flickers of the flame
And it dies out,
Once upon a timeA story that starts with once upon a timeOnce upon a time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't always end with happily ever after
A life full of happiness
Doesn't always mean a life full of laughter
You can't predict the future
Or the way the wind blows
You can't change the speed of fate
Only the direction that it goes
Sometimes when you work hard
You end up doing well
And even if you don't
You've still got a story to tell
So sit down little fledgling
Till you're old enough to fly
'cause when you find your dreaming
You can paint your own sky <3
GypsyPerhaps she'll drop out of college, use all her bank account money and take a train to New York. Or maybe Seattle, for she likes all the cafes, the art, the vintage. Perhaps she'll return to California and live with friends and tell her parents that she's still at university.Gypsy4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yeah, that could work. That's one way to disappear.
Maybe she'll meet a rich, married man that will take care of her as long as she's good with her tongue and her curves. He could take her to San Francisco where being strange is the norm, and she could find home in old houses smashed together for equity's sake.
She'll grow fond of small towns with simple heroes and buildings no higher than the sunrise. She'll meet crazy people, kind people, frightened, sad, relaxed people in American hostels and become close to them merely because they share the same dissonance, the same search for catharsis.
The point will be to get lost, to disappear, to find human beings just as lost as her, nomadic shadows that are there only
NelophobiaHer heart was the same color as nightmares.Nelophobia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She spoke in her sleep, whispering early on
when things were uncertain; then sometime
around midnight, the screaming began.
Her body was the closest thing to bloodless.
She ran her fingers through the night sky
and told it to stand still; then sometime
around sunrise, she was smothered.
Her room's walls were marked with mayhem.
She drew tiny pictures all over her body
so that her thoughts could breathe; then sometime
in the near future, they found her.
Her soul was made of white glass.
She compiled the shards in the shape of roses
because they smell like dishonesty; then sometime
in the past, she began to fear.
LimitlessThey mocked him becauseLimitless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He laughed between each stanza
Between each stroke of a butterfly's wing
And they didn't get the joke.
They mocked him because
He couldn't read Latin
But the wisdom of eons past still danced in his eyes, shining deep blue while sunset bathed the world in dark fire.
Because sadness never bent his back or creased his face
Because they didn't know how to smile for their own sake
While for him, it came as naturally as an albatross spins on the ocean breeze.
And at night
Those gales would lift him away
Whipping light past his eyes, catching threads of matter and antimatter and weaving him a ladder to climb
Effortlessly; a maestro of the soul's music
An aviator, writing freedom in the sky on his soul's exultant flight.