blessed be the ones who find the words to speakyou sit and tell meblessed be the ones who find the words to speak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you wish you could draw
and I look at and see
the most talented person across from me
do you not know the gifts you hold?
I might be able to draw a picture
but your words are what haunts people
you leave the imagination running wild
I leave a single image that's the same to each who view it
your worlds are crafted with bricks of old magic
anyone with the power of speech holds this truth
yet, very few can harness it and unleash it like you
your experience and age does not limit you
the way you paint a person does not make it any less a person
words are more believable than pictures for they are the ones
that hold memories hidden within layers of meaning and history
your magic might not be visually striking until you dive into it's heart
but each time you do you are changed for the better
memories might fade of colorful meadows and stained glass windows
but your stories bring back emotion and color to each who drinks it
you sit and tell me
Drama QueenHow can you sit there and call me dramatic?Drama Queen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is silently crying myself to sleep making sure no one hears me dramatic?
Is silently with drawing from people dramatic?
Is wearing long sleeves to hide my scars dramatic?
Is sitting on the staires, head down and silent dramatic?
Is being silent for months then crying I want to die dramatic?
Take alook at yourself, sweetheart...
Crying to all your friends because you couldnt straighten your hair?
What about posting all over your facebook how much you hate everyone
or how much everyone supposedly hates you?
You consider your life being over when you dont know which boy to ask to that fucking dance.
Yet your always telling me to live in a poor country if I think my lives bad.
The thing is I never said my life was bad. You see me as a threar
because you feel you will not always be in the centre of attention
Melancholy MimeMasquerading melodies maiming my mind,Melancholy Mime9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
making me mourn magnificent memories..
Maybe my mistakes made me misunderstand,
more malice made madness mine..
Mischievously masking mystical moments,
maintaining my melancholy mime..
Review of ParanormalcyReview of Paranormalcy5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
By Kiersten White
Evie is not your normal teen, even though she'd like to think of herself that way.
First of all, she lives underground in a massive government complex. She doesn't know anyone her own age. She doesn't go to high school. She works pretty much round the clock. Oh, and did I mention she works with paranormals?
That's right. Vampires, werewolves, fairies, mermaids: they're all real. And Evie can see them all, no matter what type of glamour they try to fool normal humans with. Which makes her pretty valuable to her bosses at the IPCA (International Paranormal Containment Agency). She'd love to live a normal life, or even the kind of life she sees on TV, but she doesn't see that happening anytime soon. And really, as long as she can keep her pink taser, Tasey, she's pretty content.
But when a new type of shape-shifter breaks into the IPCA, her e
Our loveOur love was a lazy summer dayOur love8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the world seemed to stand still.
Our love was the muffled silence
in thick snow and winter chills
and as we grew older,
our love constantly renewed
We never had to borrow it
or make each other blue.
Our love was always easy
to each other we were true.
For our love we were grateful,
for it's granted only to a few.
And in the spring time of our lives,
I knew I could count on you
and as the seasons changed their coats,
Knew I'd be there for you.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach 9th February 2015
slamwaves batter rocky shoreslam7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
erode boulders to sand
shatter themselves as well
A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veinsA Poet's Echo1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
Can verse performed by thunderstorms in the sky
Be what compels us to express our hearts, to cry?
How many poems have been written using tears
As ink, written until our souls have been bled dry?
Have decades of weeping filled the seas with our fears
And our nightmares penetrated mountains likes spears?
Can a poet's echo resound beyond the chain
Of mortality and fate's tyrannical leer?
weeping skysdecember dripsweeping skys10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
death's ember sips
pale as drizzle
the mist hangs low
the world's so weary
the tears just flow
no seeing clearly
on bee lost in time
on leaf and clover
on petal so sublime
how grief takes over
A Decima For The ChurchOn a summer evening, I strideA Decima For The Church1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath a sky of white and blue
Pondering what is false and true.
With all the world's swagger and pride
I find it difficult to hide
My disdain for the shallow masks
And materialistic tasks
Of many churches and preachers
Who have failed as homes and teachers.
Do they in God's love truly bask?
the hit list / Theon's Valentine's Day Gifts Who didn't love Valentine's day? It was one of Theon's favorite holidays, right next to Halloween! The changeling appreciated any excuse to shower love and affection on his friends in a way that was socially acceptable! Not the he cared about what was socially acceptable, but still. Valentine's day was great!the hit list / Theon's Valentine's Day Gifts8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Usually Theon would spend several weeks preparing for the holiday, because it was fun to put thought into the gifts he gave and surprise his friends and see those smiles on their faces... And he did prepare this year. Maybe not as extensively and over the top as normal, but it wasn't his fault, the poor teenager was distracted.
(Not by school work, obviously not, why would you even suggest that? No, he had a giant hot dragon
boyfriendperson that was a big part of his life, and even if he didn't spend a lot of time with the dragon, he would daydream and let his mind wander and be entirely unpr
Clayeffervescent acrossClay2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the canvas where
Introducing: Hunter UniverseIntroducing: Hunter Universe5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter 1: How it all Began
Heaven, Earth and Hell, the three realms always serve their purpose. The humans live their lives on Earth, and when their time has come, they go through judgment and are rightfully placed in Heaven or Hell through God's word. If they're life on earth was mostly sinless, the souls of the dead would be granted an eternal life in Heaven; and if they have committed nothing but evil deeds, they would be condemn to the pits of Hell.
Only the God's most loyal and trustworthy can take on the job to guide the souls to Heaven. God gave this job to a powerful young leader by the name of Xenos, as well as his followers. Lucifer did the same on his end. But what if both balances are disturbed and the souls never make it to their destined places?
Through the early years of human creation, human souls have started to vanish. It started as a few dozen, to a few hundred. God becomes infuriated and blames Lucifer. To God's
Dunkelheit im HerzenDie Dunkelheit verfolgt mich.Dunkelheit im Herzen5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So suche ich nach dem Licht.
Laufe hin zum Sonnenlicht,
Doch mit einem einz'gen Stich
Durchbohrt die Dunkelheit mein Herz.
Unerträglich wird der Schmerz.
Ich geb' mich meinem Leid hin
bis ich nichts als Trauer bin.
Tränen folgen ihrem Pfad
bis sie fallen auf mein Grab.
Das ist das Ende.
Jack Frost X ReaderYou grabbed your coat before running down the stairs to the door.Jack Frost X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where are you going?" Your mom called from the kitchen.
"To see Jack Frost." You called back before running out the door. you could heard her soft snickers about how childish you were. You ran across the open field and slipped on some ice. You quickly regained
AspirationThe things we desireAspiration9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inspire us to be better
The ones we lost
Inspire us to keep going
The ones like us
Inspire us to reach out
The ones that reach out
Inspire us to help
The ones that help
Inspire us to love
The ones we love
Inspire us to create
The ones who create
Inspire us to be different
The ones who are different
Inspire us to be fearless
The ones that have no fear
Inspire us to do the impossible
The ones that do the impossible
Inspire us to dream
The ones that dream
Inspire us to have purpose
The ones that have purpose
Inspire us to search for our own
Inspiration comes in many ways
It is all around us every day
Everyone is an inspiration
Everyone has a purpose
Running away from realityRunning away from reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look me in the eyes
And with complete confidence
Tell me that you understand.
Know what I've been through,
Know how I feel,
Somehow these words only cause pain.
The butterflies from long ago
Have awoken, deep inside,
Only this time in a new form.
Along with clouds of fear,
And drops of anxiety,
stronger as the heartbeats get faster,
for it is the beginning of a storm.
Should I trust a stranger
That knows me so well
And jump into the water,
Even though I can drown
In a lake of confusion
Where my mind will eventually shatter,
Or should I run away, And wait for the one
That will wake the butterflies once again,
This time gently, without scaring them away,
Being able to bring the rainbow ,
With no need of rain?
As I look in the mirror the rainbow fades,
All I can see is gray.
Forgotten dream that never came true,
Got washed away, in a river of words ,
That I will never be able to say.
ectoplasmic (senryu)being a ghostectoplasmic (senryu)8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is an abstract profession
really quite sketchy
ReacquaintingReacquainting1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a couple weeks since the academy began defrosting, with students bustling about here and there trying to prepare for their classes, the tournament, or whatever else they have to worry about, much like the first day of the elf's enrollment. The elf, however, preferred not to go to any crowded places or be dragged into something he could care less about. Rather, he preferred trying to reconnect with people he met before he left the school. Most of them were gone now, except for a couple of familiar faces. Speaking of familiar faces, one caught his eye. He smiled to himself as he approached the man. "Hello, sir! I... Err... Do you happen do remember me?"
The head of the Magical Linguistics department was enjoying the pseudo-summer break, and was glad to be able to both focus on his beginners, as well as have some time for himself. He had begun to make it a habit to visit the main library at least once a week, as well as to go out and visit the nearby town, and also stop by the
DesireSometimes I just want to dieDesire4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And sometimes I just want to live.
I want to live in
I want to be
looking forward to
like I am
Dear Wartime WidowDear Wartime Widow;Dear Wartime Widow5 years ago in Letters More Like This
You don't know me. Well, you do; I was your neighbour, we lived beside each other for two years and I watched your huskies while you were on duty in Afghanistan. I spoke with your husband daily and gave treats through the fence and cried a little when I woke up one morning and saw your eldest dog had passed away, the others huddled close to it as if to keep him warm. Your husband, he had the same name as my daughter and we chuckled whenever this not-so-strange occurrence came up in conversation and his hair was red like fire.
I used to watch him, a Goliath of a man, digging the garden in your backyard, rebuilding the fence line, laying down boards just underneath the surface of the earth to keep the dogs from digging in to our yard. I helped at midnight when somebody thought it was funny to launch fireworks in to your backyard at the dogs, I'd give you clippings of my climbing vines so you could plant them on your side of the fence and we could have a matching scree
NightwindThe night slowly falls,Nightwind6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gently comes down to cover me,
the world moves on,
and I'm still lying here.
The absence of any light but the moon's,
makes me feel more secure,
than any man's voice,
the trees whisper words no one hears.
A leaf breaks, falls down,
the wind thinks my hair,
is a toy just for him silly,
yet lovely and easy to bear.
And because I let him play,
he shows me the stars,
pulls the clouds away,
and persuades me to stay.
He whispers he wants me to look at the stars,
to tell him what I see,
to feel in my heart what only he feels,
to see what can and will be.
The air is shaking,
the cosmos is changing,
I'm still lying here.
The moon is a candle,
out in the wind,
it shakes and it shivers,
and soon it will fade.
The wind is my friend,
and he plays with my hair,
as I whisper to him:
'Don't do that.'
The moon is a candle,
out in my wind,
it's dust-covered light won't fade,
Just like I won't think of moving,
Wind's in my arms,
All I Could DoThe first two months were absolute blissAll I Could Do10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
loving, caring, getting that kiss
living on ramen, mac n cheese, and love alone
we did more than survive, we made a home
Not because of me, and not because of her
things changed so fast it was hard to incur
the pain, the torture, the unyielding fate
There was no love, only bitterness and hate
But all I could do was love her through
All I could do, all I could do
For ten months she'd stare at me with a look of disdain
no cuddling, no sex, just nothing but pain
But all I could do was love her through
All I could do, all I could do
I loved this woman so hard and so madly
I completely withstood being treated so badly
I loved her so much it seeped through my pores
I wanted love back, to remove those sores
She sought a numb, which I of course provided
But our destiny was already decided
Not by her, and not by me
But by a man seeking power,unbridled control
When she was raped, I was raped too
for I completely lost the love that I kn