The quiet onesThe Quiet OnesThe quiet ones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
The BulliedThe Bullied.The Bullied3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.
He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.
The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.
Eventually he tried talking to his dad about it.
But ironically he wasn't best known for his listening.
Besides his home was always too noisy and overcrowded.
He was sure that they wouldn't notice if he was to even go missing.
His only friends were online and on facebook.
Every night you could hear him typing away in his room.
His mother started to wonder how long this phase took
Guide Entry:WerefolkJust about everyone's heard of werewolves...But what about werecats? Weregeese? Weredragons? In this entry, one will become acquainted with a small assortment of werefolk. Just as new species continue to emerge every day in undiscovered areas around the world, so are there new breeds of werefolk that may not be listed in this guide. (Note: This entry will be updated soon....It may take longer than some, due to the degree of detail.)Guide Entry:Werefolk3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Unlike the lustful, wild creatures that they have been made out to be by the media, werewolves are not all governed by their basest instincts. One can encounter them all over the world, from dark forests to rarely visited valleys and mountain ranges. Unlike other werefolk, werewolves rarely have a human form. Rather, humans who have been cursed with lycanthropy are the only ones that will change as the moon waxes each month. True werewolves are not affected by the moon's phases, unless one counts the higher number of successful
Graveyard LoversGraveyard Lovers3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On our honeymoon day we drove
Down the mountain pass and cove.
With starry eyes, our love we swore
To be together for evermore.
Tell me dear, have we arrived yet?
For we haven't a moment to lose.
We'll be there soon my sweet rosette
I'll tell you love, you're my only muse.
Tell me dear, who sets your heart ablaze
With an ever so softly placed kiss?
I'm awestruck by your burning gaze
I'll tell you love, you're my eternal bliss
Tell me dear, why your hair remains still
Amongst this harshest of wind that blows?
Your charming smile evokes such thrill
I'll tell you love, you're my exquisite rose.
Tell me dear, why your dress is torn?
It laid so beautifully against your skin.
Unlike this dress, my heart hasn't worn.
I'll tell you love, to cherish me within.
Tell me dear, what is this place?
It looks quite desolate and gray.
My eyes see nothing but your grace
I'll tell you love, we shall not fray.
Tell me dear, why it's grown so silent?
I cannot hear the faintest sound.
Your lilting voice mak
Fake LogicNothing is different from what I thought would happenFake Logic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew that it would
It did not keep me guessing
I am the one that gave myself the fake hope
Why do I keep doing this
Why do I keep going on like nothing is wrong
Each tear drop is just air now
That is all I am...right
1. The Black Rose1. The Black Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphir
DementiaDementiaDementia3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.
You're HomeThe only place I know I'm safeYou're Home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is someplace I may never be
If home is where the heart is
I'm still living overseas
What it wasn't.No, my love. It's not the way you don't listen when I speak.What it wasn't.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've realized that you do listen. You just forget.
No, my sweetheart. It's not the way you don't find me witty.
I've learnt that our senses of humour are different.
No, my darling. It's not the way you pick on my flaws.
I've understood that you love me despite them.
No, my dear. It's not the way you always ignore me like I'm just a girl.
I've figured out that I'm more even when your friends ask who I am.
No, my pet. It's not the way you never call me back when I need you.
I've come to the conclusion that you won't be there when I need you.
No, my sweet. It's not that you do not say it at all and when you do it's forced.
These are not the reasons why I've finally realized you don't love me.
Maybe years from now, when you sit and wonder about me, you'll realize
The reason I left was not words or sentiment or ideas or feelings
It's because your eyes are always wide open when you kiss me.
RemembranceRemembranceRemembrance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a time,
A time where my thoughts were flowing,
Dripping in a river of dreams,
As clear as the water,
As vivacious as the torrent.
A time when my smiles were true,
Unbroken by words of sorrows,
Bright and warm as a living light.
I've lived in times were men would sing,
An harmony of hopes,
A symphony of life.
They made promises that soon went blank,
And my smiles perished with them,
Laughter covered by a ravaging anguish.
But the dreams, I've seen them from afar,
Therefore I will keep running,
Before this time goes by.
Korra and the HeatKorra really hated the heat.Korra and the Heat4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Growing up in the South Pole, Korra was used to below-freezing temperatures. Did she enjoy freezing her ass off buried under a hundred fur blankets on the coldest days of winter? You'd have to be pretty stupid to think so, in her humble opinion, but she'd take that a thousand times over compared to this this
Ugh! She couldn't even think of a good word to describe it. Her brain has been fried by the blasted sun beating down directly on the vast, dried-out plain they traveled with the dirt path barely distinguishable from the brown grass around her. This weather was leaving her drained of energy, soaked in sweat she didn't even bother bending off herself anymore, and not exactly the nicest person to be around.
Korra had just about had it. There was Mako, acting all superior again just because she was a year younger than him and had never really left the Southern Water Tribe or a training temple in the other two nations before a couple months
The Farmers SonWe sat sipping grappa as the storm clouds rolled in from the ridgesThe Farmers Son4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the smoke from some great unseen inferno,
the wood walls and shingles of the house complained to us
in low groans,
of the wind coming up hard, through the valley,
and there was flickering light from a candle,
and she told me how light from a prism dissects into different colours that correspond
in some way to our bodies and that all of life was a rhythm
and I believed that part,
and I believed there were stars beyond the sight of man on any grey day
and that they might hold some greater secret than prisms or rhythms
or any question a farmers son could ever mutter,
and the wind slowed to a stillness
and the rain moved in and our voices gave way
to what my Father would call The Lords Music,
the pitter-patter of water
on the dry and flaking earth.
BitterBitter-sharp and angledBitter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stake through my heart
The brightest sun cannot penetrate
The cold seizures as I die
and die, everyday;
but still somehow remain.
You only had to die once.
I've died a thousand times
since you left.
Dying is no way to live.
I Don't CareThose heart-wrenching feelings have long since passedI Don't Care3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of togetherness, of love
Later came the shock of agony
Which I have rose above
Now I see you on the floor
Cold and bumpy to the touch
Remembering the last time I saw you
And how I used to feel so much
Remind me of the days of holding hands
Fingers entwined between fishnet gloves
Passionate, tender moments, exchanging hot kisses
With a girl I used to love
You are round and brown with little black bumps
A cute smile painted for a face
You had a match worn by another
But that was in another place
I don't think much of her anymore
She doesn't come to mind
And I believe it's for the better
To leave the past behind
Maybe she still thinks of me
Running my fingers through her hair
Maybe she still has those photos
But I honestly don't care
I don't know who she's with or where she is
Or if she's got a new madame
But I don't really want to know
Because I don't really give a damn
All I know is that I'm fine
And what's meant to be will be
Evil EvilEvil6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What lurks in the hearts of men
So full of unadulterated passion,
And so very full of sin
Dark and twisted,
Manipulating you from within,
And always looking for someone new,
So that it can begin again
What's inside a predators mind,
So full of fleeting images,
And full of macabre designs
The world is a fantasy,
A nightmare of corrupted dreams,
A testament of fear in eyes,
And a million lost screams
So possessed by evil,
Always setting traps and placing snares,
Never looking for the vigilant,
Eyes open for the unaware
No mercy, no pity,
For it's the meek you seek,
Preying on their desires,
And what makes them weak
You are so evil
And you deserve nothing more,
Than to die
You are so depraved inside,
That I wonder if you've ever,
You've turned your lies into truth
And truth into lies
You can search for absolution,
But it will always be denied
jlp June 10, 2009
Drown With MeI swallow waterDrown With Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but close my eyes,
lungs fill up
body slowly dies
I go with the flow
memories rush through me,
I don't try to swim
as I drown in the sea
I need to remember
the warmth of your hand,
soft lips in a kiss
on our own little land
you need to be here
and not over there,
without you close
life is so hard to bear
don't wave goodbye
you can't leave yet,
won't you stay with me?
you were so hard to get
sad smiles and hugs
in a moment you're gone,
I can't stand the pain
I cry until dawn
I think and I wonder
do you miss me?,
because lost with you forever
is where I want to be
I'm letting go now
crushing memories' tide,
because here, underwater
you're again by my side
I let myself drown
while I think of you,
now that you're gone
there's nothing I want to do
with my last moment, I smile,
warm in my undersea grave,
I grasp your hand tight,
and we die with the wave.
Paper inked with loveI used to write so many thingsPaper inked with love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be
And then you trapped me
The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor
On the purest heart
To lie about
I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost
I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go
They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash
I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minuteI don't know how4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.
I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.
I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.
But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
AutobiographyAutobiography3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Death and a prayer,
Through my tongue
A burning blade into
The hearts of many.
You know me not
But a name and a rumor.
Yes, to the will and way
By which I attempt to live.
Human am I, yet ever so strange.
Far gone, and close to madness
But still am I sane
By Death and a prayer.
Rainbows Only Need One ColorRainbows Only Need One ColorRainbows Only Need One Color5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Forgive me for finding out, but I know why you are in the hospital. I know why you took the pills. And most of all, I know why you are not dead right now.
It was my fault. I figured that you would try something drastic, so I went to your house as soon as I could. When no one answered, I broke in and saw you falling over. You were reaching out like you could see someone that I could not. I called your name, but you had already passed out. Immediately, I ran over to check your pulse and call an ambulance.
Did you want to die? I mean, you obviously did, or else why would you have taken the pills? No, what I'm trying to ask is did you really want to die, or were you just trying to escape something?
You tried to hide it, keep it a secret, but they read your thoughts. The insults, the teasing started. You told all of your friends that nothing was wrong, but we could see it in your eyes. They have slowly been turning gray to match your outfits, black
maybe i'll die for the truthwhen i was seven, i forgot how to be a kid, and i grew up, and once you grow up, you rarely grow down. when i was fourteen, you told me i made you sad to talk to, and that i should cheer up and look around at all the beautiful things in the world, but you can't see the beauty in things that sicken you. you can't pretend that the world is alright when people are dying and starving and crying and wars are being fought and the right people are losing and the wrong ones are winning-you can't see beauty in these types of things.maybe i'll die for the truth5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when i was seventeen, you told me i was beautiful, but the wrong kind. and i thought, how can you be the wrong kind of beautiful, but you showed me how when you kissed my cheek and lied and i realized you meant the kind of beautiful thats broken. when i was nineteen, you laughed when i told you i was depressed and so i laughed too, because maybe it's all one big joke, but not really, because you can't joke about being sad all the time.
when i was leaving for new yor
to be heard (speak)i would write youto be heard (speak)10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
if these sentences
weren't so wasteful.
call it a stanza
but this is a
wild and tearing
at my language.
i would hold you
if only i could
stop these hands
i would open myself
lay bare rampant wishful thinking,
scrawl suns and stars that do nothing
except shine bright and useless
screaming your name
in technicolour until maybe
i caught your attention;
i would open myself
if only i weren't
so deathly afraid.
heart, steady your beating;
handle adjective gently,
for some things are not
made for embellishment.
bravery is a promise
you soar, you swim,
and i tire of assembling
wings that break and
Wisps of MemoryAs the days go by without word,Wisps of Memory9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stubbornly I cling to your existence.
You ARE real.
I choose not to believe otherwise.
Your gentle words and support hoover in my mind.
Terrifyingly close to being lost,
hope uses you as a lure into the light.
I cannot turn away.
I will not banish you from my heart.
I need security in my uncertain world.
I can't walk away.
Maybe I will vanish over and over,
until all memories are lost.
Maybe time will tear us apart-
or the overwhelming physical distance.
Perhaps we will be too different in person,
irreconcilable with our online personas.
Mayhaps our families will not approve our relationship.
There are so many things that can go wrong.
so much could go well.
I just need to keep in contact with you,
keep your memory alive.
No matter how many times I vanish,
you promised to be there.
I hope your words are proven true.
I really dread and half way expect betrayal.
Terrified of being used an