I Prayed For RainDear God,
I prayed for rain yesterday.
Rain to rinse the sprawling greens that lay across my home,
To wash the coats of the goats that graze there, so peacefully,
To clean the mildew from that rotting hut where the old man lives.
To cleanse my lips, for they are dirty with half-hearted lies.
I prayed for a warm, soft rain.
For a cold rain would make the grasses shiver and shrivel, and
the goats to mewl uncomfortably as they retreated into the darkness.
The old man would simply turn and hide in his aging hut of cold, cold stones.
And my lips? They would harden with the lies I coat them with.
I want a shower to dance in.
So the grasses could tickle my feet as I twirled into the light, and
the goats would shyly come forward to watch, to listen to my rhythm
The old, old man might peek between the cracks in the stones,
And laughter would crack at the lies on my lips.
Give me a rain, dear Lord,
for the Sun is burning at the grasses, killing them slowly,
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadowsWatcher of the Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks
He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win
The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night
I Am AddictionI’m past it,I Am Addiction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
Shh. (Extension II)Shh, to hear the silent screamShh. (Extension II)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the girl you used to be.
Don't blink; she'll flash before your eyes.
To let her escape would not be wise.
She's a monster, built of tears and pain.
She'll rip at your soul till no joy remains.
She's out of control, a tangled mess,
Screaming for sorrow, for pain, distress.
It's imperative to keep her locked in cage,
Sealed with your agony, your accumulated rage.
Remember: she'll hurt them, too,
the ones who mean so much to you.
For however you choose to lock her away,
She will demand of you what you cannot pay.
Freak of natures willStaring into the dark abyss,Freak of natures will2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the room next door is quiet.
I watch my shaking hands.
Hopeful for some sign of life.
My brain distracts itself
I catch myself staring at them,
hopeful for some sign of joy.
I stare at the sky.
The world will turn upside down.
I swear I'll fly.
Or maybe that's just my imagination.
I didn't plan to end up here.
My feet simply carried me to the highest place they could think of.
I don't know how you did it.
Jealous is silly, I'm envying.
"You're too beautiful to go."
I shattered the mirror with just one look.
I've always spun such silly lies.
These bloody hands, screams of terror.
In the end some may find me staring into a mirror.
Restless Ghosts and Sleeping LanternsHush my child, don't you fearRestless Ghosts and Sleeping Lanterns2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monster's arms will comfort, dear
Lie inside the warm embrace
And dry the tears that track your face
Listen closely to the breeze
That whispers words between the trees
In the dark they'll gently comb
And call you swiftly, safely, home
Smile, darling, shut your eyes
And hear the witches' happy cries
Feel the kindness of their light
The fire licks the coming night
When you're shivering to the bone
Remember, sweet, you're not alone
In the cracks that cross the ground
The beast will keep you safe and sound
Shh my love, no need to weep
I'll sing to you until you sleep
Nothing's scary as it seems
Hold onto that within your dreams
Don't you worry, where you stand
I'll always be, to hold your hand
Terror loses sharpened teeth
Around my bed, six feet beneath
See the stars that shine above
And know that they'll protect you, love
All is brightened by their spark
There is no need to fear the dark
MuteI rip out my vocal cordsMute2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm
Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days
Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain
Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore
Blackbird's FeatherBlackbirdBlackbird's Feather2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sweeping across the snow
left me a feather
and away he goes
and away he goes
drifting up on the air
but I seem to be stuck here
melting in the cold
cannot rip my eyes from the sky
cannot get my fists to unfold
the words have frozen to our tongues
that's what happens to winter love
so you think this feather is enough to make a wing
so you try to free me from it,
but your claws only sting.
i walk away
come to regret every footfall
but I can't keep you down
because you're up
and I'm frozen to the ground
laying pale in the snow
he can soar no more
you didn't have to do that
have to fall on your own sword
cut your wings apart
to get me back home.
and as I see you freeze
I know now what it is I believe
that someone could give up everything
come down to the winter
do you know the secret, Bird?
learn to live with the cold
though you turn blue
the heart beats hot inside of you
I know it
In the Dead of NightAs your name leaves my lipsIn the Dead of Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dead of night
A shiver runs down my spine
And not one of delight.
Your eyes, they haunt me
But not as much as before
Because day after day
I realize that perhaps it's not your slate blue eyes that haunt me....
But hazel and blue instead.
The sudden realization makes me sick
As I try in confusion to make sense of it.
The thoughts of them and the feelings...
My mask that I so carefully placed to prevent this
As their names leave my lips
In the dead of night
A shiver runs down my spine
And I don't know if it's one of delight.
My Master's VoiceI screamed at him "I'm leaving!"My Master's Voice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiled and said "okay"
I said "no, for once I mean it
This time you wont make me stay"
But bags were never really packed
And that night in our bed I lay
The taste of blood on my lips
Still remained there the next day
I screamed at him "please stop this!
I am the Mother to your child
Baby, I know you have a temper
I know my ways make you so wild"
"But I promise I'll try harder
Not to push your buttons so much"
With that the beast resumed control
As I quiver at each stolen touch
They scream at me to leave him
To them it's such a simple choice
But it's been so long since I've heard
Anything but my master's voice
To the point that I no longer know
My own mind or my own heart
But today he said he's sorry again
And tomorrow will be a fresh start
They...They...They...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They wander amongst us
Great and Giant
Small and Slender
Subtle and Careful
They walk about
And Cruel all the same
They Are Here
The Things in the Trees
The Birds in the Air
They are Earth
And Earth is much Restless
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,I no longer rule the world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.
But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.
For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.
FearOpen your eyes to face your fears.Fear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let your heart sill, don't despair
Deep inside, you know you can't hide
danger hangs around, side by side.
You want to call for help, but... who?
No one is coming to rescue you.
You'll have to face, you'll have to fight,
deal with the shadows of the night,
be the winner of the game
- while mysterious voices utter your name.
Not a witch, a werewolf, a ghost...
This is exactly what you fear the most,
much scarier than all the rest.
You feel your heart heavy in your chest.
Enveloped in dread, you feel like blind,
someone is playing with your mind.
Then you know, you don't have a clue,
the monster is inside you.
Any possible help or light is gone,
you are here, and you are alone.
No matter how much you hide, how much you run...
The nightmare has just begun.
Rains of SorrowThe rain is pouringRains of Sorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pouring down sorrows
Pouring down visions
Of what will happen on the morrow
I know I cannot stop it
But at least I can try
Fling my arms wide open,
And beg mercy from the sky
O my lord Zeus!
Why must you plague me?
I played your games, stepped in your traps
I gambled dice with the tendrils of Destiny
What do I get,
For a half-broken wish?
Sorrow upon sorrow
Despair and anguish
Rain, rain, please go away
If you must, come back another day
Come when I am happy and bright,
Come when I have truly found sight
Go trouble the old man,
Sleeping on his porch
Don't harass me
Holder of Fate's torch
Lest it blow out,
Lest the flames die,
I can do nothing
But sit down and cry
Cry for the future, cry for the past
But however bad they are, the present is worse
The present's not a gift
The present is a curse
Graveyard of my dreams,
Dreams that never came true
Dreams of me walking
Slowly towards you
But then you pass by,
Without sparing a glance
This is destiny
Not the child of chan
AliveThey pointed and laughed at her,Alive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because she smiled between each second,
Because she laughed between each page,
Because she danced between each step.
They laughed, and they stared,
Because they didn’t understand
The jokes she heard in the birds’ songs,
She happiness she found in every note.
They didn’t hear the lullaby
That the wind sang with each breeze,
Or the stories the trees told
With every rustling leave.
The relief at having survived
Yet another night, another day.
The joy at being outside
Of the hospital’s gloomy walls.
They didn’t know the fear
And the sorrow she had suffered,
When her parents had prayed for her,
Prayed for what seemed impossible.
How could they understand?
The spoilt eye turns blind towards
The beauty of the daylight,
And the stillness of each night.
And yet she wondered how they could miss
The warmth within each heartbeat,
The joy between each breath,
The bliss of being alive.
Dialogue: Tangled"You've changed."Dialogue: Tangled2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I hope that's not an accusation."
"Of course not. It's an observation."
"But you have."
"Wanna tell me how?"
"You're a mess...oh, come on. Don't look at me like that."
"I washed my hair today, you know."
"Excuse your dry sense of humour, but I wasn't referring to your strawberry-scented hair."
"Fine, then. I'm a mess. Enlighten me, but try not to insult me, will you?"
"Don't worry, it happens to a lot of people, really."
"You don't know who you are. You're not a jock, even though you love soccer. You're definitely not a writer, even though I know what lies inside that pink folder underneath your bed. You're not intellectual, despite the absence of anything below an A on your report card. You don't know who you are, so you've slopped together everything you could be into a messy form, like a stained glass window with no real picture, and you project that image of yourself - a little of everything, a part of you suite
Disney Storybits 94PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT!Disney Storybits 942 years ago in Romance More Like This
The stone pathway almost sounded rhythmic underneath Minnie’s heels, clicking and clacking with every enthusiastic step. The entire island was alive with music – the hum of the boats, the songs of the seagulls, the choir of folks in the market cheering over their goods. It was nearly dance worthy but Minnie had no time to take it all in. Her heart was playing its own rapid tempo, swelling faster as she got closer to the docks. Soon she’d be there, and he’d be there, and they’d be together, and –
And this was swiftly interrupted as Minnie’s feet no longer touched the cobblestone. She let out a diminutive squeak as her arms were grabbed and she was hoisted upwards by two of her dear friends. “Minnie, honey!” Daisy squealed to the left. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you. Now we can all go watch the festival preparations together!” Clara
the Tree (a lullaby)She put her doughter to sleep,the Tree (a lullaby)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she sang a lullaby,
she gave her child a kiss,
she said: "Goodnight, my sky".
She tucked her baby in...
a cover made of ground
a scream resounded then,
a scream and no more sound.
When her groom came back home
he seemed to see her dance
around the giant tree
where started their romance
but she hanged down from a branch
like a silver fish from a lence:
the wind made swing the noose
tricking at first glance.
Disney Storybits 92PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT!Disney Storybits 923 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a dusty afternoon, so the townspeople were wearing their kerchiefs snugly around their noses and mouths. The dirt was light in the neighboring farms, so high winds blew around their specks on these sorts of days. But dust or no dust, everyone had a job to do, and so the shops were open and the citizens traveled here and there to get their chores done. However, it didn't shock the citizens to see one of their own without a kerchief. That was Mickey for you, trying to be brave and in the face of adversity, no matter how small. He held his head proudly, carrying his gigantic wrench over his shoulder, not even wincing when flecks of dirt hit his glasses.
As always, he was impeccably dressed even for a mere walk around town. He could afford to clean his suit, or even buy a new one if necessary. Just as the weather was being routine, Mickey was being routine as well, tipping his hat to those he passed. "Hiya, Missus Radl
Disney Storybits 89PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT!Disney Storybits 893 years ago in Romance More Like This
The day had brought about heavy clouds that threatened rain, but never let loose a single drop. Occasional peaks of sunlight broke through, nearly becoming beacons of heaven's glory as they graced the kingdom. Due to the unpredictably of that day's weather, Minnie decided that the day's lessons would be held indoors, just in case. However, she decided to take a different route throughout the castle's complex hallways in order to give Mickey a different sense of scenery. This hallway had the specialty of stain-glass windows, each one depicting different stories of times long passed.
He was instantly fascinated, and as she walked she had to stop every so often to check behind her to see if Mickey was following her or was admiring the windows. Perhaps a month or two ago, she would had admonished him with a snippy tone, but in the short time she had gotten to know him, he had nestled deeply into her heart and refused to budge
Disney Storybits 88PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT!Disney Storybits 883 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was with an odd sense of relief that Minnie went back to school, ready to put the last few days behind her. With the semester slowly coming to an end, everything appeared to have calmed down, and Minnie even started humming to herself as she walked down the familiar hallway. Why shouldn't she be happy? Their enemies had been defeated, her friends were safe, and despite the accidental bite, she wasn't a vampire. The only thing wrong with the day was that she was still hungry, despite having a large breakfast that morning. She merely shrugged it off, and when she saw Donald and Daisy turn a corner in front of her, she happily greeted them, and was given plenty of hugs by her witch friend.
"I was so worried, Minnie!" Daisy shook her friend by the shoulders back and forth, while Donald merely waved. "I stayed up all night, thinking about what I was going to do if you became a vampire! It's such a miracle that you're still
InsanityIt is a cold cruel world,Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a cold cruel heartless life,
and all I want to do is sink back into the night,
I am not excepted here,
amongst the men with countless fears,
I am not wanted here,
they have made that oh so clear,
I don't want to live a life,
where all of life is but a fright,
I can not live a life,
cowering from the light,
I sit in the shadows of my pain,
to watch the days just slip away,
shun from the world of all humane,
my heart grows colder as I go insane,
The Scarlet, 15The Scarlet, 153 years ago in Romance More Like This
The fire from the Rodawn theater didn't take long to touch upon adjacent buildings, sending the city into fear. The wealthy were forced to pick what possessions they valued most before fleeing their homes, while those without possessions to pick were able to help others evacuate friends faster. Water tanks on wheels and firefighters on crotchety small engines arrived as fast as they could, shouting for volunteers to aid them, unable to catch up with the speed of the flames on their own. There was no time to cry over lost valuables when every hand was needed.
One of the few places the fire had yet to reach was the remains of the school where Ludwig and Gyro had faked their deaths. The final players of Fantome's play had been gathered here, even though the injured Mortimer and chained Fou were not there willingly. The group was gathered in the destroyed ruins of a classroom, with Fantome keeping his black blade to Minnie's neck in order to secure the Scarlet's obedience. The Scarlet had
A letter to past loves.Dear Boy number 1,A letter to past loves.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you turned my world upside down,
changed green into red and smiles to tears.
Who would've thought that
your teasing and your games would
plant a fear into my bones, so strong that
I still cannot shake it?
Dear Boy number 2,
I don't think about you anymore
but I don't think about you any less either.
Your love consumed me and
pushed me to the edge of insanity.
We were fire one second, ice the next,
battle wounds were inflicted just to get a taste of blood.
We were right in all the wrong ways, but to you,
holding another was second nature.
Dear Boy number 3,
you only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me, but
I fell in love with your eyes of coal.
Dear Boy number 4,
you are just great. And that's the thing.
You are everything I could wish for, but
I want someone to