You can't left me behind!You can't left me behind!
Since more than two months he was acting like this. He didn't contradict him anymore, didn't agree with him... he even didn't sing anymore! Every single order got carried out from him, without any word, without a single hint of emotion. Even if his eyes used to show his thoughts... But now? Now they were totally empty, all time long. As if his songbird didn't has a soul anymore. Was that little Angel really that important for him? Was this behavior a punishment for him, just because he eliminated this poultry? It had been within his rights! Nezumi wasn't allowed to belong to anyone! Nobody except him! And yet... it was like he has eaten the heart of the bard with the same bite with them he ate the heart of the angel. Stupid, naive thing. How could his favorite slave fallen in love with such a piece of shit? He was it who gave him everything! More than he could ever have in the human world. So why did he fallen in love with this
AndroidityAndroidityAndroidity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Picking at your wires
You never do get tired
For now you cannot sleep
When you can’t sleep, you cannot dream
Electricity running through your veins
Your heart artificial – a metallic brain
You don’t need to eat, you don’t need to drink
You needn’t feel pain – it’s all what you think
“Is this real or fantasy?” The words escaped your mouth
And I replied “Don’t fret my dear – you’re safe with me,”
“I’ve taken you to experiment on
And now you’re an automaton
But don’t be sad, or mad, or glad
Emotions you don’t need – not now.”
Your bright eyes widened – not with glee
The words that you did scream to me
They all still haunt me to this day
But now, my dear, it’s all okay
Your yellow eyes are beautiful
Your hair is still the darkest brown
And now that you can feel, my sweet
It all will be just oh-so-great
So won’t you come and play with me?
Your PuppetI'm your puppetYour Puppet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your little doll
Crafted to your liking
Strings cover every limb
For you to pull
And make me bow to your every whim
You, my puppeteer, love to make me dance
Day in and day out must I prance
Moving my hands, feet
To your ever demanding beat
With no rest
I'm not always at my best
Disgust constantly shown in your face
When I can't keep the pace
You are rough
And never seem to get enough
Making me twirl and swirl
Your perfect, obedient girl
During our play
It goes without say
You would lose your grip
And let me slip
With a loud clatter
Upon the floor
Leaving me sore
Begging for no more
But you ignore my pleas
And I fall into your hands with ease
You smile with pleasure
For you know that now and forever
Will I dance for you
For the rest of my days
I shall perform through your maze
Doing every routine in a haze
Never cutting my ties
Or trying to get away from all the lies
Covered in scratches
And several patches
I still move as you instruct to
I your marionett
The Things We Give AwayDrake couldn't keep still.The Things We Give Away2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The restlessness, the agitation, the anxietywhen it got to be unbearable he would pace across the creaking floorboards of the basement and moan in anguish.
I listened to the rapid pattering of his bare feet below me and wished he would go to sleep. It scared me, his psychosis. There were times when I was tempted to up the dosage of his meds, but I never did; his doctor had specifically said no more drugs. His body couldn't take it.
A banging noise resonated from downstairs and I jumped. Then sighed. This was getting ridiculous. I needed to talk to him. I needed to calm him down. I forced myself out of bed and groggily meandered down to the dimly-lit basement where, for some reason, Drake felt safe. My bones creaked almost as much as the stairs did as I descended them. I was horribly sleep-deprived. I'd been staying up all hours of the night for the past couple of weeks and it had taken its toll on me. His doctor suggested having him committed, but I cou
Monsters I will Become (Poem)MonstersMonsters I will Become (Poem)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Kaede Draga
In all the years I’ve been alive
I’ve never felt so helpless.
They used my own wishes against me.
I shouldn’t tell her my secrets.
All she does is scream at me when I do my chores wrong.
Then complains to the whole house that I never do enough,
Even when I try my best.
Then she become a real bitch,
By turning around, raising her voice,
And threatening to spill my secrets, break my belonging,
Hurt me, throw coffee on me, disown me
If I don’t freaking get away from her.
She then tells me that she doesn’t owe me anything for my help,
And that “good children” are born to help their parents.
“What good is having a family if they aren’t there when you need them?”
She thinks I was born her slave?
She’s messed up in the head if she thinks that way.
I shouldn’t have asked him for anything either.
He hides secrets from her, and she takes it out on me.
When I ask him for anything, he denies me.
Pride and Shattered Love-PoetryPride and Shattered LovePride and Shattered Love-Poetry2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We shook each other’s hands for good sportsmanship
It was a competition between our schools.
You swore to me you'd win
I really hoped you would.
Because your smile is all I wanted.
Not a medal,
A smile from you.
But, for every competition
Someone needs to win,
Like someone needs to lose.
And in our case
I was the winner,
And you were the loser.
Though most people would be jumping for joy
After being called up to receive my prize,
I felt sadness when I saw your face.
Your big black eyes tearing up,
Your cheeks turning red from shame,
Your mouth hanging open,
Your lip quivering.
I thought you were about to cry.
Afterwards, when my team congratulated me,
I looked over to her team.
She was trying to look happy for her teammates
Who’d almost all won single medals.
But she was hurting inside,
I could see it in her eyes.
Though my teammates and I each had multiple medals,
I didn’t feel proud.
Instead I felt upset that
Poem For My Baby GirlPoem for my “Baby Girl”Poem For My Baby Girl10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
From: Muti and your Mayonaka Family
Baby girl, my sweet little “child”...
Every night when I head to sleep,
Our last conversation lingers in my head
All night long.
Sweetheart, do you realize,
That your pain is our pain?
I know what you think…
You think you’re a burden
To your father and I
And the rest of our Ohana.
Is that why you distance yourself from us?
My dear daughter,
I hope you realize…
When you cry, we can feel your sorrow,
And when you’re frightened, we share your fears,
And when you try to be aloof, we feel excluded,
And when you feel despair, we feel helpless as well…
Your emotions really matter to us,
Despite the fact that you think that it’s a waste
To burden the Ohana with such things.
Baby girl, my sweetheart,
I want you to believe.
Believe that you’re special.
Believe that you’re extraordinary in a good way.
Believe that you’re truly important.
Believe that we ALL
The Biter of the Throats-PoetryThe Biter of the ThroatsThe Biter of the Throats-Poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one would believe
The night I was walking down the street
That I heard a scream.
A bloodcurdling scream
Of a woman my age
Pierced my ears and startled me.
I turned around,
I saw myself alone.
Maybe it was a bad idea to take this shortcut
At ten at night
When I’m all alone.
Where did that scream come from?
Should I be afraid?
And I know that I should
Because it sounded real close.
I ran in the direction of that scream
Though most people would run away.
And what I saw then
Would shock me to the core
And change my life forever.
On the pavement,
Cold and damp
Lay the body of a woman
Bleeding from the throat,
With blood pooling by her face
And her eyes wide open, like they’d been glued.
As I reached down to help her
I realized she was warm.
Maybe she could be saved.
But the fact that she had no pulse
Told me that she was gone
And that she’d not been dead long.
Her killer was out here somewhere.
And he was closed by.
I heard swishing,
Bleed it Out-PoetryBleed it outBleed it Out-Poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Kaede N. S.
I can’t take the pain anymore.
Every day, it just gets worst.
The time is now,
The time can’t wait.
To take the razor and mark my hate.
Onto my skin, I rub the edge,
To mark me as one who strayed away.
Let me skin burst open
And let the ruby liquid run down my skin.
It feels so wrong,
And yet it’s all right.
Nothing more than to see the blood run,
That’s what I thought.
Now I don’t want it to stop.
I want to feel the warm,
I want to see the rich red color,
I want to smell the iron
And taste it.
One more time,
Oh who am I kidding?
Again and again,
Let this cutting continue.
It’s alright with me
If I never stop letting it bleed.
Breaking Point: Emotional PoetryBreaking PointBreaking Point: Emotional Poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Kaede N. S.
I’m listening to everything you say.
I bite my lip as hard as I can,
And I try not to say anything back,
Because I know just how terrible you can be.
You always belittle me in front of others,
Saying I have the EASY life.
You know I have to try 10 times as hard as you.
My life is a least a dozen times worst than yours.
I don’t want to listen to you say that.
I can only handle so much.
This abuse is getting out of hand.
My mask is starting to
Little by little, you’re breaking it.
My dark colors are hidden beneath,
And you’re about to rip them
And shed light on them.
And when they’re exposed
I won’t be able to hold that rage
And just when I’m afraid my mask is cracking,
I know for a fact that it is shattering.
And I feel it letting my dark side through.
I feel the evil,
I feel the sin, the
Hidden inside of me
And let the darkness through.
And it gushes
Dying To Dance: Chapter 1Dying To Dance: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dying To Dance
It was a cool autumn evening, the stars shone brightly and the auburn trees rustled in the breeze. The night was a velvety black illuminated by a vivid harvest moon, visible through the giant dome-shaped window embedded into the lavish ceiling.
The ivory floor underfoot was so highly polished it resembled more of an ice rink as several hundred pairs of feet swept across it and dozens more sat down at tables, laughing, talking, sulking...
Lillith, an exceptionally pretty girl of 17, was slumped at an elegant table set with silver knives and forks, several empty champagne glasses lay discarded next to the female- though she was none too fond of the stuff, Luska had a fetish for it.
This is soooo boring the demon thought, drumming Lil's fingers. Shush! Be patient! It's not every day you get invited to an undead ball she hissed back, placing one hand over the other to stop it from moving. You're bored too he s
Life's Journey - What It Takes To Come Alive pt.2Life is a journey. One's destination is unique to our hearts and lives in our souls. It is a state of the mind. A new way of seeing things. An altered perception. A notion of achievement. An idea of happiness. Our destination is never a place, nor are the things we want most really things at all. We take the journey. Our destiny is shaped in our moments of decision. As fate looks down upon us, we follow the roads of desire with home in our hearts and our hearts on our sleeves choosing our paths, making new ones, searching until our destination sits in sight on the horizon. We keep moving. We take others along with us. We wave hellos, we wave goodbyes. We take our journey. Our treasures of love, collections of loss, bundles of experience, wisdom, and memories we've picked up along the way are carried high on our backs and we grow. We have courage. We take risks. We observe. We change. We develop. We cry. We fall down. We get up. We smile. We follow our dreams. We listen to our hearts. WLife's Journey - What It Takes To Come Alive pt.23 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Dying To Dance: Chapter 2Dying To Dance: Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dying To Dance
"Frazer, what are you-" she started to hiss, then thought better, sensing something was wrong. They had stopped dancing now but their bodies remained close together; Lillith was pressed against the wall but she daren't move. Her breathing was shallow and ragged and she glanced around, searching for an opening in the curtains through which she could peek. Perched on the balconies high above the dancing crowd stood dozens of obscured figures, all wearing a familiar red crest on their person and gazing down upon the scene in a menacing manner. Lil peered back at Frazer and noticed his mask had one of those marks on it as well. And, with a jolt, she realised she too bore the symbol on hers. Something was going on here... She had no time to worry about Frazer's intentions and instead tried to convey to him her revelation, but it was too late.
The council! hissed Luska, as somebody screamed on the other side of the curtain.
Truth in the LIghtTRUTH IN THE LIGHTTruth in the LIght2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The light shines down and exposes the truth,
Displaying imperfections from the beginning of youth.
Not to expose problematic choices you've made,
But lighting the way so you are not afraid.
For change and strength come from exposing our faults,
It hardens the soul or opens hearts vaults.
To a treasure some seek and may never find,
But additional light is there to remind.
That the light which made every living thing,
Resides in each of you welling up like a spring.
Helping one another to drink in that light,
To stand there beside you as a friend in this fight.
For true light that's bright in perfection and pure,
Unconditionally washes away the obscure.
And whether a nemesis or a friend,
The light will hold true and expose in the end.
That it's independence we think we seek,
Yet pride and ignorance keep us blind and weak.
We can not do this journey alone,
At the very least you must know God to get home.
Realizing it is not by our grace that were saved,
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The EarthFOLLOW THE CHILD3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
The Beauty of BugsThe night before she died, Winn and I talked out on her front porch. She sat on the railing, her legs draped over the wood, me on the single swing, rocking slowly back and fourth. It was the middle of the summer and we could hear the crickets chirping, see the fireflies floating around us. Everything was so peaceful.The Beauty of Bugs4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I wish I were a firefly." She had said.
"A firefly." Winn had smiled in that funny way she always did, lopsided across her face and a childlike innocence in her dimples. "I could just buzz around and not have to care. There would be so many things I wouldn't have to do."
I shrugged, watching as two crawled up the gutter along the side of her house. "That's true."
"And," she paused for a second, catching one between her hands quickly and keeping them clasped for a second, "well, I'd be beautiful."
"You're beautiful." I said quietly.
Winn shook her head. "I wonder what it'd be like to be so beautiful."
"Don't say that sort of thing." I said sternly. "You're one of the
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Painted into a Corner by Painted into a CornerPainted into a Corner by2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pretend to know me,
Thinking all your judgmental advice will somehow free me.
Believing what works for you will work for me,
Never realizing your advice is your own convictions trying to teach you.
I am not you, nor should I be,
Living with the motives and agendas I only know in my heart.
You can't see or think the way I do because we are different.
Instead of embracing the differences by sharing our strengths, you look for weakness.
You don't even know my past.
You told your stories with such enthusiasm, you had nothing left for me.
You must pause to listen, if you want to hear what I have to say.
Or all you will hear is yourself and stay locked in the reflection of your mirror.
See past what you think you see.
It's easy to critique one stroke of the brush when it has no direction.
Failing to step back and observe how that one stroke changed the whole pi
Confession to a wolfConfession to a wolf2 years ago in Personal More Like This
My dearest wolf, how delightful it is to meet you. You think you overtook me by surprise? No, you are quite mistaken. I've been longing for you. Day after day I've been watching the paths you took, the territories in which you hunted, the rivers from which you drank. Why the weird look, wolf? I am merely a girl, you caught my scent. And forgive me for smelling like a fox - our paths keep crossing each other; I am cutting the tail of vulpes vulpes with silver scissors and it keeps growing back and this madman keeps stepping on the same rake. Not my fault, now, is it. I know - you can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf. But you will make an exception for me, won't you?
You look gaunt, my dearest wolf. You are running with chain snippets asphyxiating your neck - did someone try to tame you? Dupes. Come, let me take that old collar off your fine neck. Ah, stop looking at me in such a distrustful manner. We know
SirenJealously struck.Siren3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It walked right through the door in tight jeans and a fake smile.
False greetings were exchanged through gritted teeth,
and hollow sounding small talk was made.
That siren sat across her pray.
Flashing her charming smiles with painted lips,
her words were heard over the roar of voices.
They rang in his ears like the sea,
and she began luring him away.
He listened to her sweet voice,
listened until her sound was all he heard.
He reached for her...
His intention, only friendly.
She in turn, gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
And that was all it took,
for the seas to turn violent.
They roared over the voice of reason,
in a passionate fury.
filled with betrayal, anger, and sorrow,
took control and never ceased;
The waves, they beat against the shore,
until all life,
Trip to FairylandIt started out so innocently. It was just me and my six-year-old sister, Pearl, lying on the lilac-purple carpet of my bedroom. We were talking, just talking. Somehow, the conversation got to the topic of "fairies".Trip to Fairyland3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That's where this story really starts.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"I WISH I could go to Fairyland," sighed Pearl.
"Well, can I tell you a secret?" I replied. My eyes twinkled at the joke I would tell her.
"What?" she asked. Pearl, as the youngest in the family, loved to be "in" on everything.
"Oh, never mind," I said, turning my head away from her.
Pearl went head-over heels into my trap, protesting that she was six, she was ready!
Hesitantly, I agreed to tell her my secret: "I've been to Fairyland. At night, you go through a portal by my bed. The Fairy guards recognize me, but for most people, the check and make sure you're safe. It's bea-uuuuuuuuuuuutiful!
But for all that Pearl believed in Fairyland, she knew that I'd never been there. Her enthusiasm dropped to zero, and her eyes took
THE ONLY HOPE NOWOnce There Was Love; Once There Was JoyTHE ONLY HOPE NOW3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy
Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why
Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die
The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night
Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light
Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said
A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb
Guided By One Whose Words They Believe
Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive
The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light
To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging FireTHE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B