Nature's SongThunder crashed as rain fell from the sky. The wind blew gently and coolly, sending a mist of soft rain to caress the girl in the forest. Walking under lamenting branches weighed down by tears, she felt their sorrow fall on her and trace her body. Her hair became darkened by their sadness, her body heavy from the rain. Puddles painted her canvas sneakers, darkening the fabric and chilling her to the bone. The girl shivered, pulled her dripping clothes closer to herself; the rain enveloped her almost tenderly while it stole her warmth. She turned up her music, blocking out the sound of nature.
The ground was adorned by pine needles that released a sweet perfume. As she hurried along in the forest, her soaked feet crushed the needles, overwhelming her senses with the smell. Wet leaves stuck to her ankles as she dodged the puddles, wishing she had brought an umbrella. Or at least some sensible shoes. She cranked her music higher, hoping the rain wouldn't damage her IPod.
At this thought,
Nothing Can DescribeEvery time I reach for wordsNothing Can Describe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are none to describe
How much I love you
Or what I love about you
Your hair, your eyes
Your smile, your laugh
Your frown, your tears
And I can't find more words
Your personality is intoxicating
Your humour leaves me breathless
Your ideas are so clever
Your mind is so brilliant
Your love is all mine
Your thoughts and your dreams
Your touch is so sweet
Your words are so kind
But these words I write
Cannot aptly describe
What I feel when I'm around you
What I feel about you
You leave me wordless
You leave me breathless
You leave me missing you
You leave me wanting you
Your arm around me is perfect
Your hand in mine is perfect
Your sweet whispers are perfect
You are, in all, perfect
I know millions of words
But none can describe
How I love you
IntroductionsThe skies were cloudy as she flew through the air. Her legs pumping, long brown hair flying, eyes closed and lips mouthing the words. Her Ipod was blasting, her earphones vibrating in her ears. She swung backwards then forwards again.Introductions3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place
The park was empty. The skies looked like they would soon open up and drench the dusty ground. She didn't care. Rain or shine, she was at that park, swinging for hours on end. The music, the movement and the fresh air; it always helped her forget what was going on there.
Walls of insincerity
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
She opened her eyes. No one was around. She hesitantly opened her mouth and sang.
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
She smiled, kicking even harder. She floated upwards and reached out a hand as she swung towards a tree. She caught a perfect golden leaf as it started to fall. She held it by its
MusicMusicMusic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes
The sounds draw me in,
I am the music
Is such happiness a sin?
I sway slightly
A smile on my lips,
The stereo vibrates slightly
I love the sound of music,
Reality falls away
I'm floating in a dream,
I keep the rhythms at bay
The music is bursting at the seams,
I wake up and then
I'm creating the music
My fingers dance on keys,
Besides the dream, I feel nothing,
I'm floating away
The music is carrying me,
I wish I could stay,
How happy I'd be
As the music fades,
It becomes a memory,
For the rest of the day
I feel so happy
SkippingWhenever I think about how many skills I lack, the same idea comes to mind.Skipping3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before we were born, when we were floating around in the universe, there were some rules. Actually, there were classes. Before we were born, we were taught certain things. And this is where things went wrong.
I imagine that everyone has skipped out on one class or another. Murderers skipped out on the class against killing. Bullies skipped the class on kindness. Racists skipped the class on equality and then there's me.
Ever since I was little, I knew I was different.
I didn't and still don't like the color pink.
I've never been graceful.
I'm more comfortable throwing punches then trying to dance.
Which got me thinking I must have skipped quite a few classes when we were all being taught things.
I imagine it started with me missing the ceremony in which we were given the gift of an Attention Span. To this day, I find it difficult to pay attention to anything.
Of course, without an Attention Span, it a
MeltdownCan't functionMeltdown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing makes sense
Everything is too loud
Too many things
Too much noise
"Stop" you say
"Stop" you said
Don't get it
Dark Is For DancingThe moon overtook the sky and her vision as she looked up. The weeping willows around her shielded her from the rest of the world as she swam through her feelings. Anger. Hurt. Sadness. Pain. Loneliness. The moon looks lonely, she thought. The stars surrounded it but they were not with the moon. Those silly-minded stars flittered around the sky, doing what they pleased, falling when they wanted. But the moon; the moon was alone, forced to stay in place and pine for the sun.Dark Is For Dancing3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She glanced around the garden; the candles burned brightly, casting shadows throughout the area. The paths leading to the weeping willow were overgrown and uneven; but they seemed perfect to her. She hadn't even noticed when she had ran out here. She leaned against the trunk of the willow; the hanging leaves swayed in the breeze and tangled with her hair. The breeze whispered half-forgotten memories of when she was a child and would play here. The beautiful garden.
Dark roses with dangerous thorns, delicate lilies,
I AmI amI Am3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That voice you hear is me. It sounds like nothing to you, the weak whimper of the prey as you conclude the hunt of your own aggression. You never hear me.
If you do then you likely laugh and hurt me more.
You communicate in jeers. You communicate in taunts. You communicate with your fists and your feet, you communicate without any compassion in your heart.
I cry and beg you to stop, but you do not hear me because I am nothing to you.
Blood and bruises. Flesh and broken bone. Fear and despair. You cause those within me and you don't stop, you are too insecure and fearful within yourself to see that you are lashing out at those who do not harm you.
You allow your insecurity and anger from that insecurity consume you, and you bring the pain like a steady rain.
The ground is my bed and my main stay. You keep me there with your hatred. When I try
The Scholar and the Imp The Scholar and the Imp.The Scholar and the Imp4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As evening approached and I was preparing to eat.
I sat in my study (which few could really beat)
And heard a sound, like chimes in the wind blowing.
Then all through the room, strange runes began glowing.
I lifted my eyes, and what did I find?
A fury little Imp! ... Have I lost my mind?
With fur of black and whiskers of white,
It was more of a cat than a mage's blight.
He ended his ditty, and spun all around.
Then, I did realize, t'was the room and the ground!
Vertigo took me as I fell through my seat.
Through the floor and the soil. It was all just so.. NEAT!
When did I think, these troubles to excess?
As I dragged myself out of the mud puddle, I guess..
A fine pickle I'm in! Coated in mud, and in grime..
My best nightwear ruined. Now
An Anatomy of a MeltdownAll my life I’ve feared failure and now that fear has not only consumed me but has opened up a new fear. The fear of acceptance; to belong. The one thing I fear more than failure is myself. I fear my dark side of rage, frustration, stress and fear. I fear for both my wellbeing and of those around me. I fear also of not belonging in this world. Sure I have a loving family and loyal best friends and I’m living a great life but all of that amounts to nothing next to the fact all I ever wanted was to simply belong. To be accepted and respected for who I am. But I know that will never happen. I am stuck with a burden. One that is both a gift and a curse. A responsibility I was born with and will carry to my last breath. A thing that increases my senses and intelligence but made me a stranger to social communication and emotion. You see, I’m an Aspie; one who has Asperger’s Disorder. A form of Autism.An Anatomy of a Meltdown10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I look around me and see friendly faces of others around me. They t
FreakshowI wear a halo and wings like an angel--Freakshow8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you see me with horns.
Oh, I wish I was born
With horns, too.
"Somewhere to belong,"
Is something necessary
In my life?
Is good for me,
I was born with
A demon tail and
I'm already an outcast
I hate living in
The world of false lies.
Never staying in one place,
I can never steal your moment
In hilarious glory
That's painted in tinfoil.
Demons of Heaven,
Angels of Hell,
Welcome to our fantasy!
Being called a
Is a praise.
.:I Loved You More:.I tried. I tried to ignore the pain I felt back then. But that, that was then. Now is now. I loved him. I really tried. I tried to not think about it. But that, like so many things I've tried, failed. I'm a failure. I tried. I really tried. But I guess I was in it for the thrills. And the thrills are not at all thrilling. Those 'thrills' are more frightening than thrilling. I will myself not to cry. I promised. He promised. To never break my heart. But I guess promises are made to be broken. And so are hearts. I guess this is where I get off. I tried. I tried so hard. But tried is oh-so different than succeeded. Which is exactly what I didn't do. Succeeded. I didn't. He did. He won the battle. He's the victor and I'm his doormat. He won. I lost. I lost him..:I Loved You More:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ThievesWithin the squealing, rusty gates,Thieves4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tombstones stand as silent guards.
We've heard many a chilling tale
Of souls who haunt the graveyards.
We are young; we don't believe
The peaceful dead would do us harm.
Confident, we soon unearth
The secret to their eerie charm.
People disappear, they say,
Those who go to churn the soil
Seized by those whose rest they spoil.
Creeping by the watchful stones,
The fog grows thicker with every breath.
Oh, how I wish we could have known
What truly bore the mask of death!
An ominous silence blankets us
As the shroud of vapor slowly lifts.
We toss each other wide-eyed looks
Right before creation shifts.
Suddenly, we're thrust apart by
I stumble back, I hit the fence,
My lungs labor beneath my shirt.
I grasp the cold, unfeeling bars
Of the black and rusty graveyard cage
And pull myself to a nearby oak.
I climb and watch the lurid stage.
Chaos reigns as I see
When Dark Turns to LightShe sits in a field, watching the stars. Lying in the tall grass, she shivers from the cold breeze blowing and causing the stalks to sway. The ground feels damp beneath her as the dew starts to gather. Goosebumps travel along her arms as her tank top starts to cling to her, dampened. Her blue jeans are smudged with grass and dirt but she doesn't care.When Dark Turns to Light3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Looking up at the stars, nothing else matters.
She hears footsteps in the grass as the crickets sing. The wind blows softly again; but it is not the only reason she shivers. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly. Opening them, she sees the dark pool of the sky, littered with stars. The trees in her vision reach up the caress the stars but they don't quite reach. A pang of sympathy cuts through her; imagine wanting to touch the sky, being so close yet so far?
The footsteps and crunching grass grows closer. She drags her bare arm across her eyes, blocking out that overwhelming sky. The footsteps stop next to her. She hears the rustle of h
HomelessSince you don't see me,Homeless3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I must not really be there.
Sleeping alone in the streets.
Do you even care?
Our eyes never meet when
you drop your change to me.
This inhuman piece of trash
is all you'll ever see.
I used to have a home,
family, life and friends.
But fate had other plans.
God, when will it end?
You'll blame it on the drink,
or the drugs I must have used.
Not knowing it was life
that left me battered and bruised.
I know I'm not wanted.
You wish I'd just go away.
Well that makes two of us,
Cause I wish it everyday.
If only you could know,
how truly sad it seems.
To leave this greedy world
and all the sorrow it brings.
However, you shouldn't worry.
I'll not bother you for long.
In fact, you'll soon forget me
as soon as you get home.
Stupid LoveWho really looks for love with their hearts and not with their eyes?Stupid Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of you end up being disappointed at some point and stay hurt.
Why do all that, just so later on you will get hurt at some point?
Open your heart and feel the love and love the person for what they hold
in their hearts and not for how they look...
I will never get that and there is really handful of people who really
understand what LOVE is.
PretendingPretendingPretending3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wake up in the morning, imagining. Not quite that. Not even dreaming. I wake up in the morning pretending.
Pretending I wasn't woken up by a shout at 7 am in the summertime.
Pretending the first thing I heard wasn't harsh words and an insult.
Pretending my mother's voice was gentle.
Pretending I got a "good morning" instead of a vortex of shouts.
Pretending my sister didn't say that phrase last night.
As I walk down the stairs of my chaotic house, I keep pretending.
Pretending it doesn't bother me that I can't eat their cereal.
Pretending I actually slept last night.
Pretending I didn't notice my father's look of disgust at the sight of my raspberry hair.
Pretending I wasn't counting calories.
Pretending I didn't care about what they said.
Pretending that breakfast was actually a peaceful time at home.
As I'm loaded down with more Cinderella duties, I keep pretending.
Pretending that I don't mind all the chores.
Pretending that I'm not cursing them in my mind.
I Hope You Had the Time of Your LifeFootsteps echo through the hallwayI Hope You Had the Time of Your Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dim lights giving it an eerie glow
My Converse sneakers scuff the floors
The hallway is empty
I trail my hands against empty lockers
Feeling the cool metal on my skin
I tiptoe down the hall, closing my eyes
Breathing in that familiar scent
As my footsteps awaken old memories
I stop in front of a locker and slide down to the ground
Remembering my first day, remembering my first impression
Compared to my easy familiarity with this old school now
Different memories spark different emotions
Embarrassment, happiness, annoyance, fear
But overall, I feel glad
That this is where I spent my year
Getting up, I walk down the hallway
Abandoned and quiet
So different compared to its usual noise
Walking down staircases, my footsteps keep echoing
Filling these empty halls
Filling my brain
I stop at a wall
Full of hand prints
I silently mouth the names
Of all my soon-to-be former classmates
A lump forms in my throat
As I think of moving forward
This bubble of com
Dear DaddyDon't bother with your storiesDear Daddy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't bother with your lies
Don't bother to fix it
Just please don't even try
You've hurt me once again
Though you said you never would
"After all," you explained
"What father ever could?"
Don't bother with your promises
They're simply empty words
To pacify my worries
And rid me of concerns
You said you would be there for me,
You always did your best
I discarded that tale
I put it with the rest
Don't bother with excuses
I clearly understand
that even though you say you love me
Your time's under demand
I hope that you realize
One day you'll need me
I won't know who you are
Or rather who you claim to be
The Dark TreeShe ran. Flying through the forest, tears streaming down her face. Sprinting through that dark forest, the forest she loved. So full of life, so peaceful, so serene. The sun that streamed through the leaves when the world was right, casting everything with a golden light. But today, the shadows reigned. Shadows curling, grabbing at her from the darkest parts of that beautiful forest, tripping her as she ran.The Dark Tree3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Running blindly, the forest viewed through watery and streaming eyes. The birds sang a lament, the animals barely spoke. Her hair caught on braches, the dress filled with briars. That sun-yellow dress, so pretty, so light. He loved that dress. Now she hated it.
Braches whipped her face, causing crimson tears to run with her diamond tears. She kept running, stumbling and groping her way through the trees. Her heart cracked with each pounding step, each step that took her farther away from him.
The rain started. The grey skies opened and cried with her. Her brown hair soon turned bla
19On the cusp of my tongue, sits the words of your kiss.193 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The vines of our ghastly encounters writhing up the trunk of my neck,
waiting for what they might be provoked into abiding by,
snickering at the colour of instability that has stained me.
now breaching the surface of the stalest air I have tasted,
found that I would rather throttle the stem of my brain than be submitted to the seduction of your eyes.
Eyes that find succor in running along my breast;
Running through the labyrinth of curves,
curves I have sworn to cut out along with the magazine clippings of this week's trash.
Yet stuck between your teeth sits me:
picking away at a cavity to make a more spacious home
for this heartless foregoer.
Censor Me.Cover the words upon my lips.Censor Me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tape the secrets from within,
Poke the cuts upon my small hips.
Steal the emotion as my blood drips.
Throw it far-
Throw it hard.
Remove my voice,
My sense to write.
Burn my thoughts,
Capture my freedom,
Turn my voice off.
Cut the pen from my hand,
Take the music within my head.
Make me nothing.
Another censored sin.
While Mountains SlumberWhile mountains slumber, valleys screamWhile Mountains Slumber3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
toward these midnight skies,
and age old trees howl at the moon
their foolish age old lies,
a spirit whispers through the night,
a song to soothe the dark
that casts a light upon the dead
that wander in their march.
This forest roars up at the sky
to stars that idly sit
beside their eminence and doubt
above this endless pit,
where death and mayhem's running wild
and ghosts, they haunt the black
and curse up towards that vacant sky
as creatures chew their backs.
With eyes of gold upon their brow
they watch the bloodshed ring
and turn their heads far from it all
while aging sirens sing.
And as the angels weep and cry
these diamond souls get washed
upon some crystal shores with ease
from seas forever lost.