AloneOut of sight, and out of mind,
not a soul around but mine
one and all have been and gone
and I am left all alone
Search the silence for their solice
left behind in lands gone lawless
to search these sands forever more
I am left all alone
Darkness falls, and silence whispers
And in the night, the sky doth blister
With stars of every shape and size
And I am left all alone
One by one, the stars doth fade
Like wishes, sadly, never made
when silence screams throughout the night
And I am left all alone.
Hopeless and tired I make my bed
a secret heaven to lay my head
where I shall slumber all alone
Bright lights may shine, but I am
Who's fault?World war one? yup that was my fault,Who's fault?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
world war two? yup that was my fault,
dropping the bomb? that was my fault too,
9/11? that was my fault,
slavery? that's my fault
homicide? that's my fault too,
your house burnt down? that's my fault,
your parents die? you know that's my fault,
children crying? that's my fault,
starving orphans? they're my fault,
global warming? yeah... sorry bout that, that's my fault,
the blood on your walls? that's my fault,
homelessness? it's all my fault,
Mt. St. Helens? that was my fault,
a child is missing? that's my fault,
illness? cancer, aids and malaria are all my fault,
anorexia? MY FAULT
obesity? I'm responsible for that too.
death? i can't say it's not my fault,
extinction? that's my fault too,
crime? each and every one is my fault.
...my broken heart???
.... that's because of you
watch us falleverything I ever did...watch us fall5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
everything I ever felt...
all for you.
LOOK at these scars
ALL up my arms
cant you SEE the burn marks
from the PAIN from the flame
that BURNED from my heart
could you know of the pain
as you RIPPED IT APART
there is no god...
there are no angels...
i am forsaken
if i could go BACK
and fix what has PASSED
or look through the GLASS
i WOULD'VE moved mountains
i WOULD'VE dug graves
we'll NEVER go back now
pain cant be ERASED
taking the knife...
taking the gun...
turn it on myself
i SHOULD'VE been more
but i JUST let you go
i COULD'VE done more
BUT we'll never KNOW
I'm ENDING this story
now i'm breaking your heart
i HOPE you remember
MINE WAS YOURS FROM THE START.
i'll never forget...
you'll never forget...
the world can't forget...
it can't forget...
yet we'll all be forgotten.
The Third HimGentle forehead resting against mineThe Third Him5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft breath against soft lips
And soft whispers speak their soft words
I am here and you are mine
This calmness scares my quiet, doe eyes
And with your hands around my hips
I close my aching lids.
I'm at peace
If you make me feel so special,
Then why are you so bad?
I can see the faint red clouds,
Of dust and ash
They follow you wherever you go
They are your demons
They are your past
I cannot help but feel my heart flutter in response
With new life and love
With new worry and despair
My fingers reach out and I try
To peel back the mask
See through this invisible film of fog
But it's not there
Like clear, tasteless poison
You have my heart
And it's too late now
never known angelsyou never knew.never known angels6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
looked in the mirror,
and you couldn't see
your angels wings,
we all saw them,
gleaming with beauty,
we all saw them,
fade and die,
i hope you never see your wings,
now, they'd make you cry,
bloody and torn
you've fallen down,
from what we held so high.
Scissors and Knives"Your saccharine ribs are so fragile."Scissors and Knives6 years ago in Horror More Like This
She tore open my chest today, with her scissors. Just because I didn't love her anymore. It's not my fault I think girls who's lives revolve around scissors and knives are total creeps. Their was so much pain though.
She examined my organs, pushing them around with one of her knives beneath my cracked ribs.
It felt like my entire chest was slowly burning. Very, very slowly.
"Did anyone ever tell you that your lungs look like diamonds?"
She spoke to me during the procedure, telling me that since I don't love her, she was surgically going to remove my heart and replace it with the mechanical heart she stored in a jar beneath her bed- where the words 'I love Meriwether' were encrusted all over. She says that I'll always love her if it's inside me.
But the sad thing is, is that I know she doesn't know how to surgically remove or apply anything to me. I'll be dead by the time she rips my heart out anyway.
"Don't you just love the way scissors t
disapointmentten minutes agodisapointment6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i woke up,
i was disappointed,
to see my world,
as it is,
i preferred the dream,
i was happy there
i wish I'd stayed asleep.
Forever disposablei won't weepForever disposable6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
next time i'm thrown away.
i know how hard it feels
and i know i dont make it any easier.
i know inside your screaming,
i am to.
and i know you don't want this
anymore than i do.
dispose of me,
and the feelings you had,
i see it makes it
easier for you.
i know what i am,
your disposable hero.
Bitter Sweet.Bitter Sweet.Bitter Sweet.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Bitter sweet alcohol crusts your lips
A stale tinge dancing under my nose.
Your saturated breathe is repulsively appealing;
Drawing me in until our lips meet
In a rush of blood;
Tongues fusing in dark waters:
Shock to the veins.
I taste the overdose
As it poisons your system:
It's in control.
You're in control.
Pushing me across the room
Hands crawling across my body:
And all of a sudden I'm on the floor.
Purple growing ripe across my forehead
I wince with the action.
But you take no time
In the same swift movement,
You're on top of me.
Grinding me into the floor.
Hips lock together.
The same sour smell winds its way
Drinking it down,
In a gasp of air:
I push you away.
Our lips but part with both a sodden coating.
Yet once again;
You bear down on me.
From your mouth:
Drones of insanity.
I dare not but plea my freedom
From your pugnaci
back again?i went into the de ja vu departmentback again?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and ordered the same again
from a different waitress,
the same old food,
was brought by a new waiter,
to feed the anger,
as i cut the bloody steak
and watch it bleed
as i did before
the same tears
from my face,
staring at my bloody hands,
with the same expression as last time.
i'm going to the same hospital
with a different nurse
a different doctor,
to fix the same brain,
the same heart,
with the same breaks
as the time before
and the time after.
against hope"Don't concede the battle until it is lost."against hope5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wears prune-purple bruises on her chest and tire-track gashes on her spine, and like when the fox bites the hound, it is painful.
She is gorgeous but she is still just a spine with out a vertebrae; while I am a selfish lover, that lets languages of forbidden hope rot in my throat, and rest in my jaw.
( and we both take a step back, and fall through the holes in the clouds.)
"Don't let this sanity slip from your hands, your priorites are backwards but your eyes remain aware."
I wear bite-mark gashes on my stomach and vinyl-green bruises on my eyelids, and like when an insect drowns in water, I sink.
I am selflessness, and you are a heart bound beneath a quiet sea, empty-handed and waiting for the next chapter to unfold.
( and we keep this on our mind, like the yellow on our teeth.)
"Friends are friends for never."
Bury me with this flaskLast night we spent the entire night at the cemetery, sitting on the ancient graves, watching them crack and blow dust away beneath our weight. The crumbling stone falling to the flaky dark yellow grasses beneath our pale feet. Then, for a time, we'd watch the disappearing time of night wash away behind the kiss of the moonlight.Bury me with this flask6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We would take swigs from the flask you held with elation at your palm. I'd pretend to sip it because the bitter, mint tastes of the alcohol was too gut wrenching and heart pounding to swallow. I'd keep it in my mouth, though, and when you weren't looking I'd rub the fluid over my broken skin. Twitching at the exhilarating pain.
You were the alcoholic, your eyes bloodshot like a dead sparrow's beneath the glow of the luminous crystalline stars.
I loved it.
It's stunning how statuesquely shaped your veins were, at least, the ones you could see beneath the sheik layer of your skin. The alcohol mixed in solely at the time with you
lillianThis is the story of a girl named Lillian: The girl who only had one dream.lillian6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Her sea-side eyes are the kind you'd tear out and nail to your ceilings; so that there would always be someone to watch over you. Always."
She sleeps with vermillion laced nightmares and radio-static dreams. Nobody knows why though, she can't dream anyways, and she already lives in her nightmares. But Lillian does enjoy one thing- something most of us take for granted, water. She loves the water and the sea, she says it's like floating, and however much that you sink- you can always climb back up, and float again. That's why her eyes reflect the sparkles of the ripples.
Lillian and the water may be two different objects- maybe even with two different hearts; and as connected as they might be. They can only hold one heart in their chest, because it takes less maintenance.
"She doesn't breathe; not anymore at least."
She rips out her teeth from her gums and replaces them with the pearls she finds inside
The Love of a Wolf"Do you know your place in the pack?" growled Ty, the alpha male who had yet to choose a mate.The Love of a Wolf6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I know my place, pal, but I'm not sure you know yours. Aren't you supposed to leave cussing out the girls to the lower ranks?" I looked at him, amused.
He growled and glared at me, his dark black eyes glinting with danger.
I wrapped my tail around me and sat down on the ground, what I knew he would represent as the ultimate sign of disrespect.
Unsurprisingly, he bared his fangs and lunged at me. I quickly slid to the side and seeing him changing direction in midair, I snapped at his snout and sidestepped again. I watched him back off, his snout nicked by my fangs.
Laughing, I said,
"So this is how powerful the ultimate fighter is. Not much, eh?"
He stood at his full height, and seeing I came only up to his shoulders, he chuckled in the way that only wolves can.
"You've got a long way to go before you can catch up, despite your little tricks."
He sprinted past me, his paws barely brushing the
Growing up, Growing apartgrowing up is never fun,Growing up, Growing apart6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we learn what we don't want to know
learn to be hurt,
and learn to hurt others,
we grow apart,
and secretly we miss each other,
but we'll hide it,
even from ourselves
and make new enemies,
from people who were once friends,
they do us wrong,
and we do them,
and friendship turns to hate,
we can rebuild,
but its not the same,
as when we were little kids,
falling out and being friends
within days, hours, or minutes
it takes longer now,
before we see it wasn't worth the fight,
if i'd known then what i know now,
i wonder if i'd do
the same again
and hurt you then
as they've hurt me since,
to lose another friend.
leaving you aloneHold your lips to the skies and watch the trees collapse at your kneesleaving you alone6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You dyed your water a dark, almost bothersome, purple today; so that when the liquid slipped down your tongue and past your lungs and merged with your blood, you could be royalty. So royal as to feast on the rotted carcasses of dead animals, to breathe the dust and echo the screams of the clouds as they crash, and to gouge out every non-believers eyes and toss them away with the graceful wind; because it was your dream, and, like a vulture stalking a dying mouse as it walks at the toes of mountain tops, you followed it.
Youll be begging for a plague after the oceans have melted with the atmosphere
Your skin recoils around your silhouette and I can see those exposed stark bones- the same as the photos of the bones that you mailed to me.
The photos of the meat hooks stabbed inbetween your stomach, where your ribs popped out, scattered around your
Our heartThe human heart is an incredible thing,Our heart5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It makes you stop and look around.
When it's broken you fear for your destiny.
Love is so indescribable.
For those who feel it, it really is a rarity.
Our hearts seem to control us,
We have no choice in who we fall for.
If we do... it's only a little.
When love hurts us, we act so very lifeless...
And our heart stays there burning.
Here You See Me..You walk into the room and see me.Here You See Me..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting in a corner in misery.
You stand there and watch me.
As I break apart in solitude.
You then notice I am crying.
But you don't ask me if I'm dying.
You see me fall over onto the floor.
Then you run and hold me away from all this gore.
You see that I am bleeding.
And you start cry.
You see a knife drop onto the floor.
Seems it's to late to stop this anymore.
You hold me in your arms.
Keeping my away from anymore harm.
You then say I'm sorry.
And you lay me down.
You grab the knife and hold it.
Thoughts running though your mind.
You then take it and end your life.
Now we are together.
In our own little world forever.
those fall nightsI wish the trees would stay orange and yellow, and that the spider-web harvests would last foreverthose fall nights6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the frostbite nights behind the bleachers near the woods, where we would capture fire-flies in the stained glass jar your mother had made, then the insects from inside would flash their bulbs and it would look like the hands of god brushed our skin.
I remember on those cold, and subtle afternoons in autumn that you would use the air-freshener that smelt like raisin oatmeal cookies and old pumpkin spice as a perfume instead of your refreshing evergreen perfumes.
I wish you could remember.
Youre the concept of beauty, and I could never, ever change that about you
I remember when you would wait until your lips began to chap and began to bleed and youd say you loved the way it felt.
I remember when youd wrap yourself with my crinkling denim jackets and put your head on my chest, and say you loved me.
I remember that sometimes we
made of glassYou're some empire- endorsed by your own illusions and lies.made of glass6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Skin pinned by nails to your ribs- flesh to your heart. Your a beauty, like a white rabbit swinging from a bloodied pendulum, but the problem is, is that below at your feet, are the mouths of hungry wolves.
You aren't even a saint- you're a porceilin doll, with sea-side eyes and wearing Gucci. Like the Devil wears Prada.
(and as grand as you think you are, you are just a theif, gorgeous, not a treasure hunter; because you stole my art.)