An Obituary To My ChildhoodDearly beloved; we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a very special and dear friend to all of us...our Childhood.
Childhood. Ah, I remember you as clear as yesterday. You were certainly my truest friend throughout the years--with you, I could do anything. I could be anything.
Do you remember that for every white rabbit you saw, there was a hole with Wonderland awaiting you close by?
Do you remember when those shimmers in the air on a really hot day was actually Tinkerbell, trying to give you some pixie dust?
Do you remember seeing something out of the corner of your eye, and automatically you knew it was something from an enchanted forest just waiting for you to follow?
I do. I remember it all. Back then, imagination was the true form of currency. What are these "checks" and "credit cards" you speak of? All I need to do is think really hard, and I'll have some gold to give you!
But those days are over. We are not allow
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceHeart of Ice6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heart to hide her fears
she wishes for a heart of ice
a heart to freeze her tears
but if her heart of ice meets fire
then perhaps it will thaw
for if her heart of ice meets fire
she will surely pour out her emotions raw
Demons InsideWe all have demons inside us. Whispering innuendos, speaking in hushed tones, begging us to give in. Omnipresent; ethereal in as fallacious a perversion the word could bring; yearning for us to fall into a cavalcade of temptation. Claws so cold they sear the mind and heart as soon as they pierce the wall of carefully built-up fortitude, melting every tenacious brick into a sopping mortar of repulsiveness.Demons Inside6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I think the demon I fall most prey to
Her Reality she closes her eyesHer Reality6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
just for a single moment
she is a goddess
Uninstallgazing in front of the screen, her eyes scroll across codes and blueprintsUninstall6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the archetypes of her life
each word scrolls along the monitor in vibrant, neon flashes
so many words, so many codes, so many commands, so many ways to ruin or improve her life
just a single keystroke, and everything can change
at last, her eyes settle on the one file she had been looking for; the one that mattered the most
a smile transcribes across her face as the cursor scrolls onto t
Briar Roseher soul is a roseBriar Rose6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
scarlet and full of sharp thorns
can she trim the barbs?
I wishI wish I was the type of person who could create a masterpiece in a matter of moments; rather than slave over something for hours and still not have it quite right.I wish6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish I had the ability to make words my soldiers; have them form whatever battalion I commanded them to, and call me "Lieutenant."
I wish I could be proud of the armies I train; instead of continuously hating the strategies they impose with which words and phrases they struggle so hard to be.
I wish I could feel the thrill of having twenty-four hours of fame; and actually deserving such an honor.
But most of all?
I wish I didn't have all these ambitions and longings; becaus
Diamonds And GlassA human soul is like a glass vase. So fragile, so easy to break. Just one touch, and it can shatter into a thousand shards. So many pieces that not even a lifetime would be enough turns of the clock to meld it all back together.Diamonds And Glass6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So instead of being glass...
Why don't we turn our souls into diamonds instead?
After all, diamonds are one of the strongest materials to be found in nature that can be shaped into something beautiful.
Who wants to be seen as glass that can be pulverized with the slightest of pressure, when instead you can be viewed as one of the most durable and gorgeous souls in the world?
DreamDon't ever stop feeling what you want to feel. Reel in all the emotions you care to hold deep inside you, and nurture them within your heart. Embrace the sensation of being the only one to truly change your future, as long as you shove past all your doubts and reach the highest capacity your fingers can brush against. Advance towards your goal with your courage for a sword, justice for a shield, and all your hope forging the rest of your armor to brave every adversity you face. Make your passions you have in life happen, as long as you remember to accomplish one simple act.Dream6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her Aesthetic CrusadeShe paints a world of crimson midnight,Her Aesthetic Crusade5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you watch the sanguine colors drip down her skin.
Wilted rose petals stain her wrist scarlet,
and canyons are carved deep in porcelain flesh.
"Battle scars," she tells you simply with a flick of the paintbrush,
meticulous as she resumes her sanguine masterpiece.
"Have you won?" you ask,
though you already know the answer.
She smiles fondly and holds up the tormented easel,
for all to see the newly wrought crevice of flaming burgundy.
"How can one win this war against the burning red, my friend,
when you can barely win the battle against yourself?"
It's an unrequited love, isn't it?I know you will never read this.It's an unrequited love, isn't it?6 months ago in Letters More Like This
I know you will never get the chance to even catch a glimpse of this.
But I just want you to know that I love you.
You're perfect to me. I don't care about your flaws. I don't care about the faults that everyone else always seem to point out.
I really don't care.
What matters to me is that you are you. And because you are you, I love you.
I just wish you could love me back.
I just wish you could say the same words to me--to make me believe that I'm not the worthless thing I see in the mirror every day.
I just wish you could be here, comforting me when I need it, and telling me you love me over and over
Lachrymosejust because there are people all around meLachrymose6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
doesn't mean I don't know what loneliness feels like
doesn't mean I go through every day faking a smile
when all I want to do is lock myself away and cry
because it feels like no one will want to understand or listen to
just because I have all the necessities of life
doesn't mean there isn't
where all I want to do
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy
She Can't Help But Feel Itshe can't help but feel it, that sensation of despairShe Can't Help But Feel It6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
always creeping beneath the barriers of false cheer
she can't help but feel it, that loathing all for herself
always concealed behind a smile which she's painted on with stealth
she can't help but feel it, that yearning to hate the sound of laughter
always threatening her carefully-crafted walls to completely and utterly shatter
she can't help but feel it, that terror as she gazes upon her reflecton; which is usually the key
always making her say the words over and over again in her mind
"that isn't me"
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something
The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of NatureThe Maiden6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze
TemporalI am the yesterday waiting for my tomorrow,Temporal5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you are the future waiting for your past.
Let us correspond our oscillating hearts,
hidden behind adamantine bastions,
and together we shall fabricate a new
No More TearsThere is a desert beneath her eyesNo More Tears6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dry, desolate, despairing
Devoid of life; devoid of emotion; devoid of hope;
Now just a broken ravine carved by sorrow
Now just a barren canyon chiseled by fear
Now just a fragmented chasm sculpted by dread
Now just a tearless void
To My Guardian AngelDear guardian angel,To My Guardian Angel6 months ago in Letters More Like This
Don't be too offended by this, but...are you even real? Are you watching me type this out right now, this second, like you should be? Or are you just some entity that is said to exist, but in reality, it's just a lie?
I want to know, if you are real, then why haven't I exactly gotten the guidance I need lately. Why haven't you protected me, like you're said to do, from all the things in my life that make me feel like I'm dying inside?
Why haven't you protected me from myself?
If you have tried, then, well...obviously you haven't tried hard enough for me to realize it or sense it.
Please. Try harder.
If you are truly
Flights of FancyI believe inFlights of Fancy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe in lands somewhere over the rainbow
I believe in worlds hidden under the rabbit hole
I believe in kingdoms on the other side of the wardrobe
I believe in enchanted forests where animals talk in riddles
I believe in palaces where wizards entertain immortal kings
I believe in
in the magic and wonder that only a child's eyes can see
in the universes hopes and dreams can create with a single thought
I believe in everything that so many say are imaginary; in everything that so many people scoff at and call me fanciful and
EeveelutionSo ordinary at first glance--just the type to be completely normal.Eeveelution6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you can become whatever you wish to be as easy as one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
You can be a siren of the sea, as noble yet deadly as the ocean waves itself.
You can be a burning ball of fiery passion, to which nothing can put out your flames.
You can be a thunderstorm on the horizon, quick as lightning and just as shocking.
You can be the sun, elegant and graceful in your clairvoyant ways.
You can be the moon, mysterious as you hide away in your shadowy nature.
You can be as calm as the forest, serene and sharp as a blade of grass.
You can be as frigid
Still an OptimistEnthusiasm is dwindling in scarcely short supplyStill an Optimist3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
My laughs have been morphed into exasperated sighs
I’m not equipped to handle all of these goodbyes
Hundreds of friends narrowed down to just two
One is furious at me over something I didn't do
That leaves it at just us darling, me and you
That's enough for me, I hope you're satisfied too
But of course you aren't, you packed up and flew
Due East for some bustling city with a fresh view
That's alright, I've still got my weathered notebook
Full of half finished rhymes and recipes I can't cook
I'll keep my head up and my frail arms extended
Ready to catch a broken dove and ensure that it's
For YouYour heart may bleed diamonds,For You4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they all they see is dust.
Your soul may run black with ink,
yet they see it as pandemonium.
The miasmas you feel in your mind are not discord,
but a precious, beautiful gift meant solely for you.
The letters care not
however you arrange them;
perfection is perfection
when it comes from your veins.
These worlds exist for you created them—
there is no such thing as
as long as you know their universes.
Cry and laugh and weep and smile,
for the blossoms you water shall grow
into a microcosm of your own design.
You are a god and a king,
a queen and a demon,
Bullied at Lunch The bell began to ring,Bullied at Lunch6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk out of the door.
Exitting the class room,
Drag my feet along the floor.
I walk right towards the library,
Once there I take my seat.
Fifth hour has begun,
i'm alone while others eat.
Fifth hour is the longest,
I'm alone most of the time.
Writing in my English book,
Another stupid little rhyme.
After fifteen minutes,
Kids start crawling in.
Like nasty little roaches,
Wont stop once it begins.
Two boys and a girl,
Sit two tables down from me.
They're pointing and they're laughing
I hear, "Look, don't you see?"
"That's the little loner girl,
Who cares about her name.
It's like she's on a sch
Gilded cageFrom far away, the moonlight still manages to findGilded cage7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A trace of the girl all the world left behind.
The essence of her voice, the glow within her eyes,
She is the living paragon of all they despise
And once she found out, she was simply disgusted
Of all those empty words from the people she trusted.
But oh, little birdie, there's no need for rage,
You've been trapped all along inside this gilded cage.
The smiles you encountered, the love you received
Were by no means affectionate, you've been deceived.
Though life is unmerciful, you used to rejoice
So tell me, if given the chance what would be your choice?
Would you prefer this lie