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
It's an unrequited love, isn't it?I know you will never read this.It's an unrequited love, isn't it?2 years 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 again. I promise I would never get tired of those three simple words:
"I love you."
But how can you love me back?
You're not even real.
Lachrymosejust because there are people all around meLachrymose2 years 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
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceHeart of Ice2 years 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
Uninstallgazing in front of the screen, her eyes scroll across codes and blueprintsUninstall2 years 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 the program data, eyes continuing to search each individual option
just a single click, and everything can be rewritten
there's nothing in her gaz
Briar Roseher soul is a roseBriar Rose2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
scarlet and full of sharp thorns
can she trim the barbs?
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downWelcome to Wonderland2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
Her Reality she closes her eyesHer Reality2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
just for a single moment
she is a goddess
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.Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flights of FancyI believe inFlights of Fancy2 years 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 immature for believing in
However, I simply say to them:
"I just still have my imagination, is all."
The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of NatureThe Maiden2 years 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
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 Inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I think the demon I fall most prey to
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 Glass2 years 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?
PulsateWhat is a heartbeat,Pulsate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without the heart?
What is a dream,
without the conscience?
What is a word,
without the letters?
What is a hope,
without the faith?
What is a soul,
without the self?
What is a kiss,
without the love?
What am I,
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten2 years 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 that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
To My Guardian AngelDear guardian angel,To My Guardian Angel2 years 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 real, guardian angel, then you know about my beliefs. You know that all those religious ideals that were drilled into me from the first day I could comprehend what the word "God" meant are slowly being replaced by nothing but cynical skeptism. You know that sometimes I would rather put what "faith" I do have in demons as opposed to angels,
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 wish2 years 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; because I just wish I could be satisfied with the mediocre ambassador of vocabulary that I am.
For YouYour heart may bleed diamonds,For You2 years 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,
whose words shall turn
heartstrings to gold.
Freedom is the only chain you must break in half,
life is the only prison you must escape from,
and the truth is the only lie you must forget.
Vengeful phantoms in a corporeal form walk the earth;
humanity will spite you for you let
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''2 years 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 brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;lies, she wrote1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
desperate to shine.
ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.
iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.
v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."
GlacialJanuary wolves stalk her shivering heart;Glacial1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bitter ice-fangs sink into feverish skin.
Frost devours slowly, succinctly, shamelessly;
yet the howling tossed chains around her
paper-thin limbs and dragged her down.
Arctic icebound lips quivering,
silver eyelashes fluttering emptily,
alabaster fingertips reaching out;
frenzied yet frozen and fractured.
"Drowning," she whispers in a winter song,
and places her mouth upon snow-dusted fur.
"Blood freezing in these frostbitten veins."
And then the pack of aurorean wolves bolt away,
leaving her smiling in the blizzard of humanity.
Deux ex machinaMaybeDeux ex machina1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you should start being more
honest with yourself.
You will never be a
a sunspot on the
moon; only fallen
heroes belong there,
and your life wasn't
pitiful enough to
cavort with the stars.
The gods love a
good tragedy, but only when
they're the ones
writing the playbill. It
isn't any fun when the actors
forget their lines and
(better draw the curtains
before the performance morphs
into a comedy)
You say "I'm sorry" but in
reality the only thing
you're apologizing for is
leaving before the show
ended and reading the
wrong horoscope that day.
The words I finally figured out how to say.I know I always say that I don't have the right words, because I really don't...The words I finally figured out how to say.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But I'm going to try and put them down right now.
Growing up in the age of the Internet, we were always told to be wary and watch out. Since, you know, everyone is a perverted old man waiting to come and kidnap you.
But frankly...you guys are the best friends I have ever had. Through the emails, videos, phone calls, FaceTimes, etc...
You guys are the only reason I haven't completely given up yet.
I just want you all to know that sometimes I wish I could just rip off the screen and jump into it, so there wasn't hundreds of miles between us like there is now. Then we could say the words out loud, face-to-face, within hugging distance. And cling to one another like little girls while finally crying together like we really need.
Thank you for actually caring. Thank you for not giving up on me, when all I want to do is exactly that. Thank you for being there to listen to my fears and worries, when no one on my
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &curiouser and curiouser1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
Ode to BrasOh bra, dear bra,Ode to Bras1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.
But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.
Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.
So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?
Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?
Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced to play.
Oh bra, dear bra,
I wish it this truth to not be so.
If only you were reasonable
and rid us of our feminine woe.