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Morbid BeautyGlancing out the window,Morbid Beauty8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder if it's Fall yet.
Because the trees are most beautiful
When they begin to die.
A butterfly fluttered
On the other side of the glass,
Reminding me of the goldfish
Trapped inside our broken aquarium.
Because unlike full moons,
Falling stars and lightning bugs,
I could never be beautiful
Or graceful enough to be like them.
Because tattered and worn notebooks
Are a darker kind of pretty.
Like drowning in cologne and blood
In the middle of the night.
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NotebookWrinkled cover, scratchy fringesNotebook2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Worn out backing, crumpled pages
Loosened notes and ripped up drawings
Faded color, senseless scrawling.
Lovely songs with twisted meaning
Abandon notes for luck of cheating
Perfect lines like cold cell bars
Keep the words held where they are.
Paper thin and razor edged
Perfect weapon, word "alleged"
Evading pain, weave a lie
Words a tool for those most sly.
Blunt-force trauma, choose a secret
Like a brick to those who keep it
Or slit throats, slow and easy
Words of romance, flawless victory.
Let Me Wash Your Scars AwayIt's natural to want to feel.Let Me Wash Your Scars Away7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To crave that sick churning in your stomach
That reminds you that you're human.
Sometimes I start a conversation
With someone that I know
Is truly horribly in pain,
So I can remember how that feels.
Sometimes I look for broken glass
Or dying butterflies with wilting flowers
To remind myself once again that
Even the prettiest of wonders can die.
Sometimes I run my fingers
Over a loved ones scars,
Because it makes me sad,
And sad is good.
Because knowing pain is as important as happiness
To those who have felt true nothingness before.
For a man diesBreathe Slowly,For a man dies5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a Man dies every second, locked in the grip of the sky.
Walk with every step in mind,
Every twitch of a finger,
Every sound, from your head to the ground,
Keep them in mind.
For a man dies every second, the beginning of an eternal dance with the one in the heavens.
Remember every follicle of hair,
Every eye that stares, every moment of fear,
An evil glare, remember it all.
For a man dies every second, and a child cries for his death.
Live today like you'll wither the next,
For we too, can be locked in the reaper's grip.
I'm Honestly OkayI'm fine.I'm Honestly Okay8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm always fine.
I'm sorry if I am acting odd,
But honestly, I'm fine.
She looks away when you catch her eye,
Asks you how you are,
Even though you have just asked the same...
Does this not seem strange?
She acts like being fine,
Is all part of the job description,
She bottles it up inside,
I wonder what she hides.
She sits down and listens to your problems,
Listens and thinks intently,
But have you not seen that far off look in her eyes,
That appears every once in a while?
It never stays for long,
Pops in then straight back out,
Sometimes she has to shake herself,
To bring her thoughts back to reality.
Do you e
Through the looking glassIs this all real?Through the looking glass7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is this sensation we feel?
Are we just reliving the life we once lived?
Did we die already and just get revived?
Who once decided what's left and right?
Who sees everything in black or white?
Is this whole world just a dream?
Is this all part of some scheme?
The answers to the questions were not written in ink
It always changes no matter how much you think
Because you're neither right nor wrong
People have been searching for answers for so long
Laws and rules,
Are just some of our tools
Tools to make this world seem more vast
If they are not believed in then they are just the past
Do we have some weird ideal?
Are we
There's A Problem"There's a problem, with your poetry I mean."There's A Problem1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"What are you talking about? Poetry is open-ended."
"There are no happy endings."
"So?"
"So, it's not right. There has to be some happiness somewhere."
"That's how I feel, and I'll write what I feel."
"That's another thing. There's a problem with your feelings."
"A problem with my feelings? Well I'm so sorry I don't feel happy."
"You don't get it..."
"I don't get what?"
"You aren't the problem."
"Now you really don't make sense."
"I've been reading your poems, and you always blame yourself in them. All those break-ups you blamed yourself."
"I think we're done talking about
I thought... I Thought...I thought...4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you were trouble when I met you,
but after sometime I came to like you.
I thought you would bring me demise,
but you were a blessing in disguise.
I thought it will remain a secret love, no doubt
but somehow you found out.
I thought I can ignore you,
but that I can't do.
I thought I'll come to forget you
but until now, my heart says it's you.
I thought that avoiding you is a way to forget,
but my heart doesn't want to let go yet.
I thought I'll have the courage to confess
but my friends said, "I'll just be a mess".
I thought you will stay,
but I realized you'll have to leave someday.
Explaining the EndCome away from the window,Explaining the End6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's nothing to see,
Don't draw back the curtains
You're safe here with me,
So you heard the whistling?
Yes, I've noticed it too,
It's a new type of bird,
They brought over for you
Yes, it's very beautiful,
Or so that's what I hear,
You'll know all about them,
When you're older, my dear,
Ah, you noticed the 'booms',
You're so clever, my sweet,
The noise is from giants,
stomping their feet,
Why is it so dark?
Well, I thought that you knew!
We're playing pretend,
I'm in a bear cave with you,
But we have to be quiet,
Or he'll know that we're here,
Hush, hush, my sweet,
He may be very near,
Y
Repeating HistoryAs your cousin, I feel like I have a dutyRepeating History6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tell you some important things that
people are going to forget, not because they want
you to go in unprepared, but because life is complicated
and we're only human.
It's okay to be scared. You're not a coward
for being afraid of sleepovers or missing your parents.
It's comes with being an only child, or so I've found.
You're going to take things at your own pace, and
that's exactly how it should be. You'll come into
your own when you feel you're ready, and if
someone says you're a "late bloomer", that's okay.
Embrace it. Write it on your name tag.
Be happy. I think we often forget that
Sunday AfternoonSunday AfternoonSunday Afternoon4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dry grass all around,
Cloudy sky up above,
Gentle wind blowing,
Leaves falling
Nothing much to do
Thinking of random stuff
I sit here, watching
The birds lying
It is quite warm
The sun is peeping from time to time
I say "What a wonder!"
Then I started to ponder
You're the love of my LifeI never really knew youYou're the love of my Life4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were just another friend of mine
someone that always cared about me
more then anybody else in this world
You were always there for me
and this is what has guide us
as we have grown so close together
Love has a different story to all
Fate has brought us together
and it has been said to all
that love is an amazing feeling
and it has always been right
You have made it to my heart
a place where nobody could ever reach
You told me I had a purpose to live
and that purpose was to be right beside you
There is no place where I feel loved
not in this world we all known as hell
but with you right beside me
Slender PoemDon't look.Slender Poem8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It takes.
It took.
Not fake.
Unreal.
Impossible.
Big deal.
Unstoppable.
Hunts down.
Not thick.
Can't drown.
Super quick.
I warn.
Listen close.
Wasn't born.
No foes.
Doesn't breathe.
Doesn't speak.
Don't unsheathe.
You are too weak.
Don't even try.
You'll waste your breath.
It has no eyes.
Just cope with death.
You cannot run.
It seeks you out.
You'll have no fun.
Without a doubt.
Heed my advice.
Follow it well.
You'll pay the price.
When you're in H*ll.
Hear the static.
Observe the screams.
It's not dramatic.
It's not a dream.
Tech stuff shorts out.
Your flashlight dies.
Your sight whites-out.
A Beast's Wish She had only left the mansion two weeks ago to visit her sick father, but it already felt like ages. Before she left, he gave her his ring, making her promise to return in a week. He remembered her smiling – oh, that smile drove him wild – and saying, “I promise,” before turning, her white horse galloping and disappearing into the mist.A Beast's Wish5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He paced around his garden quietly, missing her more by the minute. The song of the birds was the only thing that stopped everything from falling into an empty silence. His nose was filled with sweet fragrances of lilies, asters, and roses ... Roses – those were
Draw Me the WorldDraw me the world,and I'll write youDraw Me the World5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a story where king and queen exist.
Draw me the world,and I'll give you
my heart. Draw me the world,and your
wishes will come true.
What A MoodI’m been in a mood,What A Mood5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And its mood I can’t explain,
I’m just here to be here,
I feel pointless,
And a waste,
I have no idea what got me here,
But I’m here,
And I want to change,
But I’m clueless to how,
So as for now,
I’m stuck in a weird mood,
And I hope it doesn’t bother you,
Like it does me
Lore of Death~I have been known by many namesLore of Death~5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over the course of history
In ancient Greece I was known as Thanatos
Twin brother to Hypnos
Charged with escorting the deceased
To the realm of the underworld
In Ireland I was called the dullahan
A creature with large eyes and ear to ear smile
With my head under my arm I ride to the homes
And call out those whose time had come
The Scottish believed me to be a canine
A black or dark green dog named Cù Sìth
Whose purpose was to take the souls of the dead
And deliver them to the afterlife
Hindu scripture name me Yamaraj
Riding a black buffalo and carrying a rope
I'd lasso souls to take back to Yama
BlueI am the sky and the waterBlue6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a nice sunny day
where the beach is the best place to stay
I am blue
I am the main spotlight
in the centre of the stage
shining away to keep the singer at bay
I am blue
I am the fragrance
that blows with the wind
that sunlight that gleams down in just a few rays
I am blue
I am the sweet sound of birds
humming in the trees
Orchestras of birds playing through the day
I am blue
I am a colour
of peace and harmony
forever keeping your heart out of the fray
I am blue
I am the dream
that you dream at night
the one that makes you want to forever lay
I am blue
I am the colour, of the great big moon
The novel of liveLife is like a novel. In the beingThe novel of live6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it speaks of promise, but as you read
on it starts to lie. In the middle it starts
to turn and it gets smarter knowing your not
going to fall for the same tricks twice so it
changes, and soon the novel has won and your dead.
SheEverything seems to go wrong for her. Whenever she starts to like someone, she tries to make it into something. But she never can. No matter how hard she tries to get closer to him, she never prevails.She5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He likes someone else. He always likes someone else. That's just her luck isn't it? She just isn't pretty enough, not witty enough, not the type of person that anyone wants. She never has been. She has always been that person that is just friends with someone. There are friends that she grows feelings for but they are never mutual. They are always one sided.
She reads things the wrong way. She assumes that he likes her back but is always wron
I got a tatooI got a tattoo. It says I love you.I got a tatoo5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And when you lift me I didn't know
what to do. My heart was broken my
chest was open. Every day I wake I
was thinking of you. Every night I
looked at this tattoo, and it remember
me of you. My heart slowly healing, but
still falling for you.
Cursed Chapter threeCharles so where did you go ? I don't thank that is any of your business Thomas. You went to the cemetery he said sniffing my coat. Out of all the places you could have gone, and you go to the cemetery. I owned someone a day time apologize. Now where Zara? She packing. For what? Remember you,her and me was suppose to go see her parents. We're still doing that? Zara do I have to go see your non blood drinking vampire parents. Charles we do this every time, you make a fuss but you you go anyway. Yes, but I hate every minute. Just promise me that you won't fight with my father. Honey I can't promise that he all ways starts it. A vampire needsCursed Chapter three5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Cursed Chapter TwoThomas have you seen Charles? No, I haven't seen him since he lift last night. Father time must have answered his wish. No, he just made it worst. Where have you been said Zara? I took a walk . But the sun is still out. What did father time say? He cured me, he said that no, weapon harmful to a vampire can kill me. So you mean to tell me that is I throw you out side you wouldn't fry said Thomas? Yes, that's not sweet that's just wrong, he did that so that you couldn't kill yourself. But that's not the end of it. For each soul I take I shell feel there sorrows. So what's your plan? My plan for what Zara? Your immoral now, there has to be sometCursed Chapter Two5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
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