My Writer's SoulI've lost my soul,
My writer's soul,
And I don't know where it went.
I've lost my soul,
I've lost control,
Inspiration been long since spent.
Inspiration it came,
And then it went,
Oh please, oh please, come back!
One minute, it's here!
Next I fear,
That my soul will never come back.
GraphiteIt can make me cry,Graphite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make me fly,
Once it even made me die.
It brings me peace,
It brings me strife,
It can bring me back to life.
It can bring me terror,
Bring me rage,
And lock me in a cage.
But in the end,
All it is,
Is some graphite on a page.
Future and PastThere were two beings.Future and Past3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Future, the brother, and Past, the sister.
Every day, Future moved forward, and Past, being the younger of the two, always trailed behind him.
Future was forgetful, so Past often told him stories of his previous adventures.
Past was the wiser of the two, but Future thought her a fool for never advancing. Their father, Time, constantly reminded her of destiny, and how Past must carry on with her fate if she was ever to be anything. Their mother, Nature, agreed with Time.
Past thought Future to be foolish, unpredictable, and forgetful. Past warned her brother to tread lightly, for if he did not listen to her, he would forget his old mistakes, and then remake them
Past said, "I am Memory. Confide in me ever you be in doubt."
Future thought her silly. "You live oddly, dear sister, for I am Unknown, and Undefined. How boring it must be to dwindle back in the dust and watch my success, while you lay in your memories with nothing but feeble reminders of old failures."
The Musician and the WordsmithA cobbled street;The Musician and the Wordsmith2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fountain that trickled water day in and out;
Birds that danced around orange cats;
Children laughing, screaming, as they danced around each other.
She, a musician.
She had a cello in one hand;
A flute in the other.
She wrote songs about laughter and dancing,
Each instrument complimenting the other perfectly.
He, a wordsmith.
He sat in a study day in and out,
Writing novels and poetry until his skin paled from the indoor light.
His hands were stained with the ink of tales and ballads written,
of adventurers more exciting than he.
Brisk fall leaves crunching on the cobbled streets;
Apples swinging from sunlit branches.
'Twas a scene that entranced both creative minds.
Songs flowed from the little house by the fountain;
Poetry recited from the shop inside the town;
The flowing words and notes collided halfway,
And they fit together so perfectly, no one would have known they were separate.
A lonely man.
He heard the de
ClicheYou don't know my pain...Cliche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh great. How cliché.
Teenage drama. Procrastination.
It all gets in my way.
Suicide and cyanide.
I just have to run and hide.
Trapped in places with no sun.
"Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run."
I throw out my keys.
Hide my locks.
Shiver and die by the ticking clock.
My notebook is burning.
My games thrown away.
No where to turn, no way to stay.
Sweet blueberries gone,
Fire lights the way.
No where to turn.
Yet still no way to stay.
~Life's a bi*ch.~
I've had my say.
"'You want to go home and rethink your life~'"
'I want to go home and rethink my life~'"
"It goes without saying,"
I say to a tree.
As if the tree listens.
Who cares about me?
First comes you, then comes me.
Then comes that other guy to make a mess of things.
But, wait there's a problem.
He was there first.
No, wait that's not right.
He and I were here first.
You've gone astray!
No, that's not right either.
But, who am I to get in Ever after's way
Little Ball of ChaosKnuckles the Echidna was a strange boy. He grew up without caring about his past, only caring about the duty he was entrusted with: to protect the Master Emerald. It was his duty as the last remaining echidna. With this duty in mind, he had no need for friends, family, nor excitement, in his life. Though these things did tend to come after him, whether or not he appreciated their appearance.Little Ball of Chaos2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chaos the Echidna was a strange girl. She grew up with only her grandfather, Athair, to take care of her, knowing nothing of her past except for the name that Athair had given her. She wore nothing save a purple cap embroidered with her namesake “C” and purple sneakers to match.
Contrary to Knuckles’ beliefs, he was not the last remaining echidna. His race was not extinct, but rather, endangered. During a hunt for the ever powerful Super Emeralds, he came upon his long-lost grandfather, and with him, his long-lost baby sister, Chaos. After their grandfather’s death, Ch
A Swirling RushThere is a rush of windA Swirling Rush2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The is a falling swirl of colors
All mixed up together
as one lonesome pallette
A twang of a note
Played quietly but in tune
There is life all around me
And here I am...
In Which there was an Absence of SocksThis,In Which there was an Absence of Socks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere around you.
Scattered on the floor.
So much for me to do,
Before walking out the door.
When I stay here,
And finish my stuff,
I will sit down and wonder soon enough:
What's the difference between a friendless sock,
And a sockless friend?
The CycleI remember when things were simple.The Cycle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When money wasn't important,
when you didn't need a car,
when you didn't need a job.
Those days are gone.
We've fallen into a cycle;
'Round and 'round we go, now.
Disposable at best.
We live to survive,
we survive to procreate.
We procreate that our children
and our children's children
may fall into a cycle.
'Round and 'round they go, now.
Disposable at best.
Favourite UncleFavourite UncleFavourite Uncle7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hiei watched with a bored expression as the two idiots continued to argue on the Higurashi Shrine grounds. He sighed with a hint of annoyance, wondering exactly why he was still standing here though it did provide some amusement. Earlier that day Kagome and Kurama along with their daughter, Mika, had decided to visit Kagome's family at the shrine. Yusuke and Hiei had tagged along, mostly out of boredom and Yusuke really liked Mrs. Higurashi's cooking. That was when Inuyasha had decided to show up and things got more...interesting. The apparition was just glad Kuwabara wasn't there, it would've just been down right annoying then.
"Don't you know," Yusuke began as he raised his fist to Inuyasha, "that I'm Mika-chan's favourite uncle?!"
"Keh! You wish!" Inuyasha replied, pulling out his sword, "More like I'm her favourite uncle!"
Yusuke watched as Inuyasha took a fighting stance, ooooh... things were starting to get serious! He also took his own stance
Love Letter From Moon to SunDearest sun,Love Letter From Moon to Sun4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone keeps telling me that you'll just burn me, that you're too hot to handle. But I don't think I'd mind- because my world quite literally revolves around you, and I'm fine to get caught up in your orbit, even if it leads me to oblivion. We rise and fall and wax and wane, a vicious cycle of quite unrequited love, a long fatal love chase, putting an end to more days than I care to number that I could have spent with you instead, if only you would let me catch up.
I think about you every night, and I long for the days when we share a horizon- even though I'm the one rising and you're setting. It's tragic, seeing you slip away like that, in a maelstrom of color and energy, and feeling it's my fault in a way, that I can do nothing about it. Those creatures down below, they like say it's a mistake when we appear together in the sky, like two irises glaring judgementally down upon them, that it's as if I woke up too early- but secretly, I sometimes do it on purp
The Laughter FieldThere she was, in the laughter field,The Laughter Field3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The girl, she stood, with a sword to wield!
The grass caught fire with a cackle of red,
"Run, run now, or you'll soon be dead!"
There he was, in the cackle field,
Debris was here, was there, to feel.
The boy, he knew the danger he faced,
So he stopped his flight, his fate he embraced.
There they were, hand in hand,
The field they faced, the plain so grand,
The ringing laughter filled their ears,
"Watch out, little kiddies," And then the tears.
There, she flew, feet firm to the ground,
The field - of terror - soon to be found,
The shouts, the pain, the laughs, the screams,
"Come now child, follow me..."
There, he ran, desperate to flee,
He's no different, from you, from me.
Only, he knew, danger had come,
His life could finish, with the beat of the drum.
You, and I.
The laughter field.
Our lives so short,
Yet, we won't yield.
We stand, we kiss.
The laugh fills our ears.
The fire consumes us,
From all the years.
Standing here, the da
AutumnChill clinging to you skin,Autumn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And refusing to go away.
Fog blanketing the earth,
And saying, "I'm here to stay."
Leaves crunching and breaking,
In the ground beneath your feet.
Wind blowers and brisk fall winds,
Pealing them off the streets.
When the rain starts up,
After a long summer drought.
When fog escapes our mouths,
As I start to shout.
The laughter of children,
With the promise of a scare.
This way and that way,
To be seen everywhere.
The season of colors and fright.
Staying home, warmed by candlelight.
The place where I cannot stay.
It's here to take me away.
FrostbiteCh-cha-chattering teethhh...Frostbite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, no, don't think about it.
My toes have gone numb -
J-just grin a-and bear it.
S-sk-skin frozen through...
S-sk-skin frozen through...
The ice h-has reached my blood!
Snap! there goes my finger.
My, My, MyMy, my, my,My, My, My2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm feeling poetic today.
I wonder why it is,
That I've walked into the fray.
I need to write this in a notebook,
Before my vision starts to stray,
From the goal I've set in life,
As I have so much left to say.
My, my, my,
I'm feeling inspired today.
As the difference between making art and playing music,
All starts to slip away.
As my philosophies take ahold,
And the notes all start to play.
The staffs all in my mind
Are simply starting to decay.
My, my, my,
How my brain hurts today.
Me and My First World ProblemsI stare at a computer all day,Me and My First World Problems2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And complain that my eyes hurt.
I play video games in my free time,
And complain the plot is dirt.
Homework is too hard to do,
I can't sign up for all my classes,
I wear contacts during the day,
And I still complain about my glasses.
My friends complain,
About all our first world aches and pains,
My mom complains,
My pop complains,
That my whining seems to hurt their brains.
Well, that's us and our first world problems.
Stars in Her Eyes - NaPoWriMo 1A girl with flowers in her hair, And stars in her eyes.Stars in Her Eyes - NaPoWriMo 12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl with leaves lining her fingertips,
And a voice clearer and more beautiful than birdsong.
She smiled at me,
And I couldn't help but turn red in the cheek.
She laughed with me,
And I couldn't help but return the smile.
She danced with me,
And I couldn't help but let her lead.
She waltzed through the summer forest,
She grasped my hand, and dragged me in with her.
Her life was me,
We shared happiness like no one else before.
She sang with me,
And I couldn't help but sing along,
Even if my voice could not match hers.
Her death was me,
And I couldn't help but cry for her.
She told me not to worry about times passing,
But I couldn't help but miss her.
Seeing her again and now,
There was simply something about her,
That just made me stare and wonder...
a distinct lack of progressi thought we were making progressa distinct lack of progress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i guess we never did
i crack one small joke
and then you blow your lid
i thought we were over this
i guess it never died
you yell at me
i shower sit and cry
i got over it again
as i always do
its what im best at i think
(getting over you)
unfortunately thats something we dont share
im sitting bawling and you dont care
i hear shouting
in the other room
asking you to grow up
to be the adult youre supposed to be
i guess thats just too hard for you
I guess it's a stylistic thing.~Hey guys,I guess it's a stylistic thing.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So, I was thinking. . .
When is it people really listen anymore?
You know...to what I'm actually saying
I would go door to door
But I think peoples' interests are decaying
in the words that we try to so desperately speak
I try acronyms,
Are they working?
I don't understand what they really intend to mean (IDUWTRITM)
I don't know...
Is this making sense to you?
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i think i`ll just shut up now
because when i try to be loud
It's amazing how quiet I can be.
i guess it's a stylistic thing