GraphiteIt can make me cry,Graphite5 months 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.
The Musician and the WordsmithA cobbled street;The Musician and the Wordsmith2 months 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...Cliche1 year 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,"
In Which there was an Absence of SocksThis,In Which there was an Absence of Socks4 months 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?
Future and PastThere were two beings.Future and Past1 year 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 woul
My, My, MyMy, my, my,My, My, My3 months 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.
a distinct lack of progressi thought we were making progressa distinct lack of progress3 months 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.4 months 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?
oF c0urse NoT, mY fONtS aRe 2 cONFuS1ng!!1¡¡!!
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
FrostbiteCh-cha-chattering teethhh...Frostbite4 months 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.
Me and My First World ProblemsI stare at a computer all day,Me and My First World Problems2 months 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.
The CycleI remember when things were simple.The Cycle3 months 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.
A Swirling RushThere is a rush of windA Swirling Rush2 weeks 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...
The Laughter FieldThere she was, in the laughter field,The Laughter Field1 year 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, f
Stars in Her Eyes - NaPoWriMo 1A girl with flowers in her hair, And stars in her eyes.Stars in Her Eyes - NaPoWriMo 12 months 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...
ScatteredIt's a s c a t t e r e d world out thereScattered8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Isn't there a place where we can escape
Where we can get up and fly away ??
It's a scattered life out there
The words are so ~jbmeuld~ j u m b l e d
You can find nothing left to say.
You can lock yourself in a --------------------------------------- corner|
Where you can hear your black blood ~SCREAM~
Because is it reality which has scattered?
Or is the s c a t t e r e d place the dream?
AutumnChill clinging to you skin,Autumn7 months 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.