NyxOf blackest night and shadowed dreams,Nyx4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the watchful eye of moon,
The world tears apart at the seams,
And everywhere, pieces are strewn.
Desperate, I try so hard,
To fix was has been left for me.
Born of chaos, still so scarred,
I search for something that cannot be.
Each one of them is a part of me,
The blame, the death, even the doom.
Surely not only I can see,
While some have died, others still bloom.
Not all I create is born of fear.
What about dreams, or soothing sleep?
For those poor souls, I shed a tear,
And for my own, I can only weep.
A place to lay my headSo far I have traveledA place to lay my head2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So much blood has been shed
but all I'm really after is
A place to lay my head
The weather is frightful
and the roads plagued with danger
I failed to add to a solution
Completely driven by my anger
But I am not the same
I'm not the man i was before
I promise to have changed
no longer living by the sword
If I can not convince you,
Allow me just one full night of peace
Just a mattress and a cover
and maybe a little something to eat
For tomorrow is a new day
"A warrior's nightmare", my father said
"As every day is a new journey for
A place to lay your head."
Friendly's New Friend - Chapter ThreeThe next morning, Timothy stirred and slowly opened his eyes. Something felt strange though. His training pants felt like they were soaked. As he turned over, he suddenly realized what had happened.Friendly's New Friend - Chapter Three3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Oh no!" he squeaked with dismay. "Friendly!"
"Huh? What's the matter Timothy?" groaned Friendly, wiping sleep from his eyes.
Timothy couldn't speak, he could only sniffle as he felt his soaked trainers rubbing against his fur.
Friendly pulled the duvet aside, and he sighed deeply. Timothy's pull-ups had leaked and soaked through his shorts and the bedsheets.
"Oh dear" he said.
"I'm sorry Friendly" blubbered Timothy, as the tears flowed down his furry cheeks.
Friendly sighed again, he'd have to get his mom to change the bedsheets and duvet now. However, as the fox saw just how upset Timothy was, he couldn't be cross with him.
"Poor Timothy" sympathized the fox, rubbing the chubby little raccoon's back and letting him sob into his arm. "It's okay Timothy, it's okay"
"Now I'll never have anym
PossibilityThis is my true soul mate. My eternal love ...Possibility3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each was to the other, "the great love of his life", but never when we were together, just as we struggled to get back to be.
Best of all was always starting over. We are both passionate about start over.
But instantly forced me eyes off her ... because you're not mine and I feel like dying if I don't look at you love.
If I dwell in your memory I will not be alone, that's all I'm asking... much less.
You are an expression referring to the time that separates day from night. I open your puzzles, because I look at you and I die and I will love you even more.
Even asleep, I'm impressed, I feel my life is in danger if I can’t see you ... And I know how absurd it is this interest.
It is likely that any attempt to let him out of there will be so pitiful… a complete failure.
All this is enough to shake my mind in the corresponding storm of misfortune.
If ever you notice that I look into your eyes and recognize a glimmer of love in min
sleepless scarswhy does it feelsleepless scars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a piece of me dies
with every scar that heals
and disappears from my skin
dare I reclaim my
with crass glass
and a mattress weighted
with all of my poverty
fly away angel
kiss some other
dead girl's lips
I will not bed you
WaitYou sent me a noteWait7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A small little note
On it three words
That's all you wrote
It wasn't "I miss you"
It wasn't "It is fate"
It wasn't "I love you'
It was " I will wait"
A tear stung my eye
As I tried not to cry
I knew it from the start
You are a great guy
Right now I really miss you
And now I believe it's fate
You need to know I love you
All because you said "I will wait"
That Crooked Half SmileThat Crooked Half Smile3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That half crooked smile
Oh how I feel
I feel I could climb the tops of mountains
And scream your name
I feel I could live in a box under a bridge and still consider myself
I feel I could fall into a rabbit hole and meet a rushed rabbit
Because this feels so unreal
I feel like I could kiss a frog and he wouldn't turn into a prince
Because you're already right here
I feel like I could sprout wings and fly, your lips keeping me
I feel understood for once because
You're exactly like me
I feel my cheeks cramp from smiling too much and you're
The reason behind those smiles
I feel the earth spinning beneath my feet as you take my hand
And give me those roses
I feel the pain in my gut when you leave; you tell me you're sorry
You didn't mean to make me giggle so hard
I feel all around ..DEEPLY IN LOVE
Only Time Will TellOnly Time Will Tell2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only time will tell the stories which believe.
The marks of the bottom line are where fate deceive.
The script written as a preemptive strike,
Never read over, improve prevents the rewrite.
Where is she with her smile t light the way through this maze?
Back home, going through her own, counting the days.
With Him above and he below,
My fear to every stepping stone I do bestow.
Only time will tell the stories that I believe!
Only within this fallacy does faith in me not leave.
I beg, I beseech, I plead, I pray for my endless prayer to be heard.
Lest apathy overtakes me without a care...without a word.
The marks on the bottom line are where fate deceive...
So only time will tell me the stories which I believe.
Purple HazeWhen you grow cold,Purple Haze3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your scars show up purple,
Like bruises, like madness, like pain.
And you lit yourself on fire to hide them from me,
But the smell of brimstone could not erase my memory.
I watched your hair curl and fizzle in the heat,
And without emotion, reached in and pulled you out.
As if we had done this a thousand times before.
As if I knew the exact depth of your trust issues.
As if I could somehow protect you from them.
Desire is a cruel joke from fateForgive me mankind,Desire is a cruel joke from fate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I have sinned,
Betraying my brethren in a church corridor
Wasting my words once again
Branded from early days of twilight
Whispering, waiting, wanting,
With nothing but silence from the starless sky
a virtual lifebehind my avatara virtual life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am queen of a wonderful world
I am a female warrior of a strange country
I am a werewolf
in real life
I am a girl who waits for the love
I am a girl who dreams from another life
I am a girl insignificant buried in the mass
GoSitting and listening,Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
closing my eyes and hoping,
yawning and reaching,
releasing and forgiving.
Feet to the floor.
I Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any LongerI Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any Longer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the people look at me
They look at me like I am only a stone
I always alone
Despite the rain and the storm approached
I'm hoping to be accompanied
But everything goes out like fire
If the fire is my friend
That warmth is my power
But when the wind blows
The heat burn all my hope
A good friend is something so valuable
Can not be bought or sold
But I also need to realize
That he also has his own problems
It's the time to stop expecting the humans
Because every human has his own problems
It's not a wise thing to expect humans
Because in the end they always let me down
Online MiseryOnline MiseryOnline Misery5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hyves, Facebook, Twitter etc. Nowadays everybody uses them. Well everybody, not really, I don't. At first I thought it was because I just live under a rock and it takes a while before I find out how things like that work, now I know it's because I just don't have anything to share. My life is so boring, I would probably end up with "Nothing to share yet, I'll let you know if there is..."
Now, be honest, is there anyone who would like to read that? I don't guess so. On the other hand, I DO use my computer a lot. Not for games or anything (my computer can't handle anything that needs more graphical support than Tetris) but I just write.
And because I spend all this time writing (and deleting) things, my neighbors think I am the technical support around here. Everytime there is a problem with the computer they call me. I remember one time they were doing something online (which is pretty something for them, because sometimes I doubt it if they can even FIND the internet brow
WeepinbellWeepinbell was removed for mature content, please go here to see it http://www.jhallcomics.com/Pokemon/7381Weepinbell2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
asphyxiashe broods in her bubble bathasphyxia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spindles with her slender spider-limb fingers
a soap-slickened scythe
she's mastering the solemn art of
like the faltering fowl she is,
her failure of flight was
besides, she had long lost her feathers
along with her sleep
and, since then, it has been
seven slow years
he was phosgene- born from light
he was phosgene- a merciless mass murderer
her long lasting war with him
had always ended
but not really,
as it never really ended at all,
not really, no
she leans back languidly,
pressing her backbone unto
her beaded, bubble-beaten bed
she looks out to the world through her weary window
she is momentarily molested by the sun's stare
and, it is almost as if the gray,
wool-woven clouds came over just to
clothe, cover, and calm her
celeste skies are ricocheted by lemon yellow lightning
and a cobalt hue
only to later be gunned down by a chalky,
rain drops drag down
a new beat to h
GaiaGaia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talk in the ancient language,
Let us hear you rush,
Oh, river-music, awake!
Tell us your tidings,
The old and the new,
Oh, stormwind, let you hear!
You wise old,
Creak and groan your lament,
Oh, trees of all woods!
Hark, human, listen
To wind and sea roaring,
To the sound of the leaves
And to the song of deciduous trees!
Hark, human, listen
To Mother Nature's choirs.
Sing with them again
My DearestDearest Robert,My Dearest3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every night I walk the narrow path to The Door, Your Door. (I tell no one. I make sure they're not watching). They tried to keep me from you. Did you know they hid the letters? They hid them, but I found them in the attic underneath a pile of your clothes. They tried to donate those too, but I stopped them. I had a fit and I made them stop. Everyday my nightgown is damp with tears, but at night I have comfort. I know you're with me then.
Already there is talk of moving on. It's been a whole year, they say. I need to Let Go, Move On, but I'm making plans of moving in. They tire of me day after day; not dressing, hardly eating, forever staring out the window waiting for you to come home. I am such an unbearable weight to them. All I can think about is you.
I can hear your voice like a carousel, around and around again. Like children in the park. Ice cream giggles and dandelion puffs. Those ice tea chats on the front porch with your folks, the days whe
Darkness WithinCan the night provide the answersDarkness Within3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That we miss throughout the day?
Is your dark side buried deeply?
Or does it lay in wait?
The beast that lurks in all of us
Cannot be denied,
And control will come much easier,
If you accept the other side.
Don't let it free to take your will,
But know that it is there,
As every bit a part of you
As all that's good and fair.
Do you really know yourself?
Have you looked beneath your skin?
Can you accept what you might find
If you really look within?
ThornsThorns3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sweet virgin
of the thorns -
no gifts of oak and amber,
no prophecy to wash your feet
or dress your sins in silk.
Why do you mock the faithful?
Columbines now grow
where you first drew breath,
remembering and pointing
to the sky -
where you could not find
clouds or smoke.
Then feast on my heart
My shirt will be
my face your bad habit.
And I will feel your resurrection
on the back of my neck
the rapid pelt of pebbles
filling up my hands
and burying my feet.