Liar, LiarLiar, liar, pants on fire.Liar, Liar5 years ago in Other More Like This
Panic, panic, red-hot wire.
Hurry, hurry, to the blade--
Liar, liar, not born--made.
Bright Love.The wind in my hair and the rain p e l t i n g down as I Splash through puddles on my was to meet you.Bright Love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The highlight of my day even the rainy ones- is seeing you get off the bus and holding me tightly in your arms.
Butterflies t u m b l i n g around in my tummy when you say I love you.
You always manage to make my life b r i g h t e r.
Whether I had a fight with a friend
Was screamed at by my parents. Again.
You are the light in my soul and the even brighter light in my heart.
Breathless 2I have S t u m b l e d.Breathless 24 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
T r i p p e d.
F a l l e n. So far in love with you, I will never find my way back.
I C h e r i s h.
A d o r e.
A d m i r e. every detail about you. Every flaw and mistake will never make me think differently about you.
I C r a v e.
L o n g .
A c h e . for your touch. A simple caress from your fingers
What is death really?The lights in the hallway flicker violently. The scuttle of slippered feet echo in my ears. The screeching is unbearable. Loud even through the cement walls.What is death really?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Liar. Liar. Snitch, Snitch. Their crackly voices taunt me. Bony fingers trail over my neck causing me to cringe.
I need to get through tonight. I need the pills. The little orange ones that cause me the relief I need.
They calm so well. I hear the maniacal laugh as she slams her head against the wall. Harder then the last time.
Her name from my lips sounds foreign. I sob as I look down at her pretty face. Black hair splayed across her bloody face. Flesh unwinding from bone. The memory still so fresh in my mind.
I run my fingers through her hair. Once so silky, but now coarse and brittle. A smile fixed on her coral lips.
The mice gnawing on her pale toes and maggots spilling from her eye sockets.
Why poor darling you are looking rather pale, maybe I should call the doctor now.
I screech as the voices
Sea LullabySea LullabySea Lullaby5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood,
A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk,
The sea creeps to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murdered today.
She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him
To death, for a joke.
Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy,
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.
Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night
To wash her long fingers
In silvery light.
Lonely love.Will he ever know how much I truly love him.Lonely love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When he presses his lips against mine.
When his hand finds mine in the darkness and his fingers interlace with mine.
Thumb stroking my neck and his voice in the darkness.
I love you Chelsea. Tears in my eyes. I only loved one other person and I had ruined it. He was too far away any way.
Never would have worked out.
I love you too. My voice w h i s p e r s back to him. Words c a t c h i n g in the wind.
Always and Forever.
AloneEverybody hates me.Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate myself.
I'm too different.
I don't want to change,
but I don't want to be alone...
I'm too small in this world,
I can't accomplish anything.
My world is full of lies,
I want to cry everything away,
I want to hide from the world,
I'm losing control.
No one's helping me,
they wanted this from the beginning.
They wanted me to die...
I don't want to listen,
they don't know me,
they'll never understand,
I stand here on my own.
My legs are weak.
I can't hold up much longer...
I want to show my strengths,
stand up against the world,
protect the ones I love,
but I'm too weak...
Play with me. I flick on the light and hear Sheas laugh. I turn around and smile back at her. Her eyes are filled with light and there's a smile on her pretty face. A real smile. The hallway we were in seemed so long and very empty, but we are happy for once and that's all that matters. There's a door at the end of the hallway and its wooden. I squint at the words on the door and feel Sheas body press against mine. I knew she was scared, but she was too strong to show it. ¸Play with me.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pushed it open and felt something sticky under my feet. It felt like melted ice-cream or juice or some sort of liquid. Then the sickly sweet smell of blood filled the air and I almost gagged. I see an outline of a person and I stumble towards them. I ask if there's a light anywhere, but there's no response. My heart beat started increasing and I knew something was wrong. Suddenly light filled the air and I spun too Shea had found a light switch. Her eyes are wide and then she's screaming. I spin bac
The Error of My Ways.The Error of My Ways.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to where the die was cast.
Arise, reluctant to bare witness
to what unfolds.
Back where I believed,
like some arrogant fool,
that the good of the outcome,
outweighed the erroneous methods.
My delusions have turned so vivid
that they become commonplace
with my reality,
running hand in hand
towards my downfall
as a friendly face in the crowd...
I Can Make You CryI Can Make You Cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart sank at the sound of the first shot,
Falling deep into black of this abysmal state of mind.
My thoughts rushed in a panic,
Knowing only anarchy the beat of my heart.
I collapsed in a stairwell,
falling upon jagged right angles.
Weeping out of my pointless efforts,
Broken down along the road to saving her.
Shouts came like the voices of ghosts from the 13th floor,
Echoing through a haunting resonation.
Silence became a blanket over my shoulders,
The ghosts and my weeping became mute.
I was to be alone there on,
With her as but a memory,
A dream to bring me smiles,
A nightmare to make me reminisce.
I feared for the future of our child,
Wondering of the consequences,
Feeling little but a bitter hope,
And a cold air over me.
My limbs grew close to lifelessness,
And my shock kept me all but enticed.
My heart, struggling in its climb back to my chest,
Plummeted a final time, at the second shot.
“I can make you hurt,” said Fate,
“I can make you cry.”
I ran, cl
Tears of the PastRain falls down on the treesTears of the Past4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Branches heavy with tears of the past
And the wind speaks to me
At my window
Controlling me - Isolation
Hopelessness - Losing Interest
Meditate on just one thing
Innocence...In a sense
I am guilty - I surrender
You can't escape from this
If you don't stop
Running away from
Blue-gray streaks are coming down
Perfect skies shine in the distance
Barriers that blur my sight
Keep me in this dark existence
You can't escape from this
If you don't stop
Running away from
Life can be bliss
If you let it be.
Take me away from this,
And teach me serenity.
Surrender and be free,
Free, let me be free! Let me go!
Drawing the shades -
We both know you can't let me go
Where am I?
Is this real?
All that I am
All things material
All are whole,
Perfect, and beautiful
As this wave of clarity sweeps over me
We all have the power to choose,
The power to be!
What If: Reverse SpieciesWhat if the story happened in a place where humans are the rejected rarity and monsters the common people?What If: Reverse Spiecies2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
For thousand's of years, monster kind's have been walking over the land, creating rules for all monster to live in peaces and created technologies to make their life a better one. Vampires wears special creams to walk on daytime without fear of sun, Werewolves have learn to control their savage instinct thank to intensive mental training, ghost can now travel around the world without binding to an area and other monsters with wings, fins or incredible speeds who can travel to other place without the need of vehicles. There were still som
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:Remember Your Dues2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.
Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.
But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.
You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.
But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!
But its too late for apologies;
The ice has just cracked -
And my gun has just cracked,
And soon you're getting capped.
No love for another traitor,
No love for another hater.
Remember who is greater:
A king or his creator?
-C-Dragon, 22nd April 2013
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
BrightheartBrightheart4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My name is Brightheart, of ThunderClan.
I know you flinch when you see my face.
You don't know what happened.
You think my face is scary.
At least I found somebody to love me,
who doesn't care about what I look like.
I couldn't hide the scars if I tried.
But I accepted what happened.
I don't like it but I live with it.
My brother was killed in the dog atttack
an I got this left.
What we did was stupid but we did it so we could
be warriors, too.
I found a mate, who doesn't care what I look,
like, it's the size of the heart that matters.
Newcomers flinch when they see me,
kits squeak and run to their mothers.
It hurts but I'm strong enough to take it.
So don't be scared when you see my face,
you'll get used to it.
Hospital of death.The steady beep of the machines startle me. My body aches and I try to open my eyes. They won't open and I try to move my hands, but they won't cooperate either. Panic starts to bubble up inside me and I try and remember what happened last.Hospital of death.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Think you idiot I think viciously to myself. I come up blank and footsteps startle me. Warm hands stroke my cheek and soft lips press against mine.
Afternoon my lovely girl My heart soars. I remember something so I know I must not have amnesia. Jared. I try and open my eyes again. Needing to see you. Even a glimpse. I am to weak for this.
I hear another shuffling of footsteps and a soft tired voice breaks the silence.
Hows my favorite muppet? Shea. She hasn't slept in days and I don't need to see her face to know its true. I can hear it in her voice.
Nothings changed. The doctor says she hit her head really hard. There isn't any brain activity. Jared's voice is thick as if he is about to burst into tears at any moment.
Strength of GlassShe thought it strange that the other was staring at her. It wasn't as if she'd ever moved from the spot she'd been occupying. Vaguely, she registered the clouds wafting past her frail fingers and the grass completely covered with bright-white snow, as she felt a slight chill.Strength of Glass1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She realised there was a wave about to crash into her lungs, a premonition of sorts, she supposed. But the jungles inside her nervous system hadn't been oblivious to the winter approaching.
As she sat contemplating the natural disasters about to take place within herself, she failed to remember the presence of the other, along with the way their eyes had witnessed what had just happened inside her abdomen.
The other finally asked with a breathy voice.
"You're made of glass?"
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
intimidation tacticsIntimidation Tactics forintimidation tactics6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quiet Women with Shallow Hearts-
learn to say no. know when to say yes.
eat dinner alone, in public. wear the most
beautiful dress that you have on a tuesday.
don't laugh at all of his jokes; establish that
you have your own taste.
swallow a bird or a small mammal;
don't be afraid to crush things that get
in your way. say thank you when he tells
you how lovely you look tonight. don't take
more than twenty minutes to get ready.
if you break a bone or major organ,
put some scotch tape on it and don't cringe.
put yourself first. make up your own mind and
make sure you're happy every step of the way.
forgive yourself for every stupid thing you've ever done.
don't ever, ever cry yourself to sleep.
tell him where his hands should go.
put him out of his misery and kiss him,
he deserves it if you've followed this.
if all else fails
carry a pistol in your
purse or on your waist.
The Monster Within MeThe Monster Within Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand in front of a broken mirror,
I try to hold my head up high,
Trying to close my eyes,
But I look into my reflection,
Seeing only pain, frustration, and guilt.
I wipe the tear away from my eye,
Hoping and craving my importance,
Wanting it so bad it hurts to breathe.
My fingers touch the coldness of the glass,
Reflecting the past coldness of my soul,
I wish I were good enough,
I wish I could show my light,
I shall not,
I can not,
But I wish to.
Why can't my soul be saved?
Why must I endure this pain?
My heart tells me no but my other must say yes,
I feel my soul reaching out,
Screaming a cry that makes the fearless cringe.
I see within the mirror,
A horrible sneer with sharp teeth,
Blood eyes that made you quiver,
I look into my heart,
and see only pain
I look into my soul,
and see only guilt
I look at myself,
and see a monster
Suicide or Tea?Should I kill myself or have a cup of tea?Suicide or Tea?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I decide on the latter and I'm not sure why. Probably because I can. Life is a never-ending scroll of be-goods, be-happies, be-in-controls, be-okays, be-strongs and be-appreciatives. So what's another day?
Just another day closer to death.
Still, life seems incredibly long, don't you think? So long, it's hard to see the end and nearly impossible to touch even with a knife in my hand that could easily skewer my heart, make it squirm and still like a dying nightingale sealing its death with a pathetic squeal of almost-song.
Life is pain and people in pain are a pain in the ass. Perhaps occasionally or perhaps frequently, they think "Why not just kill myself? Life is hell, anyway. No hell after life could be worse than this."
But they're wrong. The worst is never the worst because things can always get worse and maybe that's why I decided to stick with the chamomile tea. That or I feel tea-sipping is reason to live.
The mindset of - Chaos"The being... it can take any shape. Any form. Any appearance. Percieved visually as hostile or friendly.The mindset of - Chaos3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It does not matter.
The being is merely a puppet. A giant puppet of meat and bone, useless flesh... It's controller is the one to take into consideration. Great consideration. The controller uses the being to do it's bidding, it's every whim and fancy, whether it be devilish or helpful... whether it be murderous, traitorous... or truthful and loyal.
That controller would be the MIND. The will... The soul.
I believe... that I will use my being for what it was created to do. To protect the innocent from harm of any shape or form... until it is used to paint the ground red."
minister'good morning,' the reverend bellowsminister2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'what a lovely collection of idols
we have gathered today'
they're a spectacle of a scatter plot on the pews
the bronzed hypocrisy of saved men sitting still,
saints on the neutral ground of benches
is an inconsistency i'll struggle
to reconcile with the jacob's ladders of rough-hewn grace
swooping in on souls or spirits
which have proven to be untouchable
not for sale in even the blackest of markets
speak, preacher. preach. i've always listened piously
and i'm not yet thinking of sunday dinner:
will the chicken be hot will the apple crisp burn
i mimic transcendence of the physical
i, being the gatherer, have bypassed the stone age
for lyres and flutes and lips; our white robes-
i suppose they suit me.
i imagine my forehead set in the grave constitution
of a saint who worries not about the anticlimactic
pressure of dry, even lips
contrasting my graphic fire-fantasies,
devil's work unfit for a faithful child
preacher, name your text.
i'm not a salem