Inadequate Airborn Libido Sewn strictly to falsify, not for freedom or flight. And who are youInadequate Airborn Libido4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to interpret an invertebrate? Spineless and flightless,
now that's quite the accusation.
Can't we just put this past us; let bygones be bygones?
T e e t h.
AddictedI feel it hook and snag into me,Addicted3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seducing or beating me into submission.
A delicious poison.
A thorny rose.
I feel the tide of it rise up,
Slowly growing and gathering strength.
A burning cloud.
A choking noose.
I feel it carry me into the depths,
Sweeping my resistance away.
A whipping gale.
A crashing wave.
I feel my eyes open once it's done,
Knowing that it'll happen again soon.
A chosen dependency.
A hurtful addiction.
maybe she's too youngAstrid smelled of plums. It was a gentle scent, emanating wisps of invigorating pleasure.maybe she's too young4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She smelled glorious, mouthwatering, delicate. I couldn't resist such an aroma.
She looked so frail. She had skin stretched across her limbs in flimsy, translucent layers.
I was terrified of touching her, afraid she'd crumple beneath my fingers.
Her lithe, bird bone fingers caressed my blistered calluses. Astrid then pressed her icy
palms to my aching flesh. Silly girl, she was trying to comfort me.
It was wrong. I felt bloated, my chest inflated with conflict. Better judgment swelled
against my callous ribcage, uncaring and simply unconcerned.
And yeah it was wrong, but she was delicious.
AideenAideen wasn’t anything like me. Stubborn as ever, she’d insistAideen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saying something about an inferno in her flesh,
a savage electricity sparking in her skeleton.
For weeks she’d persist, sprawling across the kitchen floor in hysterics.
She kept muttering about bullets, something about gunpowder lungs
and inevitable ignition.
And all I could do was sit and soothe her, attempt to expunge these imagined notions from her mind. But stubborn little Aideen rejected my words as folly, retching out words like shrapnel and shellshock.
“Gasoline. Unpredictability tensed between my tissues.
Napalm slithers through my ventricles; hissing, itching to escape.”
A supernova shriek singing through her teeth,
She softens then she pauses
to notice ashes at her feet
"The useless remains of what used to be alive."
soulpyreflickeringsoulpyre4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flames from a fire
burning quietly amidst
black of night; crackling with energy
and lustre glowing deeply:
a diamond in the dark.
it is a soulpyre-
mistlike spectres roam
igniting like vapour;
to kindling's embrace.
Life Is An Intravenous DripLife is an intravenous dripLife Is An Intravenous Drip3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With no transfusion of blood
Instead it slowly relieves me
Of a mind that once was good
Directly from the drip chamber
Suffocating me with terror
When there is no imminent danger
Life is an intravenous drip
I am fascinated by my veins
And curious as to which one
Carries the blood to my brain
Which causes the unwanted impulse
For me to question every answer
Tourniquet that varicose vessel
Curiosity is my cancer
Life is an intravenous drip
Of that I am A positive
My blood remains optimistic
So why am I so negative
I see no saline solution
Just diminishing vital signs
As my sanity transfuses from me
One deplorable drop at a time
BabyWe can make friction baby,Baby4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we can stay up all night.
Kiss my skin baby,
hold me tight.
Let's create tension baby,
let's cut it with a knife.
Come here closer baby,
I want to feel your breath.
Touch me there baby,
it'll make everything right.
We don't have to figure out everything now baby,
It can wait.
Lost poem - Fate vs Free WillIf you believe in chance then listen to thisLost poem - Fate vs Free Will6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is a reason behind all that exists
All of life's actions you took and will take
Are nothing but steps that you had to make
Shake the hand that makes all your moves
Life is a game as the puppeteer proves
Maybe he lets you pull your own strings
If you are lucky, that's what fate brings
You must look destiny straight in the eye
And if you hear providence let out a sigh
Maybe you'll see that you have free will
And you know best whom to love and to kill
Make a choice now and please make it quick
It's all up to you which path you should pick
Stay on board, fly, defy your own fate
Just make up your mind before it's too late
Seize the moment, you know what to do
Make a better world where all works for you
Erase your past and write what's to come
Unless you believe it's already done
If you can't escape or you can't decide
If black tells you lies so you join his side
If living this life is not worth the cost
Then be not afraid, it means you are
God GivenThe crack became a creviceGod Given3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The crevice became a hole
Invited my mortal remains
To part company with my soul
God has given me these hands
To create beautiful art
It's not for me to say when
This earthly plane I shall depart
The tears became a torrent
The torrent became a flood
I was drowning in sorrow
I sought the buoyancy of good
God has given me these thoughts
To stimulate and inspire
With rhetorical reasoning
Until my bones can retire
The thought became a feeling
The feeling became the truth
Faith alone was now enough
Beyond the search for proof
God has given me this mind
So who am I to question
When He has granted me free will
To follow my own direction
Silent BoyThere once was a child,Silent Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who never spoke a word.
He never changed his face,
Never cried when he got hurt.
Those dearest to him stood away,
They didn't know what to do.
And since they treated him in silence,
Silence became the only thing he knew.
As the years passed and he grew
He still remained the same,
Never speaking to anyone
And for that, no one ever came.
He was always picked on,
Someone always had something to say;
Either 'you are dead inside',
Or 'your life is wasted away'.
Through all the insults, the words,
The bruises, and the pain,
He tolerated it all, turned away,
He remained silent, he never changed.
His life kept getting worse.
He was no longer shown love,
He was just another silent boy
Who only deserved another shove.
No one ever showed sympathy.
No one saw that he was torn.
No one ever saw him as a person.
To them, he wasn't even born.
But he did learn how to feel,
The dormant feelings finally awoke.
The agony he felt towards their words,
The pain from the hits and words
Hark! The Weeping Angels sing (a Whovian carol)Hark! The weeping angels singHark! The Weeping Angels sing (a Whovian carol)3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Glory to the Could-Have-Been King!
Davros save from Nightmare Child,
Doc and Master Reconciled.
Join up all ye nations rise,
Fight invaders from the skies!
Robot heavenly host proclaim
The daleks are back again?!
Hark! The weeping angels sing
Glory to the Could-Have-Been King.
Doctor, by highest leaders adored,
Doctor the infinite Time Lord.
Late in time to Amy he'll come,
And when she's gone, he will be glum.
Copied by Flesh in a factory,
Discovered a ganger Amy.
Pleased when man shows potential,
Doctor hates to say farewell.
Revels in his glories by
Regenerates when else he'd die
Born on Gallifrey, often on Earth
Arrived too late after Melody's birth.
Likes to go and sonic things,
Happiness to all he brings.
Love him for he is sublime
Love the Gallifeyan Lord of Time.
Hark the weeping angels sing
Glory to the Could-Have-Been King!
Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”Letters Live3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start
The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny
The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone
The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when it’s too late
Will you wonder what you could’ve done with it
TriscuitsJenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuitsTriscuits4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And offers me some.
They are salted. I don't like salted foods;
They're too much like the ocean.
Jenna, skintight leggings,
Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits.
They make an odd noise as they're chewed,
Like the grunts of a broken bone.
Jenna used to sail the seas but now
She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me
How much she loves the prairie wind.
'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that.
She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say
That the house is too empty.
It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you want more?
I'm saying you want less 'cause you like the skies and counting 'em.
Jenna used to use the stars but now
She can just point at the ceiling and say
It's too empty 'cause it has nothing to it but what it is.
Headache/HeartacheIt starts with pain.Headache/Heartache3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes sink in
Your heart grows weak
And the world grows dim.
Your stomach churns
And your heart yearns
There's a throbbing beneath your skin.
You can't keep still.
The pain spreads
Before you know it
It's like your dead
It's almost too much to bear
And pulling hair
The world grows dark.
Your heart breaks and shatters
Stopping the pain the only thing that matters
Gasping for breath
So close to death
You shut your eyes
And kiss this world goodbye.
Jet PlaneAir is AirJet Plane6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not air but air
its nothing but air
i need more than air
i need a more than air more than sun
more than any creature could possibly have
Do you need air?
No you dont but
but i do and you
dont and i do
getting air is
like a flying
jet about to
lift off without
me. Don't you
need to pay
for air too?
I bet you do if i have to because every air has a price
every air needs a price.
And i think you know
Mountain Floweryou are the mountain flower thatMountain Flower7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i couldn't reach,
the persistent growth that flourished
upon that sheer cliff face-
you grew so beautifully in adversity
whilst i failed to be anything
but an admirer.
your surroundings are barren,
yet even so you would still stand out
amongst the flowers of the hanging garden-
as i am, i am only worthy of imagining
the gardens of kings, let alone claim
its most prized flower.
your life is a mystery to me,
shallow roots seem so fragile
yet they tether you to the precipice
your existence defies gravity,
reaching to the horizon like
a soul to heaven.
i am afraid to do more than observe
and take in your scent;
your strength frightens me and
seems to grow in the face of my jealousy-
oh i am so afraid,
because i am, if not much more
fragile than you.
Reverse Culture ShockFlying home was not flying home. Flying home meant grabbing the homing pigeon inside of me and twisting its imaginary magnet one hundred and eighty degrees to the north instead of southwards to Australia. The magnet still twitched stubbornly north even as the plane droned over Darwin, five hours before I finally reached home. Except it wasn't home. Sydney now looked as foreign as the glossy travel leaflets I grabbed from Singapore, its shine not quite matching the missing substance of my once childhood home.Reverse Culture Shock4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thank you for choosing Singapore Airlines I hope you will enjoy your stay in Sydney, or a warm welcome home."
Winter air slapped me like a bucket of ice water as I emerged, searching for my parents and my sister. For eight years, their voices were tinny and masked by static on the occasional phone calls home. Today, they sounded as brittle as ever, Australian accents barely sheathing the chill emanating from them.
"Welcome home, sis," said my sister with an unusually bright v
Hey there Deidara"Come on Danna tell me! What's the big surprise, un?!" A rather bubbly blonde smiled as he clung to his boyfriends arm.Hey there Deidara5 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Deidara you know it's pointless to keep asking I've already told you you'll find out when we get there."
"But I want to know now, un!"
The taller male smiled. "You're really cute when you whine you know that?"
"Fine, tell me what the surprise is or else I'll stop whining, un."
"That's fine with me."
Sasori gave his blonde a light kiss on the cheek causing the boy to blush. "You're such a brat you know that?" Sasori smiled slipping his arm around Deidara's waist.
"Yeah but you know you love me, un." Deidara smiled leaning up so he could give his love a quick peck on the lips.
"That I do brat." He pecked the others lips in return.
Funny thing was it wasn't that long ago that the loving pair had had a mutual feeling of known hatred between them. No one really knows how their little feud began some say it was nothing more than catching a funny look, some say it wa
Momente eterne pierduteMomente eterne pierdute6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In sfarsit visul lor se transforma intr-un episod al realitatii.Mai sunt cateva ore si pleaca!Bagajul lui e facut,sta in fata usii nerabdator sa iasa pe usa tapitata cu amintiri.Ea,cu parul desfacut,imbracata in camasa lui preferata, care azi noapte zacea tacuta pe covor sa nu le deranjeze momentele rosii,alearga desculta cu picioare reci pe gresie dintr-o parte in alta a casei,strigand si intrebandu-l daca nu i-a vazut cumva poseta cu sperante !El o opreste,o cuprinde in toate sentimentele si ii zambeste,atunci ea a inteles ca a pus-o in bagajul lui si il saruta,apoi pleaca privirea timida si el intelege ca trebuie sa o ajute sa isi termine bagajul.Niciodata nu ii place sa ii ceara lui ajutorul,pentru ca stie ca se poate descurca singura in orice situatie,mai putin in cele ce tin de superficialitate si garderoba.Trec 18 minute si rujul de piersici zace tacut pe covor,cum a ajuns acolo nici unul nu stie."In doua mi
I am not his museI am not his museI am not his muse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He does not go digging after me
Only to find a cavern of questions
Which urges him to keep digging still
I am not his muse
Who reflects him in my eyes
Not as a boy
But as a man
I am not his muse
Who makes moments
Seem like eternity
And nights end too soon
I do not keep him up late
Messing around with his instruments
and pen and paper
Trying to describe my lips
I am not the sunrise in his coffee
or the shooting star across the wharf
I do not catch his breath
or race his mind
But if I were to be bribed
It would not be on bread and cheese
But by the rhapsody of his mind
Softly tapping my ears like rain
How full circle it would come
But I am not his muse
I wantI want to see her.I want4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to touch her.
I want to kiss her.
I want to explore her.
I want to taste her.
I want to love her.
I want to be seen.
I want to be touched.
I want to be kissed.
I want to be explored.
I want to be tasted.
I want to be loved.
I want to be ME.
But I can't be ME.
I can't be free.
I can't be honest.
I can't be open.
I have to be fake.
I have to be chained.
I have to lie.
I have to hide.
I have to...
But I don't want to.
I'm fineYou say I don't understand youI'm fine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will