The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.The End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
EphemeralIn shallow realms of forgotten namesEphemeral3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand alone in awe and, as I die,
A flicker of old, shattered dreams now lie
In front of my invisible remains.
And as I try to see what they had been,
To read their name and all their sweet despair,
In isolation I lose all the air,
While broken letters slowly can be seen.
But what they say is what I mostly fear,
The truth of all my life and of my name.
They tell that I am nothing and I came
Merely to die and now my end is near.
So I renounce to all that I have had,
My name, my mind and all my foolish dreams,
And, as now nothing have I left, it seems
That I am thoroughly and truly dead.
musicDuring sadness you are theremusic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
During happiness you are there
During depression times you are there
During times when i m just emotionless
I get overflowed with emotions thanks to you
During times when I shed tears you are there
I m grateful to you...
Even without people around me
You are there for me
Thanks to you I can't feel lonely
My life just goes on thanks to you
I will never leave you
But live for you…
A Dream of FlyingI wished that I could flyA Dream of Flying3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into the great big blue sky
With the hawks and eagles
Pigeons, doves and seagulls
Above the world of dirt and trees
Soaring over the clouds and seas
Searching for the perfect height
In the clouds to spend the night
Resting my head upon the soft grass
To see the dream end in a flash
I woke on the soft sheets of cotton
It was a dream never to be forgotten
That night was sweet and lasted forever
I could never wish for a better dream
And that is the end or so it seems
AddictionSolitary comes banging on the wallAddiction3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The woman head down, defeated, cowering from fear
Acknowledging all the knowledge from all
The problems, troubles, issues never seem to disappear
Consequences of the actions brought onto the future generation
Instrument of death hazing up her vision
Two voices fight without a single conversation
Her own foolishness greeted her final decision
Shimmering liquid remains of unfilled hopes and dreams
The action grew despair to peek over the horizon
Though it leads to underwhelming sympathies
By others who perceive a darker person who has risen
This world, her reality, her youth
No light as she faces her unforgivable truth
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Melt-7-7-13: Life Imitates Art Part I“Ring around the rosy a pocket full of spears. The sands of time have run out for all of you!” I cackled. The stage lights were bright and the audience was large. It was almost enough to be distracting, but we all kept on trucking. “The last to go will see the first three suffer before her, and her mangy little mutt too!” I menaced. I loved this role, I got to scream and overact to the point of absurdity and yet no one would call me on it. The other night, I had even made a little kid in the audience cry. It was my proudest moment.Melt-7-7-13: Life Imitates Art Part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I raised the broom up gesturing at each of the cast. “Eeny meny miny mo, who shall be the first to go?” I grinned. The dynamic team all cowered and cringed as they should. “Lion? Girl? Tin man?” I asked gesturing at each of them as the line suggested. “No…. My broom has chosen scarecrow!” I cackled. I had never understood that line but whatever. The scarecrow fell down in fear as I appr