Run Away With MeRun Away With MeRun Away With Me2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To the mountains far
and the oceans wide.
Take my hand.
Down winding paths,
a road; unpaved.
It doesn’t have to mean much…
With an engine roaring in our ears,
summer’s breeze blowing our hair.
Look at me. Smile.
Leaving the past so far behind
I forgot to ask directions—
Your hand meets mine as I shift
First gear; gets us running
Second gear; gets us going
Third gear; don’t think now
Fourth gear; down the on-ramp
fifth; look at me. smile.
What do I look like now
an adventure? am I fun?
Close your eyes
if only for a moment
A Short StoryIn the nursery, he quietly criedA Short Story2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A man who was torn from the inside
Seeing his son, the first in his life
The murderer of his beautiful wife
MasqueradeIn her new satin gowns, she drowns.Masquerade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sad and shattered heart bound tight with nothing but
creamy lace and silver buttons.
Playing dress-up with the damned.
I RememberI remember those blue-grey eyes that watched me with curiosityI Remember2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When life used to mean a little something more to her.
When living was more than just breathing in and out.
The darkness I drifted into, and the lights that faded away.
People in her life used to give her joy, now only give her pain.
I remember the first time I ever got high--
The new places that I was shown,
I felt exhilarated.
I could open my mind.
I finally felt free.
I remember that neighbor girl whom I adored so much.
The silky and sheen golden river that was her hair,
The sweet tintinnabulation that was her laughter.
That big, orange and white moving van that took her away.
I remember how it all went down.
I remember sitting next to another one—one who claimed more broken than me.
I can still see the blue of her eyes and the light brown shade of her hair.
I used to read her favorite book to her.
There was a certain ring to her voice when she would say she loved me.
I remember the day we decided to grow illegal p
Sadly AloneLoneliness and sorrow were sitting at the parkSadly Alone3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When sorrow noticed it started getting dark
So he leaned down to lonileness and he said
"I'm going to go home, and cry in my bed"
Loneliness shook her head, and whispered a plea
"Just a little longer, would you stay here with me?"
With that said, sorrow wouldn't leave just yet
They both sat and watched as the sun began to set
Then loneliness said, in a cheerful tone
"when you are with me I'm not so alone"
Sorrow laughed gently and said with pure glee
"when we are together you make me happy"
So happiness and friendship sat at the park
After the night became very dark
They spoke with each other up until dawn
And now loneliness and sorrow are forever gone
i watched it burn. i did. and i wished it was you.the sky is burningi watched it burn. i did. and i wished it was you.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
red this morning, do you think
you could burn up, too?
CardiganI liked your cardigans because they were as soft as your skinCardigan2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and they seemed to match the atmosphere when we would sit at park tables,
eating our words with silver spoons
and sitting next to each other rather than across because we didn't like the rules
of platonic relationships.
You were left handed and your fingers and elbows would sometimes
accidentally collide with mine and you apologized
and I said that it was okay
when I really wanted to beg for more.
The truth was that I only ever wanted to know you and
touch your jaw and your fingers
and your elbows and your collar bones but that was not
appropriate for park tables and silver spoons
and you only wore cardigans around people who you thought of as just friends
and nothing more
DeathPeople are hereDeath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and then they are not.
we brush our teeth,
workout everyday all the while forgetting
that these temporary mechanisms,
these compilations of pleasures and blood,
of bones and bruises,
of vessels and kisses are just hosts
for a party of angels and demons.
I am here to talk about
a boy that I loved.
The one I held in my hands
like a baby as he breathed like
a leaf sunburned by the June sun
he held on to me,
more than physically,
begging me to understand that we, as human beings
are not bodies with souls,
but we are instead souls
This HallA few years ago I just sawThis Hall2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A crippled man walk through this hall
He passed the mute who told me lies
About birds who swim and fish that fly
Then the mime who shouts his act
Turned to me to face his back
Pulled a knife from his gun holder
Aimed and shot me in the shoulder
The stab wound blistered like a burn
I fell to the ground and stood stern
The armless woman reached for my hand
The police were called by the mute man
When they came they arrested me
For his crimes, the mime was set free
And the blind man just there stood in awe
At what he’d seen inside this hall
Soul X Maka Chapter 6 Love in the Black Blood RoomCHAPTER 6: Love in the Black Blood RoomSoul X Maka Chapter 6 Love in the Black Blood Room3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh I kind of remember this. But why are we here?" Maka questions, looking around the gothic styled room.
"I'm always here when I'm not conscious. Sleeping, knocked out, etcetera, etcetera." Soul explains. "At least that damn little ogre isn't here this time." He says looking where he usually saw the grinning demon near the record player.
"Oh " Maka sighs. She remembered their battle with Crona, how Soul jumped in front of her to save her from Crona's blade. If he hadn't he never would have become infected with the Black Blood, and he wouldn't have to suffer the way he did afterwards. And he wouldn't have that scar. Maka gets a tear to her left eye to the thought, catching Soul's attention.
"Maka, whats-?" He asks.
"Its my fault. That you have to go through all this If I wasn't so weak when we fought Crona, you wouldn't you wouldn't " She begins to say before choking up and almost breaking down. Soul walks to her
SoMa Fanfic - First MeetingSun showered all of Death City on a warm summer day. A cool breeze brought the smell of honeysuckle and freshly mowed grass in the Death City Park.SoMa Fanfic - First Meeting4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A small girl, no older than six, sat with her mother and father by the pond in the middle of the Death City Park.
Frogs croaked from the top of water lilies as they hopped from one to another. Dragonflies and butterflies flew about, gliding from lily pad-to-lily pad, flower-to-flower. Birds chirped and sang to their visitors from atop the high trees in the park; the sun peaking through its branches and leaves.
The girl smiled and pointed at a butterfly resting on a nearby flower. She, a bit un-swiftly, ran over to the flower, scaring the butterfly away in the process. She ran after it as it flew around the park and eventually flew too high for her to keep up, so she gave up. When she stopped she realized she was a great deal away from her parents. She glanced around and couldn't find them, but only found a small figure sitting against one o
Sick DaysSoul drowsily opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was early afternoon. Sunlight shone through his window angled straight at his bed. He groaned and tried to block it out.Sick Days4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His head was killing him and he felt dizzy and tired. He had no idea where Maka was, but vaguely recalled her telling him she was going shopping with Tsubaki.
He shook his head. He would never understand girls and shopping. Soul was the only one who saw her real clothes. He didn't understand why she bought so much of something no one ever saw.
Groaning, he rolled out of bed and clutched a chair while he waited for the world to stop spinning. It didn't. He stumbled through the hallway and into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. Remembering Maka's advice from last time he was sick, he sipped the water a little at a time. His throat still felt dry.
He leaned on the counter for a moment and realized he had nothing to do. He didn't feel like going anywhere, he didn't want to talk to anyone, and he certainly d
Tear meTake the flesh to lacerate.Tear me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Work it, knead it until it's ready,
then cut it slightly.
While the meat bleeds you smile;
when the stench grows, you smell.
Smell and smile while you tear me.
So this is what you want?
Pick up this illusion as a knife
an cut me slightly...
What are you waiting for?!
If this is what you want, then break my heart!
I will never laugh.
I will never laugh again.
I will never laugh again, that's all.
MaSo- Running Emotions- Chap.2 Soul had heard the front door shut, he jolted up from bed and out his door. He looked around.MaSo- Running Emotions- Chap.24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Maybe it was my imagination " He scratched his head, "Or maybe not "
He quickly made his way to Maka's room but he only found Maka's window opened slightly, her bed covers moved, and her jacket was gone. But there was a note on her desk, he picked it up and began to read:
Went out don't worry about it, I'll be fine.
He cruppled the note into his large hands. "What in the world is she thinking it's dangerous to be out without protection" He panicked a little. He wondered where she could have been and why she was out at such a late time.
He went out of her room and went to his. He grabbed a jacket that Maka had gi
broken bones are the least of it, get used to itso innocent,broken bones are the least of it, get used to it1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your arrogance
most would want to protect you..
i want to punch you in the face
maybe the bruise
will show you life's not black and white
maybe the scar
will show you nothing stays the same
maybe the blood
will clear your vision
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stopPretty metaphors are for pretty girls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Work of art.Don't wince at my scars, instead use them to find where I am broken, and put your body against the cracks.Work of art.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't let me fall out of myself again, the parts might fit together, but the breaks are never clean.
Sometimes I feel like glass in the middle of a war zone, just the sound of goodbye may destroy me.
I've picked up the pieces before, cut myself with shards of who I was, carefully pasted them together with who I am, hoping no one would notice.
The trouble is the masking tape I used, doesn't seem to mask anymore.
The trouble is I leave tiny bits of myself behind me, just so I can be found.
The trouble is my heart is made of clay and it might just break with one more fall.
Maybe that's the wonder of me, even once i've broken…I can break again.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Love Me Forever (Marie x Toilet)Love Me Forever (Marie x Toilet)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Love Me Forever. (a Marie x the toilet)
"Brr, It's cold out!" Marie thought as she sivered in the winter morning mist. She was waiting at the outdoor cafe for her fiancee-soon-to-be-husband the toilet.
"I was a little stupid to come early," she said to herself smiling. "he's always exatcly on time."
As she was admiring the shining silver ring on her hand, she heard the sound of clanking porcelin behind her.
"Toilet!" she smiled and ran over to greet him.
The toilet gurgled.
Marie gave it a quick kiss on it's tank lid. "tsk tsk, 30 seconds late." She teased.
The toilet gurgled.
She gave it another kiss.
"So, let's go inside shall we?" she smiled and led the toilet into the warm cafe.
Once inside the cafe, they chose a table to sit at, and looked at the menu deciding what they wanted.
"The peppermint tea sounds nice..." she thought aloud. "What will you be having?" she looked to the toilet.
The toilet gurgled.
"Sounds good, would you like to split the strawberry crepes with
Red is My Favourite Colour-- Bloody PoetryOne day we’ll meet, you and I. I won’t know when and neither of us will realize it. Eventually, we’ll get along and we’ll become friends and the way I’ll see you will start to change: but, here’s the catch… I won’t know it and you won’t know it, but we’ll both share a suspicion, except mine won’t come ‘till later. You’ll wonder what I think of you and I’ll ponder how I come across to you, but we’ll both just laugh and play it off.Red is My Favourite Colour-- Bloody Poetry1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Our friends will see it, they’ll ask questions, but knowing us, we’ll both deny it until one night I begin to ponder… Could it really be true? No, it’s my imagination. But while I take my time and gather all the evidence to convict my subconscious, you will already have all the evidence you need; all except one piece. Me admitting it. You won’t ask and you won’t prod. Hell, you won’t even drop
The Little ThingsThe way he would cup my face in his hands when he pulled me in for a kiss.The Little Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How well we slept when we were next to each other.
The way he would rub his thumb across my hand when he was holding it.
"The little things," in reality, are not little.
They're what make you fall in love in the first place.
What you hold on to when it's gone.
These moments, these memories are what flood your brain at 2 am.
You try to silence your thoughts and get some sleep, but you can't.
Because the people who hurt us the most are the ones we tend to cling to.