Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
Punk!ArthurXPunk!Reader: The Scariest Things 5Punk!ArthurXPunk!Reader: The Scariest Things 53 years ago in Drama More Like This
You were running. Why? Because a serial killer was chasing you. You dashed up the stairs into your parent's bedroom. You knew there was a phone there. After you dialed 911, you told the operator what had happened. It was all happening too fast.
A strange man had knocked on your door. It had been a split second before he whipped out a gun and shot your father straight through the heart. Your mother had been next, through the head. She had whispered "I love you, now run upstairs and call the police." You immediately did as you were told.
"Come back here, sweetie," the killer called.
Little did you know he had already killed your grandparents. Your beautiful German grandmother, your strong Russian grandfather, your caring German father, and your gentle English mother. They were all dead, leaving you. Alone.
After you called the police as your mother instructed, you hid in the closet. You were 12, but you weren't stupid. All your mom used to watch were those murder-mystery shows. He must h
Your LightI feel the warmth of the lightYour Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living in my heart
Only you could give off such heat.
Vowing to do all I can do
Every second of every day
Your happiness is what I desire.
On this night I ask one thing of you
Understand, my dear, I love you
Or so I thoughtYou were my bridge over troubled water.Or so I thought3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my rock in times of trouble.
Or so I thought.
You were my calm.
You were my love.
Or so I thought.
You'd always be there.
You'd never go.
Or so I thought.
But you did,
leaving me behind.
You made me survive.
You made me alive.
Or so I thought.
You made me love myself.
You made my life worth living.
Or so I thought.
But I live without you,
I survive without you.
You made me stronger, independent.
You made me stand taller, prouder.
You made me a fighter.
And I don't need you anymore.
Not ever again.
Though I thank you for hurting me.
Without it I'd never be who I am now.
EnvelopedEnvelopedEnveloped3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry your kiss
Within my palm
The only evidence
You've ever existed
The clothes in the wardrobe
Could very well be
Just like the car
Parked on our driveway;
The golf sticks and fishing rods
And that stupid straw hat I never liked...
Along with the forever muddy boots
It could have been another man
Not to have forgotten
Every other anniversary
Tulip bouquets don't wear name tags
Nor do colognes
But the kiss came from you
Of that I'm sure
PerspectivePerspective3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind
The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within
Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence
Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal
The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
DizzyDizzy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning, then stumbling
Feet moving independent of thought
The world ever so light as it whirls underfoot
YouYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
LingerieEvery woman owns one garmentLingerie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not diamonds
with perfect exteriors--
we are fractured, as we
realize hourglasses can be exchanged
for quartz watches that are
faster, more convenient,
incapable of failure
made by the obsolete.
Learn.Learn to breathLearn.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't yet learned to see
Learn to love
I've taught myself to feel numb
Learn to cry
I might one day learn to fly
Learn to feel
Learn to know what's fake and real
Learn to burn
I know now I've learned to learn
The wall.The wall.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I'm on this side of the wall.
Insecure of what to do.
Should I ask, or should I call?
Should I say the words 'I love you'?
You're on the other side.
Not aware of me at all.
But why is it, that it feels so right.
Like there isn't even is a wall.
Just 5 minutesWe have become so dependentJust 5 minutes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Constantly checking for new messages
Or texts, or calls
We log onto our social networks
just know what others are doing
or saying to us
or think about
We have become so curious
Always checking in on people
Its almost like
Even if we needed the silence
we would think that we didn't
Set these things aside for at least
everyday, once a day
and just think
no music in the background
Phone off, monitor off
Don't get anxious
Don't let these things control you
Don't wonder if you have message or text
just take 5 minutes
and peacefully enjoy the silence
These things have taken over your life
Get your life back
for 5 minutes
enjoy the peace
BloodlustBloodlust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within
It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live
They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers
Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known
Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste the blood
The bond from within
~Gelukkig kerstfeest~ *Netherlands X Reader*~Prettig kerstfeest~~Gelukkig kerstfeest~ *Netherlands X Reader*3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Daddy!Netherlands X Mommy!Reader X Child!Fem!Belgium X Child!Male!Belgium*
'Drabble #11 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The fluffy white bunny shivered at the bubbly's girl touch,the blonde boy giving him a symphatetic look as if the non talking being could actually understand him.The flock of white jumped out of Bella's lap and landed on (Daughter's Name) frilly pink dress,causing the said girl to gasp in surprise.
Peeking one ruby red orb out of the mass of soft pink,the girl's gaze softened and a cute smile was placed onto her features as she started caressing with her thumbs the top of the bunny's head,whose ear fell limp in sign of pleasure - the small creature loved the gentle touch of the (h/c) haired girl,as she ressembled a lot her mom - fragile and trustworthy.
(Name) smiled softly at the scene,picking up Abel's white and blue stripped ribbon and as soon as that happened,the bunny hopped off (Daughter's Name) lap and headed off (Nam
SurrogateI stopped using his full titleSurrogate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it started sounding too formal,
and it’s hard to be standoffish with someone
who swaps albums and memories so generously,
who loves German chocolate but hates the smell of oranges,
who knows me by my boneless,
drowsy form on the couch and by my words.
And maybe one day he’ll ask
me to drop the title altogether and call him Brad,
but I won’t.
Because it sounds too much like dad,
and I’m afraid of slipping up.
WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.Words1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Who would like to start?” asked the group leader, poltroon. “Ruth, perhaps?”
The word quivered a little. “My name is ruth, and I’m an archaic word….” It gave a sob. “I’m so sorry…”
“Take your time,” said poltroon.
“It’s just so hard!” said ruth. “I haven’t worked in years, and I’m not sure I ever will again. But ruthless is constantly being employed. It doesn’t make any sense. How can people have ruthless without needing ruth?”
Dandled nodded sympathetically. “I rarely get any gigs nowadays myself. But when I do, I turn up and find dangled has pinched the job. ‘He dangled the baby on his knee.’ What the hell does that even mean? Sounds bloody dangerous to me.”
Be My SaviourShe says "I'm fine"Be My Saviour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She means "I'm scared"
She cries silent tears
filled with the pain
that life inflicts
on her innocent soul
She suffers alone,
isolated by her thoughts
and has no one to comfort her
in her moments of despair
and to stop the rain from pouring
from those delicate hazel eyes
All she desires is to be loved
and to know that she
has someone who cares.
A savior to dry the tears
that betray her,
softly pouring from her eyes,
like silent pouring rain.
Then the eyes of hope,
radiating with light,
smiled upon her
A hand reached out
and pulled her from despair
into the clouds,
away from it all.
For the first time,
in all her life
she had a glimpse of hope
that everything might turn out
The angel spoke softly,
with comforting words
smooth as ice:
"No need to cry,
put away your tears
until you really need them
and I'll stop them when they come."
Simply askYou need wisdom to manage life's challenges. I am your source. Look to me.Simply ask3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sometimes the way isn't clear, the answers seem vague, the questions seem indecipherable. I take great pleasure in giving you everything you need to live honorably, rightly, peacefully in your world, beginning with wisdom. Look to me.
You need wisdom. Wisdom helps to clarify. It separates right from wrong, good from bad. It discerns the best path out of many. So look to me.
When you need wisdom, ask. I will give it to you without holding back.
Pale Winter SunEmbedded in the grass, dead leaves are fitted with icy suits of armor..Pale Winter Sun3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And only when the sun bathes them in the morning do they cast away the battle of the night.
I can see the transformation as the light crawls across the ground.
Ice prevails in shadow.. Shrinks in the sun.
Leaving a stark, dividing line where the heat has not yet traveled.
In this deepening November..
I find the cold can no longer reach into my bones the way it used to.
The frost now melts on the surface.
Leaving the marrow within warm and undisturbed..
Untouched. Finally allowed to mend the fissures of the past.
At dawn, I'm comforted by the hazy pink of the sunrise.
Fascinated by the jagged edges of the ice, slowly dissipating on the windshield.
And all at once, I'm met with emotions I feared had left me forever.
The frailty of youth, the caress of wonder, and the undulled sting of honest longing.
Unlike the leaves and plants..
The harshness of winter can no longer stall the life coursing through my body.
It can n
A Slow Drive through YosemiteA Slow Drive through Yosemite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why people mix stimulants with depressants
I don't know, but it's appealing
when you pull out your flask
and top off your coffee.
You always said milk was a poor substitute
when you could pour 90 proof
and start your day off
on a foot you forgot you had.
You'd never set foot in a coffeehouse though.
No, those feet were preserved for sticking out windows
while your knees made an easel
on which you'd rest some admixture of hand and canvass.
"Drink and drive," you'd say, "It's okay"
because it made you see the Fall trees
like a cluster of red and purple paintbrushes
pushing up out of a cupped valley.
And you knew I always wanted to paint
like you, or the likeness of you,
but I couldn't bear to be you, and
I could never hold down a mixed drink,
much less paint trees with tips like paintbrushes
while sipping in the passenger seat.
GhostThe dream shatters around meGhost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a broken mirror.
Looking at the wreckage,
My reflection unrecognizable.
A broken image.
A broken heart.
I'm cut by the shards
As I try to piece it back together.
My blood sprinkles the surface
Like a red rain.
The mirror is whole again.
What's left of the dream.
I look at my reflection,
And tears finally begin to fall.