Nonexistent PerfectionShe dreams of perfectionNonexistent Perfection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect guy, sitting next to her
His perfect smile, shining down at her
His perfect arms, wrapped around her
His perfect voice, soothing as he speaks
His perfect everything, perfectly with her
His words gentle, loving, genuine
He would never lie to her.
He would never cheat on her.
He would never hurt her.
He would never stop talking to her.
He's perfect, remember?
She sits alone
Hurt, indecisive, and unknowing
Of why this dream can't be real.
She waits by herself for something to happen.
Nothing ever does.
She has been hurt.
Hurt by her own imagination.
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enoughNaPoWriMo: Day 62 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love her skin on good days,
to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness
in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 72 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
what they didn't tell mei was three when i looked up into thewhat they didn't tell me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saw the stars.
those lights twinkled at me,
told me their names &
they showed me how to tie knots,
taught me how to dance, &
how to appreciate something when you thought you
draco said he never looked away,
but he must have because
i was pushed.
i fell and not even pegasus could catch me.
they never told me how to love,
but maybe they don’t know quite what it means
to be star-crossed.
My Greatest PassionMany people think that writing is as simple as putting words on paper or on a screen. They think, "all I have to do is think of some words, and write them down." But to a true writer, to a true author, it's so much more than that.My Greatest Passion2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Even here on dA, many people seem to pass by literature deviations as if they're not worth the time. They don't feel like taking a few minutes to read the stories, poems, and fan-fictions, for some reason. Do they not think it's really art? Do they think that written works shouldn't be on an art site, and therefore they needn't waste their time on them? Or is it just laziness? Possibly, all of the above. Or none.
But regardless of what anyone else thinks, I know how I feel, and surely, how many other true writers feel. The things we write and post here, or anywhere, really, are like our children. They mean everything to us, because we created them with love and devotion, and tried our best to make them the best they can be. All we want is for them to be recog
castle-buildingshe always finds mecastle-building2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the edge of consciousness
-when i am
asleep to the sound
of her soft voice
filtering from the kitchen
-as she clinks her mug
trying not to wake a soul
i thought i hated
until i met her
now i long to be
the 3am coffee
that kisses her
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 52 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
'metaphorically speaking'you're tumbling with me through a sea of cloth'metaphorically speaking'2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and our bodies are waves crashing into one another.
lips crushing together, our waists whisper their longings.
tracing your collarbones with kisses,
i giggle, you shiver, you smile.
you're atop a forest and i'm down in the valleys.
grasping the arch of my back, your fingers like torches,
i shiver, you giggle, we moan.
i'm tumbling with you through a field of skin
and our bodies are blades of grass slightly licking each other
when the wind blows over and through us.
Pursuing my happinessPursuing my happiness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel the rubble beneath my feet
My eyes are clouded with a fog that restricts me from seeing
For now I feel blind, but from a distance I see a shining figure
Though I seem to be in a malevolent environment, I don’t feel like fleeing
With each step I take, the rubble pierces my feet
Though the pain is sorrowful, faith strengthens my heart
I know I won’t be disappointed with finding someone who shines in the dark
All of this will be worth it; this will be where my happiness starts
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 42 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
SoberAs I stand by your grave,Sober2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knowing just how my hands snatched your life from you,
I feel no sympathy.
So with my final "Goodbye,"
We truly fade away...
And as I turn from your headstone, I hear the whispered echo...
My FavouriteShe is my favourite.My Favourite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No siren song marks me deeper.
There is nowt but dust between us.
She is the herald of my thoughts,
The anthem of my days
She knows all my knowings well.
She is tense and bitter
when I must wear my Brave Face.
She weeps when I may not.
She pours her secrets, vermillion,
From ink to blotted page
So I may toss them aside, and breathe.
She is my favourite,
She who unmarvels me marvellously.
She who whispers in my tongue.
on being perfecti’ve got thison being perfect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
boy or two
nipping at my heels &
crawling into my bed
when it thunders
they hold this shiny crown atop my head
as if i am queen
of their whole fucking world
every damn night meets me with
restless insanity &
every damn morning greets me with
a sink because i can’t get to the fucking toilet bowl in time
a pretty blue prozac &
i am far from flawless, boys,
get off your fucking knees.
Return If Possible....Return if Possible...Return If Possible....2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rain droplets splattered the ground.
He sat in front of the grave stone. The albino with red eyes. Crying. The gravestone,looking lonely in front of him,embedded the name of his girlfriend on it.
(Name) (Last Name)
[insert year born here until this year right now 8D]
He remembered it all. All. How it happened and how he just stood there,in shock to do anything.
(Name) was walking through the streets,talking a walk until the Prussian caught her eye on the other side of the street. She waved to him. He smiled and waved back."Gilbert~"she cheered,running towards him crossing the street towards the albino.
Though she didn't pay attention that the light was green.
Truck horns blaring,red eyes opening in surprise,and a shriek that silenced it all.
Gilbert never noticed tears falling down his eyes. He only noticed that he just lost his beloved girlfriend.
Gilbert tightened grip of the flowers in his hands,tears pouring out of his eyes,
HatredYou are a hemorrhage. You are the violent implosion of my blood under my skin that makes it itch like I am morphine-high. You are my blood seeping from arteries into artillery and shooting holes through my over-ripened heart. You are the snarl on my lip and scars across my forearms that burst open when I over reach my capabilities. You are the writhing groaning dying beast in my ribbed cage that aches for a kill. If I released you, you would snap my neck and watch me spurt out the only truth between us; my blood. You are venom and sap, holding my structure together from otherwise limp apathy but nonetheless you are poison, and how I hate you, hatred.Hatred2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
WallpaperShe leaves the window to let the rain in. She watches the lazy river form and fall, seeping into the designer wallpaper and staining it. She watched the rain tug at the seams of the walls and imagined the room coming undone around her. She imagined the ceiling caving in and crushing her. She lay still and watched the rain fall. She lay still and tried not to breathe, to burn, to break.Wallpaper2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
always, and always.i saved my best friend from analways, and always.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of tired, young boys
fighting tooth and claw
my friends and family
were filled with hatred and disgust
for me and the lonely child
i had liberated
but i loved him
and kept loving him
until they loved him too
so, tell me the story
of the boy
with two daffodils upon
his little grave
and ask me if i give a damn about
ScarsSlender are the scars that bind,Scars2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That haunt my body and fragile mind.
They keep me here in this odd place,
And remind me that I fell from grace.
No matter who I choose to be,
They will always be a part of me.
I would be quite lost.
I need them,
Never mind the cost.
If only I knew what they were for,
And didn't endlessly thirst for more.
Scars so slender,
And so pale,
Raised on skin,
You never fail
To excite my darker dreams.
All I need is found within,
And placed upon unoffending skin.
A part of me they shall always stay,
Until my flesh has gone away.
Scars so pretty,
Let me see
Who I was and shall be.