The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
HannahIt looks... So frail, so fragile...Hannah9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slightly large eyes, false windows
making this shell look
Light, as if filled only with feathery, arid thoughts.
Who would know?
Who could guess that this frail shell is filled
With dark clouds, swirling lightning...
Who could know the dark, terrifying things
these eyes have seen,
felt the pain this body has known...?
Who would know?
No one and the Self.
The Self that lives in the body.
The Self that keeps the body going.
The Self that laughs at the terrors
because no one knows
No one knows
And if the Self were to die in the face
of the horrors she sees...
Who would know?
Who would know?... -No one.
At the Bottom of the StaircaseSherlock crept down the old creaky staircase of the country manor holiday house, feeling his hand along the fleur-de-lis wallpaper and squinting through the opaque gloom and the shifty suspicious shadows to see his footing, so not to miss a step and tumble head-over-heels in a ball of scruffy black curls and chalky limbs. He was careful to keep an even distribution of weight so not to create an almighty squeak that would echo around the house and the moors and marshes that rolled in the landscape beyond the walls. He could hear his breath trembling violently in his throat, and so clamped his teeth over his lip to silence himself, only to have another gasp burst out of him when he couldn't stand the pressure any longer.At the Bottom of the Staircase3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Sherlock could see a dark shape crouched in the hall. His mind raced through haunting stories of terrible monsters and heinous fiends and the snacks they liked to gobble: small children who were up way past their bedtime. Sherlock
A Bleeding Rose Slowly HealingA Bleeding Rose Slowly Healing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Bleeding Rose Slowly Healing
I’m going to tell you a secret
The biggest of them all
I will tell you this secret
The happiest I’ve ever told
A year ago on this day
My heart was broken
My rose was bleeding
And when I’d lost all hope
An angel came to see me
I’ve never felt these feelings
These emotions they are so great
And when I wake up in the morning
The angel is on my mind
A year with her is closing in
And I just want her to know
what great of support she is
And that I have kept
Every secret she has told
I used to be bleeding
My heart was a rose
Pouring out red
But you held it in your hands
You kissed my bleeding rose
You tended it everyday
You slowly warmed it up
You healed it everyday
I know you think you are a bother
But you are not even close
I love you my angel
With every bone
My rose is healing
You’ve been patient so far
Please don’t let me go
I’ve gotten used to your warmth
My heart was shattered
My rose it bled
But I know my darling
Love AgainLove AgainLove Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Every possible future will mimic the past
I've stayed awake-
Inside the eternal moments that I've created
And my immortal regret-
Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"Je t'aime3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
Summer '11Summer '114 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i cant understand what im feeling right now
i just want to cry in the rain
the tears wont stop falling from my eyes
why is this bitter-sweet pain?
Thinking of the tears make me laugh
cause the reasons were dumb
Yet thinking of the laughs
make me wonder where all these tears are coming from
I don't want to cry
i want to be strong
but seeing these tears
is probably a sign that i've been holding it in for too long
This may be goodbye
but in my heart you'll always have a place
i will never forget you
and i'll never forget your face
I try hard to stop crying
look in the mirror and fake a smile
I guess this is the price i pay
for making memories that were worthwhile.
One day for sure,
We'll meet again the future.
Thank you for the moments we shared together
Because of you,
this has been the best summer ever.
Heartbreak...HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEELHeartbreak...9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I'm waiting outside to tell you you're lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I'm laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death
Hold out. It's such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don't at all.
It's the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my tongue for way too long.
Smiling as I raise my head and softly ask how was your day and I'll sleep on the couch at night, I'll even stay out of your way, I'll keep you safe when you are not, I'll keep you warm when you are cold, I'll wake you up at 2 am just to tell you that I care.
I find solace in the curves of your hips, I think you're beautiful even tho
The optimist and The pessimist"Why are you crying my dear?" He asks with worried eyesThe optimist and The pessimist4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"I'm not crying, I just have something in my eyes."
"You can't lie to me, tell me. I thought I was your best friend."
"It's nothing, leave it"
"Tell me, what seems to be bothering you"
"And what would that be?"
"I don't know."
"Come on you can tell me."
"Life is hard"
He smiles and says "is that what's bothering you?"
She nods sobbingly
"Well, it's your life isn't it? Your life will be the way you see it. Go on with life
with a positive approach and nothing will be difficult. It's your life, take it where you want to go."
Hearing this, the tears stopped.
"My friends betrayed me."
He didn't even have to think before he answered.
"If they were really your friends they would of never betrayed you. Isn't it a good thing? You finally learnt who your real friends are."
He was right, she thought.
"My boyfriend dumped me for another girl."
"He might have never loved you dear. It's better he is gone or he would of hurt you mo
Kiss the reaperMy heart has grown colder,Kiss the reaper4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tear drops have become as ice.
My life is careening downhill like a runaway boulder,
A soul filled with holes as though chewed by mice.
A knife in my heart,
Blood running freely from my chest.
My world has come apart,
I've failed this test.
I can't take this,
I have no desire to live one more day,
The reaper I wish to kiss,
In this world I wish not to stay.
PaintingI will paint with my tearsPainting1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you will understand
The monster inside of me
I will make you understand
Why I am how I am
The painting is almost complete
Nervousness is what I feel
As you look at my heart
But my tears still drum on the canvas
You look up at me
And as another tear falls
You kiss me
Whispering that It will be okay
That my darkness is not a weakness
Even if I’m a sinner lurking in shadows
I don’t know why I deserve you
I really don’t
But every time you embrace me
Nothing feels wrong
The Feeling of LoveI often wonderThe Feeling of Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I look at you
How that butterfly
Gets in my chest
AC - Anything to make you smileAC - Anything to make you smile3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That time is not long gone it's just been a few years and flown away in a heartbeat, fallen like drops among the sand. But, as short has their new times have been, everyone around him notices how a major change is carved in the whole of his being, in his breaths, in his words and steps.
As he walks along the fortress, bound to his duties, he seems to tread the line between the sky and the earth. He moves in the complex turns of time with a rare easiness.
Although he talks and acts as always, keeping his gestures perfectly natural, his presence is enough to amaze his companions; they watch his steps in silence, then turn away and whisper to one another fragments of his story.
When it comes to him, it's a completely different matter. He cannot see why everyone in the Brotherhood knows his life as a legend; when he reflects on it, it seems impossible for him to have become what they think he is.
He merely leads a man's life, feeling better than ever, and there's nothing
Loving to Hate LoveI love you with all the hate I can muster. Your beautiful face makes me sick. Within your intelligent eyes I see nothing but density. You have become so old fashioned in your ways that you are modern. Your soft hair is greasy with lies and your foul mouth rots with delicateness.Loving to Hate Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.
Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 12Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 122 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Title: Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 12
AN: Once again, not all the military stuff is accurate~ If you would like to serve your country, please contact your nearest recruiter! Saspibo!
You held a paper in your hands, one that could define the United States as you knew it. It held a great many things, so you read it carefully. In short, civilian terms, it seemed the whole world was preparing for war. It was still too early to place bets and pick who would defeat who; they were just starting to build their armies. There was something suspicious going on in Japan, and something fearsome happening in Russia. Italy was daydreaming, as usual. But Germany, China, The United Kingdom... They were all gearing up for something.
Naturally, the United States of America had to respond. The paper was warning of a bill of would allow the United States to abandon it's START II treaty with Russia and exce
You're worth waiting forLet’s take it slow, if you want us to growYou're worth waiting for3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our love is our gentle abode, and I just want you to know
That my patience is unknown, but for you, I will hold
I’ll just have to flow, and always remain with hope
Because much time has already passed
And a lot has happened, so sudden and fast
But with each moment, we get closer and forget the past
With each mistake, we start growing, with each, we understand
But now that patience is a big part of my life
I hope that one day, you'll also be mine
It could take a while, it could also be soon
But none of that really matters, because I truly belong to you
Fabricated WorldFabricated World2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's dark here
And I'm wandering
Through coloured halls with eyes that follow me
And all these sudden wounds are crippling me
But in front of my eyes a figure begins shifting
Crimson moves, could I possibly be dreaming?
As I feel my body entangled in thorns
And I collapse within a nightmare of fabricated beauty
My eyes decieve me
A child calls out to me
And a colorful world erupts around my memory
What sort of twisted mind could create a world so cruel and fascinating?
In which dazzling monsters bargain for each other's souls
Where blood runs like acrylic paint
And heavy hearts drag behind jealous smiles
My hands are shaking
As I hold them out to you
Escape with me, I promised that I'd rescue you
But outside of this strange dream
Would you even remember me?
I suppose you'll just have to take my hand and see
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.You're Not Depressed9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, it's not depression.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, it's not depression.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, it's not depression.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, it's not depression.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
It's not depression.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by yourself in the dark,
Cried when yo
My HeroMy HeroMy Hero2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'' Next presentation, Lucas! '' The teacher said fast and commanding. A sixteen years old boy got up from his chair and walked slowly to the teacher's desk. He was nervous, he felt his palms getting sweaty and his heart beat like a bass drum, hard and regularly. The teenager gazed over the classroom and he could see faces he knew, and some which he despised.
He swallowed hard before he started speaking with a shaking voice '' M-my hero. ''
Lucas swallowed another time, he knew this would be hard but he had to do it, he had to. The boy opened his mouth once again but this time it was strong and certain. '' When the teacher asked us to write an essay about our heroes, I knew at once who I would write about. Not a pop artist, not an actor or an athlete. I knew at once that I wanted to talk about my father. ''
He could see some eyes roll in the crowd and he felt this pit in his stomach, but it was too late to back down, too late '' And why I chose to tell you about my father is b
Sad GirlYou've pierced my heart and left me to dieSad Girl10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit all alone and wonder why
It's hard to go on without a heart
It was your razorblade words that tore it apart
Scribbling down sentences to describe how I feel
Nothing I write can feel this real
The mirror reflects a pain that will never fade
I'm trapped in a mess that I've made
Duct taping broken pieces that fit into place
Mascara running down my face
At a frantic pace my fingers missed
A lose piece fell and slit my wrist
Just enough to see a peek of red
The way this night ended I'd rather be dead
Unacceptable Desires chapt 2Warning! This story contains twincest so don't read unless you like thatUnacceptable Desires chapt 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cold air hit him like a fist to the stomach, he was only wearing a cotton shirt and the temperature outside were dropping below 0 as autumn went on but he didn't have the luxury of going back into the house for more clothes. Knowing the guys would be in there having pie made him whine, it meant they were staying for another hour and there was nothing he could do about it.
Passing the apple tree he reached out and stroke the bark with shivering fingers, the rough surface felt nice against his fingertips, it had a soothing effect on him and he leaned in to rest his forehead against the trunk trying to find back to the self confidence he had experienced earlier. It had felt so amazingly good to be able to pull a dinner like that off and he had suck up all compliments like a sponge, placing them all in his heart, especially the ones given by Tom. He had smiled the cutest smile ever and nodd
Play With Me.I said life is too short to play games.Play With Me.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But no one really comes out and says what they want. We dance around desire like moths around flame, afraid of the power we have. We don't even take the time to go get what we want. We leave that love to dreams and fantasy. We convince ourselves we are happy with what we have. Phrases like "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with" begin to define us.
Sometimes we push people away to see if they'll come back. Why bother playing? Do you want me to chase you harder? Just tell me. I guess I'm strange, 'cause I don't think honesty kills the thrill of the hunt.
What are we built for? What is our goal in life? I say it's happiness. It's love. It's mutual sacrifice and compromise. I don't want to be a moth anymore, wings singed with the flames of need and desire. I want to be fulfilled and filled, and not be afraid.
I don't want to guess at what you feel. I want to bare my heart to you as I have bared my body, and not just because
Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”Letters Live2 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