Return If Possible....Return if Possible...Return If Possible....3 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,
ScarsSlender are the scars that bind,Scars3 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.
'metaphorically speaking'you're tumbling with me through a sea of cloth'metaphorically speaking'3 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.
Face on the WallLove, anger, blood, or a rose bedFace on the Wall3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A path of stardom upon which chosens tread.
Danger of a poisonous apple to be fed
to an uncrowned beauty whose lips tell a tale unsaid.
The wall inside his head,
With imagination it is all set to be painted.
Imagination lit by the color-Red.
The depths of the ocean that can never be seen through
An open mind like the limitless sky, flying in freedom found new.
Of the beauty that lies in her eyes, she had no clue.
The wall inside his head ready to be born anew,
to unravel the mysteries that it held-the color blue.
Darkness, negativity, engulfed the sad sack.
So lonely, no one to catch her when she falls back.
But there is another face to this, that should not be held back.
Elegance, simplicity and beauty in those locks of hair falling on her bare back.
The wall inside his head says, "Explore! Experiment, with the most versatile of all" -the color black.
Peace, purity, everything that is right.
The moon in the night, pearls and diamonds sparkling in sunl
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust…
Every single tomorrowSo many words describeEvery single tomorrow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how I really feel
yet not words say it right
and make it seem as real
as it seems to me
because no matter what I say
I can't describe the rush
that comes my way
when I feel your touch
and my stomach flips
then there's that feeling I get
when I can feel your lips
as they part against mine
and my heart beat skips
quite a few times
as my conciousness dips
from the feeling of happiness
that only you can bring
and it my world
it's for you that the birds sing
because you are the reason
that I get up every day
and in and out of each season
I wouldn't want it any other way
so no matter how much time passes
I'll want to be with you everyday
lying down on green grasses
wasting our time away
with fingers intertwined
and lips brushing
a soft touch of your neck
and I can feel your heart rushing
though it seems to me
that no words can explain
the compexity of our emotions
that will forever remain
so I will tell you here
to hold back your tears
because no matter what you think
1. The Black Rose1. The Black Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphir
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.
To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The savior I awaited
Lifted me up and triumphed
I prayed as much as I needed
Even when I was beyond drowning
I knew a kind soul would pay heed
Every mourning human deserves saving
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.
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 82 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 102 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
RainRain3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
Journey of a Saiyan chapter 1-Planet Vegeta-Age 732Journey of a Saiyan chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"King Vegeta!", says Zorn, one of King Vegeta's most trusted advisers, and one of the top Saiyan commanders, "Yes? What is it, Zorn?", asks King Vegeta in reply. Zorn crosses the throne room, kneeling at the steps beneath King Vegeta's throne before speaking, "It would appear Gyza and his squad have just returned from their most recent mission. Should I give them orders to scout the planet that our intelligence discovered the other day? I was told it is a very lush and beautiful planet, with little to no inhabitants to speak of, it would seem it is an empty planet, perfect for a small team to take over with no trouble and bring us in a hefty profit." King Vegeta looks up at the ceiling of his throne room as if in deep thought, "Hmm...isn't that planet in the same sector as that Maikaisho that we've been hearing rumors about?", King Vegeta then looks down at Zor
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 53 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
I BelieveIt's December 21st, 2012 in Montreal.I Believe3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
First thing in the morning,
I look outside my bedroom window and it's snowing.
WAIT – NO!
It's raining again.
It's kind of like this city's friend died,
And it can't decide if it should give the cold shoulder
Or if it should cry.
Walking down the street today is like walking across a beach during summer vacation.
Except the water is sub zero,
And every now and again you'll have white petals knocking on your head,
As if it wants to tell you something.
Our cities are changing.
Not just my home town of Montreal.
A Hurricane reached New York only 2 months ago.
A feat undefeated.
Our cities are heating. Screw whoever says global warming is a myth.
I don't need money hungry politicians telling me what to believe
So that they can continue to throw trash into the ocean
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 43 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.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
FirefliesWe kept cicadas and caterpillars in mason jars, but never fireflies. My brother still has a cicada from three years ago, sleeping away under the lid. Grandpa says it'll stay that way for 17 years like all cicadas do, and it's okay to keep them safe.Fireflies3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But we don't catch fireflies; they don't live that long. They say light travels faster than anything, but our bugs are fat lazy things that travel nowhere in a big zigzag. The tall grass lights up with tiny little flashes every night all summer long and all is dark not two months later, but for the time being they don't even know they're dying.
SleeplessCut out our eyelidsSleepless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
take them into decorations
consider them considerations of the
Beautiful lonely night
who stays up all of the time
with her thousand twinkling eyes
that never blink
Only to have them ingored
by the stunningly
envious hands of dream
So let us not sleep,
but appreciate the dark
she longs for two like us
of pure and moon-like hearts
duo's like us to run
wild in the streets
from the opaque soldiers
from the pounding of their feet
from the sleep warriors
the minions of the sandman
but we shall make them halt where they stand
For we will paint the town
As they paint their unreal dreams
And we'll take a ride on ambitions
as they take a ride on sleep
And I will gladly trade
an eternity of rest;
a lifetime for a day
If it means we could not sleep
if it meant I could stay
with you through
the neglected night
and act out our dreams
in the faintness of starlight
and when my eyes droop
and my thoughts become tight
I will cut out my eyelids
and forever be alive
i am an artist.I may not have the best skills,i am an artist.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be the most well known,
I may not have the most expensive materials
I am an artist.
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever