Rainbow DustRainbow Dust2 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 dustů
The White MorgueThe White Morgue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
Danger Days :: Chapter OneA raven-haired man sat weakly doubled over. A corpse lay by his form, and the dark-haired man shook violently. Vomit ran past his dry lips, mixing in with the heated sand. Fuck, when was I hit? The sweat and dirt were stinging his eyes, and he gagged once more. The fabric covering his belly and right arm was smoking from the burn of the blasts. He'd hardly had time to register the pain during the fight, but then it was over and he was sinking into the sand and sicking up. His arms shook violently and he glanced to the side as he faintly felt a hand tugging on his vest. His dark eyes looked up to see a familiar man standing above him, his helmet reflecting the sun's rays. As much as Ghoul needed to be treated, at that moment, getting away was more crucial.Danger Days :: Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two large men, both in helmets, hurried over to help the smaller man to his feet. The one in bright red winced at the acids and partially digested food being absorbed by the sand. Hoisting Ghoul's weight on their shoulders, the
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer2 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
my poetic illusionit didn't take much to fuel youmy poetic illusion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but once you lit up, you were a
bonfire of dreams;
you were all my lyrics coming alive.
and it seemed so easy at the time
to mold you into my perfect cast;
a trophy from paradise, set in stone in my heart...
oh logic, so far away from me then
i cannot shake you now,
just like how cement has bound me
to the image of your heart--
it was my victory, my downfall.
for i lent my angels to you in your time of chaotic need,
but as soon as they were finished, you
now tastes of bittersweet perfection are the memories
on my lips.
you, my poetic illusion,
you are my victory and my downfall.
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LonelyHazel cider eyesLonely2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a pumpkin light
glance out the empty window.
No crunching footsteps chart the driveway.
No cast away candy wrappers decorate the weeds.
The table is set with gingersnaps
and cinnamon rolls sticky with glaze.
is two caramel apples,
a mug of spiced tea,
and no one to share with.
The candy apple red stains on her wrists
burn under lace cuffs. She tastes
ash and too-ripe pumpkin in her dry mouth.
Frosted dark-chocolate lips
hold their breath.
Distant laughter from bedsheet
ghosts haunts the wrought iron
gates creaky with disuse.
She nearly trips over
the cat in her distraction.
Waxy scarecrow fingers pinch
candles one by one -
nobody will ring her doorbell tonight.
Even the cat takes his leave,
slinking by before the door closes
on the last beam of light and slipping
through the iron bars chained with a forgotten
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,
Riddle PoemI’m the foe you can’t live without,Riddle Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m your worst enemy,
But there exists no single day in time
of you not missing me,
when you rhyme.
I’m not ever present for your fantasy to untie
the chains and borders,
that get your evil eye.
But when I seek you in your realm of dreams,
you no longer hate me,
so it seems.
You are the medium, but I'm not a ghost,
yet I do always
need a host.
Even when I'm gone I'm still on standby
to kiss and hug you,
so who am I?
Losing my BreathIt's 2amLosing my Breath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the calling birds
are hatching in my heart,
I feel it crack and they emerge.
Feel them drilling on my ribs,
the steady anxious thrum
of a flight risk
waiting to happen.
and I can't breathe,
memories of you
are nesting in my throat
I can't work around them.
It's cutting off the circulation,
and my frantic heart
tries to keep on.
and tears scratch their directions
into my cheeks,
they flounder and meander
and they erode.
My skin and soul is scraped down
layer by layer
and another day is heralded
by the angry flutterings in my chest.
I try to swallow my pride,
dam the tears
and crawl through the dark again.
Coughing up blood
and inhaling iron filings
(The remainder of
what used to be my life).
No One SleepsFly awayNo One Sleeps1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fly away to this peace of mind.
Break away for just a moment
Fly away to this peace of mind.
Break away for just a moment
And let your soul unfold.
Arrive at wit's end and
Feel yourself consoled.
Reach out and let go.
StormwalkerStormwalker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tread harshly on my nightmares
Make all my fears disappear
Hold me close, my rainstopper
So I won't be alone...anymore
A night like tonight-
It'll be alright
Tears seem to fly-
Within glistening light
Relieve thy tired heart
Put thy pain in my arms
Allow those woes to depart
The strong are the weak ones / Once the damage is finally done
Crack and shatter my soul / My protected tears are no more
Don't let my sympathy be wasted / My morals won't become faded
I'm leaving my heart open / Don't let yourself worsen
I will always care / I will always be here
This is what I will always be / The vanquisher of your agony
A day like today
You'll be okay
Bathe in this sunshine
Doubts will ignite
Recover thy power
You survived t
'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.
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 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.
Sick.life slouches against the doorSick.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[i think i can hear it crying]
sickly grins lick my lips;
rub the undersides
of scream-sore throats
stained with the sweetest sort of bruise
screams all my own
swallowed in cotton lungs
pressure in my skull
fire in my veins
holding the skin i had
clinging tighter to fragility
and i just can't find
the strength to cry
the night stretches on for months
i shake like a leaf
Chenbeard the PirateChapter 1:Chenbeard the Pirate7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I remember waking up, with the distinct metallic taste of blood swilling about my teeth. I spat a red glob of the stuff onto the stone floor and tried very hard, through the pounding of my skull, to determine why I had been left in such a poor state of affairs. Most of my memories had been jumbled up, no doubt by the violence inflicted upon me prior to my arrival. My thoughts were a nonsensical sequence of colors and sounds--most of which made no sense. I could recall several important bits and pieces though: a voice, one that was calling out for me and a warm hand, reaching toward the distance. Was that hand mine? I wondered, as the memory faded away. How exactly had I come to arrive in this place, that alone was food for thought.
My internal rumination however was soon broken by the sound of a rusted metallic gate, screeching it's lungs out as it attempted to open the way. I could not see the whining mechanism, but I could tell that it was defin
PirateEnglandXReader Mistaken Identity EpiloguePirateEnglandXReader Mistaken Identity Epilogue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pirate England X Reader
Arthur carried (Name) to his room and laid her down gently on his bed, stroking strands of hair out of her face. "I told you I'd come find you poppet," he said softly.
(Name) opened her gentle (ye/c) eyes and smiled at him. "I know. I never doubted you."
Arthur gently took one of (Name)'s hands in his own and held it close.
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you again."
"I can say the same Arthur, for myself and Peter." Arthur smiled and softly kissed the
back of her hand.
"I'm just glad you're both safe."
Suddenly, the door was pushed open abruptly and in came an overexcited Mindy, who rushed to (Name)'s side the instant she saw her.
"Mindy!" said (Name) sitting up a little too fast, making her recoil and fall back onto the bed.
"Don't overexert yourself poppet. You need to rest." (Name) nodded and tried to get comfortable again.
Mindy kneeled down next to (Name) and hugged her neck gently. "I missed you (Name)." Again, (Name) smiled.
"I missed yo
Mono.One morning a black pillar appeared in the center of town, within the boundaries of the park and right outside of the library. It stood at least thirteen feet tall and was as wide as a mature oak. They deduced it was made out of some kind of polished stone. Some guessed it was obsidian; others argued it was too strong to be such a fragile stone. It could have been granite, but when was the last time you saw black granite in that quantity, and in that shape?Mono.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should knock it down and drag it away!" someone shouted.
But they were too afraid to touch it.
"Why not just leave it here?" another suggested.
But they wondered what would happen if they didn't do anything at all.
Whoever put it there didn't do it alone. They'd need a truck to transport the thing, and they'd need some way to get it off the flatbed and stand it up straight. But why go to all of that trouble for a pillar of rock? Or was it part of someth