I'd Rather You Break Them.Clobber me with sticks and stonesI'd Rather You Break Them.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or with the poison of your tones
for toxic tongues do weaken me
as sure as weapons break my bones.
StrangerStranger, where can you be?Stranger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you lost; Are you gone?
Why do you hide from reality?
It'll be there where you are.
Stranger, don't hide from me.
I know you care, even if you don't
Don't hide away; it'll do you no good.
Open the door and let me in.
Oh tell me, what do you think?
Something's in there, yes I know.
I love you, and you know this.
So why do you still hide from me?
Stranger, you are a mystery.
You change as swiftly as the wind.
You are a current in the ocean.
An actor who's in disguise.
Stranger, you're not a stranger at all.
Treasure Bags of GoldTreasure Bags of Gold4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A bag of golden smiles, sir;
My only gift to give.
I've got no money, nor no food
Not much but cheek and grins.
I hope you take good care of them,
As I've done once before.
Learn moneys' but a luxury,
A laugh is worth much more.
They've helped me through the roughest past,
Shined light upon the darkest path,
Sometimes I felt I couldn't laugh,
Like I'd never, ever hope.
But then someone came up to me,
And handed me a bag of these,
The same of which you've now received.
Who would've guessed a bag would fill the hole.
Remember life is FULL of treasure bags of gold!
Our greatest gift...
Perfection.I thought that you were perfectPerfection.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As amazing as could be
Who knew that this strange effect
Could possibly happen to me?
How you made me feel
My feelings, you were stirring.
It seemed to not be real
Who knew this would occur?
What happened last made me sick.
Who knew? Not I?
You'd turn out to be a dick.
Never had I envisioned
Didn't want to, tell the truth
But that was your decision
To once again be a douche.
14. Waiting"Next! Name please."14. Waiting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young woman shuffled forward in line looking nervously at the gatekeeper. "S-sadie" she said.
"Who are you waiting for Sadie?" The gatekeeper asked. He smiled, but the warmth didn't reach his eyes.
"Um, well... Trent. I'm waiting for Trent..." she said. Sadie blushed and her bangs fell over her face, hiding her expression from view.
"Ah yes, Trent." He said, shuffling through a few papers. "Five more years according to our records. Please wait in the terminal to your left."
Sadie stood there a bit surprised. "Five years?" she asked
"Yes." the man said briskly, "have a good day. Next!"
Sadie walked slowly towards the terminal in a daze, "How can I make it that long?" She thought to herself. She looked up as she came to the terminal entrance, a large, neon sign flashed in bold, captivating letters spelling, "Happily Ever After."
"With love," she said "I'll make it with love. Besides if he had died before me, he would have waited right?" Mind made up, she marched in
LustShe was the brokenhearted girlLust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in a world of roses and lies
He was the boy with the ocean eyes
A diamond in a world of coal
They fell in like at onceuponatime
And finally love at happilyeverafter
He was a knight in shining tinfoil
A Cheshire Cat whose smile remained
She was nothing but a damsel in distress
Not seeing, for her hero was a ghost
A world of lust and love and pain
Was that of the brokenhearted girl
For one should never trust a light
That shines brightly in the dark
I Am FromI am fromI Am From4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And days with air
Nights with rain and
Wet green frogs with eyes like shattered gold
Damp emerald moss
And love, and thousands of
Ladybugs safe for winter
a rusted swingset
frosted, faces flushed
Children held close
I am from
mud puddles and smooth stones
FatedLover's hearts b r o k e n by crossed stars.Fated4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'd Hate to be Harry PotterI'd hate to be Harry PotterI'd Hate to be Harry Potter6 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I'd hate to be harry potter,
With glasses, scar and wand.
I know he went to Hogwarts but
That's something I don't want.
I know that he does magic tricks,
And hangs with Dumbledore.
That would be fun if I could stop
The teenage girl author.
I just can't stand the fan fictions
That tell of his new love.
The one Rowling forgot about,
The one that he's dreamed of.
The beauty that is Mary Sue,
(Not based on you, I'm sure).
Who sweeps him off his tortured feet,
The one we must endure.
Forget about Ginny Weasley,
She simply can't compare
To Mary Sue, so beautiful,
With hair so blonde and fair.
With curls that spiral gracefully
And rest upon her cheek.
With highlights of pink and purple
That makes her look so sleek!
I would describe more of her looks
But that could take foreva
You see, it may take two chapters
Just to describe her hana
(She thinks it's Japanese for eyes),
That's all part of her charm.
She cares not for cannon or prose,
Which causes us alarm!
BlindRiver flow; leaves blow,Blind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets and grass grows.
Then time froze,
Like a broken violin string,
It spiraled inward,
Weren't we supposed to move forward?
I take a breath, and spit out black.
We've messed up; I guess that's a fact.
Still, why do we wait?
We pile the marbles into a sack,
Until it over flows, out of our control,
I escape to a forest,
Beaten and tired.
Away from the repression,
Away from the greed,
The murders, the lust,
Geography has died,
It's a lesson for us all.
I close my eyes; and sigh,
The scent of apples in the air,
It's kind of hard to describe,
I feel like a man who's blind,
Amidst a billion colors,
I feel like a man who'sblind,
Amidst a billion colors,
I smile, because I could still see the sun shine.
Can we keep it like this?
Asphyxiai am a summary of pain;Asphyxia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am nothing more
than bruised bones
and tender tendons.
give me morphine,
give me novacaine;
give me anything
except that sad smile
that took your goodbye by the hand
and led you away
where i couldn't reach you.
you left, you left me here
empty and alone
and i still remember the warmth
that was your hand in mine.
God, how you broke me.
i am hollow:
inspiration at its worst.
i am full
of trembling words
and tender pains
into the light
of examining angry
i am empty,
yearning and angry,
as i wait
for your sea
to fill me up.
i am a medical emergency,
stretched and thin.
my seams pull apart
with the exquisite precision
of agony and apathy,
and all the king's horses
and all the king's men
don't know how to
put me back together again.
i am slipping back
into old-age habits.
i put too much sugar
in my bitter morning coffee
because it reminds me
of the sweetness
that was the taste
of your lips;
i inhale and exhale
in my empty, cold bed