The Path of EnlightenmentThe hardest road leads to yourself.The Path of Enlightenment3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Six Word Story: SilenceI've never known a louder silence.Six Word Story: Silence2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
evanescent.he saidevanescent.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"i want to fly,"
and those dreamer eyes
were golden with ambition.
but when he jumped,
nothing broke his fall.
so now he lives in the
moments between the blink
of an eye.
shadows sing him
but sky larks no longer
cross his path.
"i want to fly,"
but she was too afraid of
now she sits on
the sidewalk and
she still remembered
how to dream.
i want to fly-
but what if
are not enough
to hold me up
in the sky?
are your dreams as
fleeting as mine?
the fragile nests
and wings of a baby bird,
afraid to take
the first step-
HilariousKeep on laughing...Hilarious3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you'll die first.
PerfectionBeing perfect is impossible.Perfection5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But being imperfect, is perfect in itself.
Love...I'm sick of reading "Love is..." literature...Love...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not because I'm bitter and don't believe in love, but because half of the time, they read as if they were written by eleven-year-old's that sucked a cock for the first time and they think it gives them the right to tell me what it is to love; what it is to be in a relationship.
That being said, love is when you respect one another on a level that one would never think possible. When you can look that person in the eye and confidently say that "This person is my equal." When you can regard them as your best friend. When you can get in an argument with them without yelling and degrading them because you can hear the logic and reasoning in their argument even if you disagree. Or at least calmly reason with them if they have none of their own, without condescending. Or when you can get into a yelling match, while still remaining respectful, and still resolve the issue on fair grounds. When you can towel dry red and swollen cheeks, irritated by
Reluctant TruthIt wasn't love, it was chemicals.Reluctant Truth4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you'll never even know their namesYou'll never even know their names.you'll never even know their names4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Epic of a Broken Heart1. I committed the perfect murder,The Epic of a Broken Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a slasher story on paper.
My pen bled the inky blood
of prosperous people and
the less-loved, little-lost,
captured the vocabulary
image of no one who
ever existed outside
2. There's blood on my hands
and at least some of it's
my own. The scars on my
my arms are invisible
to those who will not
3. No one wants to see
the ugly side of us,
we lost and angry children,
to find us anarchistic,
There is no
point to living.
4. More than dirt and roses,
on my grave is the stone
She Has No FutureI want to tie clocks to ceilings and shatterShe Has No Future4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
them to pieces like a
because time is my most
PhotographsOur lives, it seems are photographsPhotographs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moments of joy, snippets of sadness
Beginnings of one thing, ends of another
Simple snapshots taken just to be forgotten
They are worn and faded
Beautiful, but so often left in a drawer.
Quick and DirtyMy life story:Quick and Dirty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I regret nothing.
NamelessI am nameless. I have not always been this way. I mean, I assume at some point I did have a name, but not anymore. If you were to ask me for my name, I have long forgotten it. For years, I have been just another member of the human race, just another person that you pass on the street. No one cares about my story, who I am, where I'm going or where I have come from. If you looked at me, you would see just another person who will eventually be forgotten, and even if I am remembered, is remembered without a face, much less a name.Nameless6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I believe at some point to someone I had a name, and I might even still have one to someone somewhere. Someone who has taken the hectic world out of their lives and actually bothered to take the time to collect the names and faces of people whose acquaintance they made that are worth remembering. But it is my belief that there are very few of those people. In the
I'm So ScaredWhat is your biggest fear?I'm So Scared4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tragic AccidentA child traversed the street. Almost.Tragic Accident4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
EtiquetteI'm societyEtiquette3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I'm tradition and Culture
And I will kill you
A Blank SlateA blank slate.A Blank Slate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wiped clean of any and all familiar shapes,
reset to nothing. A world rocked,
then plunged into the dark.
Non-traversable landscapes expanding into the distance,
untouched by recent thought, uncluttered by memories
which so often strangle any freedom
under vine-like masses.
They'll never grow here. There's no nourishment,
nothing to feed the tangle, so it simply doesn't live,
then in turn it never gets the chance to die.
A single blink of an eye,
The human side of her cannot exist without machines.
The wires stretch across her,
every coil prolongs her breathing, every inch extends her life.
Every twist transmits an artificial means for her survival.
All it took was a fleeting collision, that she didn't even see,
and now she can never create.
Never think, never dream.
From now her only output is a stream of beeps,
that match the rhythm of her heart.
A Desperate DreamerThey reach for something untouchable, unreachable.A Desperate Dreamer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who what when where why or how.You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,Who what when where why or how.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.
No one knows who you are, you're just another face,
You could just disappear without a trace.
The blood red sky in your mind's eye,
It's always there but you don't know why.
You're just a part of a bigger whole,
And your heart is as black as coal.
You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,
But you can take it off and disappear again.
You're never noticed no matter what you wear,
It's a source of their contempt and your despair.
You could just disappear right now,
No matter who what when where why or how.
AsocialBlinded by neutralityAsocial4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sickened by reality
I'm finding that absolutely
Solitude suits me