Because I Forget Some broken heartsBecause I Forget3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Will love again,
Some fractured minds
Watch sun-rise, and mend,
Some happy dreams
Are cherished by friends,
Because you have love,
You will triumph again
Some broken hearts
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.Yellow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
Slutit implodes on the walls of your skullSlut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and slides, sickly
off your tongue
like the body of a slug.
when it hits the floor
it is not quiet,
but sharp as a slap
and totters out of
they are disgusting
and you are ill.
there is no more room
washed away by the slime
coming out of your pores.
the fault is yours
A Lover's LongingI don't think I'll find peaceA Lover's Longing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until you're here with me
When my body can physically feel
What the Universe has made to be
Every time I hear your voice
I get a shiver up my spine
I giggle like a schoolgirl
Living out adolescence in its prime
I don't think I'll love another
Quite as much as I love you
Sheerly because we're best friends
And are alike in so much that we do
I hug my pillow at night
Wishing it were you instead
Crying the driest tears
That leave no stains upon my bed
I wish I were with you every day
That I may express my love for you
In a slightly differing sense
Than that which you are used to
AlienAlien3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must be an alien
The others handle it so well
They move on
I must be an alien
The others handle it so well
And I'm dying
I must be an alien
The only thing that I want
Is a friend
To hold me, to control me
I wish I could turn humanoid
Maybe then I wouldn't be alone
And I'm open
I must be an alien
I'm on the outside looking in
Beyond's PoemI hear the screaming and moaning of agony from all around me.Beyond's Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It echo's from the walls as I listen to its pain.
Red eyes glow with sick and twisted amusement
Such a sweet sound to my ears.
Just like candy.
Now some would be scared and crawl up into a ball by now having to listen.
Instead I scream with them.
In this asylum.
In this home of mine.
Oh its like Halloween everyday.
Such a scary place to be, wouldn't you agree, Miss Misora?
Scarier then me?
He sent me here to the 'crazy house' or 'loony bin'.
Do you know what they say?
It's actually kind of funny about what these people told me.
What they diagnosed me as.
They said I suffer from a disease.
This is one fun disease.
They say I am suffering from insanity.
Oh, no. No, no.
They are wrong, so very wrong.
I do not suffer from insanity.
Instead I enjoy every sick and twisted moment of it.
And, L, there is nothing you can do to change that.
My Crossdressing God-dessToday you are a girl,My Crossdressing God-dess5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you stuff your sister's bra,
3 tissue boxes are casualties,
In your crusade for beauty.
As you apply lipstick,
In front of our cracking mirror,
I mention that this is the 5th time this week,
You've paraded yourself in miniskirts and hooped earrings,
And I wouldn't mind normally,
Perfume has begun to smell like gunpowder.
Today you are a boy,
So you dust off your abandoned wifebeater,
And rub your ignored adam's apple gingerly.
As you apply shaving cream,
In front of our cracking mirror,
I mention that your unnaturally deepened voice,
Sounds like a bad imitation,
Of a butterfly wearing bear claws.
You reply in a whisper,
"Butterflies aren't as ugly as me,"
And my heartstrings are played like an orchestra.
I hold you tighter than usual,
And run kisses over your waterproof mascara from yesterday.
I say to you,
"I wish I could be your cocoon,"
And those pools of confused blue,
Seem to still themselves,
You press your body more openly against mine.
Worse angelsWho can say that you are good,Worse angels7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I am bad?
This world isnt black and white.
Its all in color,
And shades of grey.
You may be a beautiful angel.
But so am I.
Who here is the worse angel?
Who here can say?
I am no horrible demon.
Born of fire.
Nor shall I return to fire.
I may be different than you.
But why do you fear me?
Is it our differences?
Or the fact that we are two sides of the same coin.
Save file CorruptedSave file Corrupted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone gets attached to something at one point in their life. Me, I'm attached to my Pokémon. Yes, I'm attached to the little pixels and data that make up my beloved Pokémon. I'm attached to the point where I gave my Pokémon back stories, have to trade them when I restart the game, I even feel guilty if I try to remake my team. Silly, I know, to get attached to game data, but I do anyway. No other example is greater than when I got attached to my newest Emerald team.
After much rearranging, my team consisted of a male swampert named Slap (troubled Pokémon murderer bent on revenge), male skarmoray named after my friend Seawhisker (flock got shot down and is bent of revenge), male mightyena named Poochum (exiled and abused by his pack), male manectric named Pooch (his love died), rayquaza named Thanatos (formerly an Angel that got incarnated as a Pokémon), and a female absol named Kuro after a friend (separated from her human friends and reincarnated
BulimiaGluttony grabs me at lightning speed,Bulimia8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel at once that I must feed,
Raiding the cupboards I stuff my face,
Stomach filling, self disgrace,
Rush into toilet, lock the door,
Hands and knees now meet cold floor,
Sink tap running to drown out sound,
Will keep my secret, I cant be found,
Head bent over the toilet seat,
Punishment for all Ive had to eat,
Fingers scrape the back of throat,
Abruptly I begin to choke,
Vomit coursing over tongue,
Gasps for breath as head stays hung,
Flush the toilet, wash evidence away,
Back on the scales to check what I weigh,
Wipe the straying tears from my face,
Then close the bathroom door on my secret disgrace.
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Blinded ArrowTo love is not to squander timeBlinded Arrow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wondering which once a stranger strayed
Can it ever truly be mine?
Not that beauty, that darkness made.
For Love is not to throw away
Nor to recognise as one's own
The testimonial that describes the say
The judgements of Love's tone.
For that which one may call a cause
Another labels a symptom, strong and sweet,
Across the hearts skipped beat, a pause
A flushed mark that doth bear heat.
Love is not a game for fools to gamble
Blinded arrow does strike, not true nor amble.
The Bet [creek]Chapter Two: The GirlsThe Bet [creek]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wendy spotted the blonde right away and waved her over. There were six girls sitting there. Wendy, a girl with massive blonde curly locks, a stout red haired girl chewing gum, one with dull brown hair who sat with a judging expression, two with black hair, and another curly blonde girl. Eleanor took a seat at the end across from Wendy, next to the red head.
"Let me introduce you to everyone. Bebe, Red, Heidi, Jenny, Esther, and Annie. Everyone, meet Eleanor,"
"Like the chick from the song?" the long blonde, Bebe, scoffed with food in her mouth. She had an endearing quality, a certain twinkle in her eye, but came off as very aggressive in the way she carried herself, slouched with a superior expression that displayed humor. It was intimidating, but Eleanor kept her ground.
"No, more like my grandma."
Most of them laughed and Bebe smirked.
"Soo," the burly Red, spoke, "why'd you move?"
"My mom got a teaching job at a college in Denver. The houses were too exp
I grew upI outgrew my age 4 t-shirtI grew up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I destroyed my age 8 smile....
I laughed at you the first day I met you
Then I ran a mile
I had my first kiss
It was a miracle
It took a long time to happen
I fell off the horse
The first time I rode it
The laughing made it worse
But I didn't care
I told the other girls
That they were all so stupid
They were being really annoying!!!
But sure now that I am
Social reject number 24 anyway
I messed up my first cafe job
I spilt the coffee on a customer
Called Bob - He wasn't very happy...
And I got fired on my very first day!
And my boyfriend dumped me
I begged him to stay
I got brain freeze from eating
Far too much pity ice cream
I cried myself to sleep that night for the millionth time
I got a brand new mobile
And 'accidently' put it in the washing machine
I wore teddy pyjamas to school one day.....
I ripped my trousers
BECAUSE THEY CAUGHT ON SOMETHING
A tin of baked beans fell on my head
I wore my best dress out to my prom
It got reuine
FreedomI envision an earth,Freedom9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all shackles melt away,
leaving footprints of antiquity
and evanescent grays.
Where I can set sail
on any sea.
My heart as my compass,
and I am free.
I envision soaring,
seeing pyraminds as dust.
Iron bars bend with tumultous winds
and the bonds begin to rust.
When I spread my wings
aloft all of the trees
My heart as my compass,
then I am free.
LifeLife is the wind blowing through the trees,Life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life is the sound of the buzzing bees,
Life is the smell of a summer day,
Life is amazing in every way.
Life is all there is to know,
Life is what makes flowers grow,
Life is important so don't forget,
Life is great so don't regret.
TuleriitThy who judge me, listen to my warning plea,Tuleriit4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
for it may be the last you will ever hear.
Fool, you jest; however, I shall set you free
from this mortal coil, and fill you with fear.
With my noble companion, the killer,
and with my loyal servant the hellion;
tonight, we shall create our own thriller
and swallow those who defy our rebellion.
The infamy of our deeds are to be known,
and as for you poor, unfortunate souls
you shan't need feel the icy embrace alone.
I will make sure that you pay death's dark toll.
We will dance on your graves with grim desire,
after you have had your funeral pyre.
Poetry Slam 2006What are you doing to mePoetry Slam 20069 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pushing and shoving me just so I get through
As if I couldn't make a move without you?
Do you really believe
That I am that weak?
I don't speak.
You watch as I stand there and stutter
You start to mutter
Utter words in your seat as you realize you failed…
But that doesn't mean you failed me.
I'll smile now as I look down upon you.
You begin to squirm
Your stomach turns
You've made me feel this before
Now this experience you've earned.
… Do not fret
for I'm not nearly done yet.
You can bet I won't fall because of you.
I'll get out of this on my own.
The audience waits in anxious anticipation…
And I begin to speak.
I stand here alone
Thinking of you
I'm free from your promises,
My heart turns cold
I'm scared on my own.
But now you will hear me
And the anger in my tone.
I start to shake
I want to shout.
But without you,
Why should I pout?
From now on
I won't be filled with doubt
Dragon Story Chapter 1Dragon Novel ThingyDragon Story Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 1 - Friends
I looked out to my left, the glowing full moon was speeding through the trees as if it were chasing me. I smiled at it, I adored the moon's warm glow, and I loved the way it painted the landscape in values of navy blues and silvers. The colours of daylight were far too bright and varying. At night everything was like a painting the kind I'd seen my father do in the stables, I loved to watch him skillfully sculpt an image out of the blankness of the canvas with his brushes. The colours didn't seem so real in the darkness; they appeared as if they were placed there with by brushes like my father's. The night is where I felt I belonged.
"Come on Elizabeth! You must be the slowest person alive!" Called Rowan from ahead of me, "You're such a weak little girl!" His voice was challenging.
"You're the weak little girl!" I called back, picking up my pace.
"Did you just call me a girl?" Cried Ro
The Harry Potter GenerationThe Harry Potter Generation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Harry Potter Generation.
You are the Harry Potter Generation if:
1. You cried on your eleventh birthday because there was no letter from Hogwarts
2. Your best friend own a Blue Ford Angular. That can fly, of course.
3. You believe that the worst way to deal with pixies is to shout 'PESKY PIXIE PESTINOMI!'
4. Pictures do move. Nobody else can see it. But they do!
5. When someone insults you, your first reponse is 'Stupid Muggle'
6. You are cautious around blond haired, blue eyed men with big smiles (You know, just in case they remove all the bones in your arm)
7. You know what house you're in.
8. When your parents ask you what sport you what to do, you always answer 'QUIDDITCH!'
9. In every bathroom you check for ghosts and secret entrances
10. You think it is completely normal to travel from place to place via broomstick or fireplace.
11. You constantly stare at snakes intently, waiting for them to say something.
12. You beleive that trees can hit you.
13. You're certain that your
Fantasy Story Chapter 1Nameless FantasyFantasy Story Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I grimaced as I dodged another kick.
Just stay still I hissed through gritted teeth as I wound a thick piece of duck tape around his feet to keep them together. He tried to kick with them together, but was he kidding? He wasnt the fittest of men, and soon gave up, and concentrated on his incoherent bellowing. The tape around his mouth muffled his words. But he was making a huge racket.
His face was bright red with anger; his usually calm sea-blue eyes were vivid with fury. Sweat dripped down his forehead over his bushy eyebrows. His dark brown hair glimmered with sweaty drops as well.
I frowned. He kicked out both his legs together, building up a pretty big burst of power, I jumped out of the way.
Please dont be mad! I begged him, as I checked over his bindings to make sure he wouldnt get out until he was let out. I just I cant live my life the way you want me to Ive gotta get o
The Donner Party"Of course it's not alright. Are you mad?!"The Donner Party4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His voice is commanding as anything, stopping me dead in my tracks. Of course it isn't. Of course it isn't. What am I doing? Their eyes are on me. Staring at me. Accusing me. Am I going mad? How is it that no one else has thought of it? Perhaps they are the mad ones. When faced with this or death, I would gladly choose this.
"Step back Jonathan," he repeats, taking a step closer to me, his boots crunching on the permafrost. I can feel them closing in on me. They're like wolves. Hypocrites. They converge on me now like a pack defending it's own, when they were staring like a hungry pack of animals at it just before. Why are they doing this? All I've done is vocalize what everyone else is surely thinking.
Peter's hand slowly glides toward his gun, firmly set in