Misery FlowA realm made of chaos, where men lie worthless,Misery Flow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
something like that must be child play, a fool?
A place where everything is faster, nothing ever stops,
no one could live and adapt there, am I wrong?
Funny, a place where only wildness grows,
this barbarian kingdom isn't perceptible by us, no?
The sphere keeps on spinning, unstoppable,
well, that's fun, we have control on everything, aren't we?
What a joke, a place where someone crushes someone else,
we live in democracy, we are all the same!
This story is really stupid, internal wars?
Who could be such a lunatic to do that?
And what now, men without chance, without hope?
That must be their fault, the world is fair, no?
This old man blabbering is really angrying me, i'll go home.
And from the end of the inn, a scraped voice coffed wearily...
It's fun how the one most in trouble deny to be in it...
RibbonsLook, dear, at those ribbons--Ribbons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those are her favorite color, I'm sure she'll love them.
And doesn't that, over there,
No, not that rack, the one past it,
With that little toddler outfit, remember when she had one of those?
There's no use in buying it, what would we use it for?
Flowers, flowers, that's what we need,
Didn't you say carnations were her favorite?
Well, white or yellow, I don't want to get the wrong ones,
Although she'll look pretty with either of them next to her.
Oh, what color was the lining she's wearing?
True, nobody will see it, darling, but--
It does matter, it's our little girl, I want the best for her,
The best possible send-off I can give her.
Everyone will be there for her,
I want to make sure they remember her like she is--
Just grab those ribbons, I'll get different carnations, they'll look lovely together.
She... looks lovely.
She always did.
The accident didn't take into consideration her beauty, dear,
Did you write it up for her?
Say she's beautifu
Goodbye AliceInitially, I thought there would be a lot more great deal of pain when it came to dying. But in the end, it only was an intense heavy and numb feeling, almost like you were hit in the head with a large block of ice. The only notion really that I was really even dying was the metallic taste in my mouth, and the haze in my eyes. I looked at her, her young girlish features tainted by the splatter of my blood. Her eyes remained opened, as if she were to be strangled, and her mouth twitched wildly, most likely from shock. It was sad that that was going to be the expression she wore the last time I saw her. I really don't think I had ever seen anyone as scared as she was at that moment, and if I had had time to reflect on it, I would have been frightened too. With a great jolt, I felt the muscles in my body let go, giving up on my hope. As I fell on top of her, I managed to whisper,Goodbye Alice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Thousand Cranes"Hey. How are you today?"A Thousand Cranes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Still breathing as usual. What's happening in school so far? I kind of miss it."
"It's boring. Nothing but homework everyday. Ms. is our class adviser. It's funny whenever she calls your name even though she knows you're still here."
"I wish I could actually be there. I miss being with you guys." The patient stared at the IV fluid. "It's a bit painful laying down here with this thing attached to me."
"But just think. You're living the dream of every high school student. Lazing around and watching TV instead of listening to a boring lecture."
"You would think that but truthfully it's hard staying in here. I have limited freedom. I can only walk around the hospital premises."
"It may be boring around that time but don't worry. I promised you that I'd visit you everyday when I'm not busy. I'm not going to break that promise any time soon."
She chuckled. "But you'll eventually get tired of visiting me. You always did have a short attention span
Beanstalk Chapter 1: Wings of AngelsBeanstalk Chapter 1: Wings of Angels2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world felt heavy and dark as he tried to hold onto the images that passed before him; they came and went so fast, yet lingered forever when they became clear. Then the images changed from dark blues to reds; he blinked in the sunlight and all his dreams were forgotten. For a few minutes he lay there, futilely trying to remember his dreams, before rising from his bed to get dressed for the day. He glanced in the mirror, deciding his dark brown hair looked acceptable, and entered the kitchen.
His mother was already there, feeding his little sister some fruit and reading the newspaper. His sister giggled happily with each bite, whining for more when his mother would become too engrossed in an article to serve another piece. His mother snapped up from her paper as he reached the counter.
"You're going to be late if you don't hurry up!" his mother declared as he took a piece of bread and got out some cheese.
"Good morning to you too mother." He said, taking a bite of his breakfast. He g
Poetic GreedTo longer lastingPoetic Greed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, listen to those blissful
The greenbacks win with their
fists full of pain
You squeal, you tremble
While you live in your 'box'
Do you know what it takes
LostI wouldn't be lost anywhereLost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But in your coat.
It's big enough.
Happiness for me
Is being wrapped in all
That smells of you
That brings me to
So gimme a coat
- a big one -
And sleep on it tonight,
And I'll wear it all July
Until our scents merge into one,
And I'll be lost,
Be lost in you.
The GlassThe glass in front of meThe Glass2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Reflects my true desires
It knows my every truth
It knows that I'm a liar
The glass in front of me
Holds all my secrets
It locks them away
Buries my regrets
The glass in front of me
Will never set me free
It keeps me trapped inside myself
Only to pretend, never to be
The glass in front of me
Knows what it must do
The glass in front of me is a mirror
And on the other side is you
the sum of your partsI can find in many othersthe sum of your parts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sum of your parts,
They're scattered, disjointed,
Disconnected by miles.
One may have your eyes,
But only with a certain look,
Another the glimmer
Of what could be your smile.
I could try to convince myself
I'd heard something you'd say
From the mouth of another,
But not in your voice.
There are many parts of you
I'd despise in any other,
But you're so much greater
Than the sum of your parts.