ReflectionsReflections2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shards of glass pierce the stone
Marking their scars across the rest
Reflecting off of thus
The feelings art unset
Emotions displaced throughout
The memories once held dear
Now only to be expressed within
Within the crevices of the mirror
Entirely throughout the glass
A teary eye stays
With its constantily displeasure
Displeasure at the stain
Faded events flow past the pieces
Not stopping once to remove
To place together their hearts
Fitting jagged pieces yet again
Transferring of provincial's gate
Seems only to be a haven
A place to which be free
With the only fearing of reflections
The Mind of a WriterWhat you read is what you get.The Mind of a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many readers cannot exceed past that.
But if you bring a magnifying glass to a writer’s brain,
You may just see what we truly see.
Within the mind of a writer,
There are not just words.
It is similar to a film,
But to us it is all too real.
Within our minds,
We have a simple sanctuary.
Either it be tiny or large,
Or just a great big desert.
Noises may be here and there,
And noises, I do not mean distractions.
These noises involve the voices of who are real,
And I mean our characters, ourselves.
What you see is just the surface.
Here take this shovel
And dig six feet deep
And penetrate the ground further
And fall into our abyss.
Words are along our walls.
Voices are a frequent sound.
Images of war of love or/and hate
Flicker about like a skipping disc.
Every shade of color is welcomed here.
From maroon to auburn,
From forest green to lime,
And from charcoal to onyx.
Everything is here.
All I can say,
When you eventually crash to the bottom
You are my sunshineYou are my sunshine, becauseYou are my sunshine11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You make me happy, when i'm sad.
You want see my smile not my cuts.
You see in my a happy person, not a suicidal person.
You are my sunshine, because
You make me feel like a important person, not like a loser person.
You say me that i'm a awesome person not a stupid person.
You think that i'm a beautiful person, not a ugly person.
You are my sunshine, because
You love me.
And I love you too.
Humans Have LayersWe can break so easily,Humans Have Layers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Layer by layer:
Damaging our skin,
Poisoning our blood,
Tainting our minds.
We can go as far
As to splitting our soul,
Crushing our own spirit
Just by gazing into the mirror
Praying we can see something else.
We would rather hurt ourselves,
Instead of acting as if it’s not like this,
Scarring our top layers,
Thinning our layers beneath,
And destroying the rest of what makes us
Humans have layers like the earth;
We would rather damage inner and outer layers
Rather than polish ourselves off.
Seven Devils - She Stood AloneSEVEN DEVILS - SHE STOOD ALONESeven Devils - She Stood Alone2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She stood alone, by the bank of that dark river. Her once lovely dress has been torn, and she shivered in the cold. The city lights shone behind her in the distance, but she did not see them. She did not hear the commotion of the busy streets around her, of the parties in the houses down the way.
She stood alone on the edge of that river, watching the swirling black water below her. One step in any direction but back and it would consume her. But what did it matter? The darkness had chased her for years. It was only now that she turned to face it.
Adrenaline coursed through her body, each nerve screaming to turn and run. She would not. She had run for too long, and had lost everything. Her mother, her brother, her friends and everything she’d loved, it had taken. She had nothing now. She had nothing to lose.
Standing alone, she remembered her mother’s voice whispering to her. You can stop it, her mother had once said. You can f
lambstay right here,lamb5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
leapt up from the brisk of your tongue.
keep this safe,
sheltered from the risk of the sun.
if you took the time to realign the desolate
and gave purpose to the hearses of the hex-told kin
with the suffer of your tonal sway you explain it:
the dissension of the surfaces so intricate.
little one, you're shaking.
darkened closets worsening the night.
every breath you're taking
shows you're isaac aching,
arcing towards the curvature of knives.