FeelsI’m dying on the inside and I don’t know what to doFeels2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I miss you like crazy and I wish you did, too
The pain that I feel isn’t even alive
And I swear to you now, I might even die
I look at your name and I start to cry
And I don’t like this feeling of saying goodbye
I can’t even eat and I’m starting bad habits
I can’t get out of bed and I cry while I’m at it
It feels like I’m on my own and I feel so alone
And when you text me, I can’t pick up my phone
I can’t see you with someone other than me
Even if you’re smiling and really happy
‘Cause I was that person, or I once use to be
But now I killed that and destroyed it completely
I had no idea just how much I loved you
Until you were taken, oh I wish that I knew
Because now as I go and my eyes fade to black
I finally see I won’t ever have you back….
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
The SaxophoneThe SaxophoneThe Saxophone12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pick up this golden bird,
and play until I weep.
For the sadness I play,
brings joy to others.
My mouth tests the foul taste of a drenched piece of wood,
and with tears in my eyes
I breathe like a ferocious dragon
ready to strike the sorry little man in the field.
For soon others will join in my song of many feelings.
This golden bird brings
and hope to this world.
The air from my lungs escape.
There I release my anger and pain, all through a solid breath.
Then my brothers join me,
while we release our burdens and curses
to suffer in the gates of hell.
This golden bird is not just some toy; it is our tool for happiness.
Imagine that 26 keys
can lift the souls of others.
SilenceSilence.Silence3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
I Love You, In A WayI love you in a way that keepsI Love You, In A Way2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Me from sleeping at night,
In a way that crushes my heart
Whenever I see her.
It makes it hard for me to write anything
Because I love you and
Hate you all at the same time,
And all I’m doing is confusing everyone.
I want you to love me
All night long just one time,
And I want you to make me not
Regret it the very next day.
I want to throw my arms around
You whenever I see you,
And remember what it was
Like to feel cared for.
Your bed isn’t comfortable anymore,
Nor is your body,
But you still give me the best
Sleep I’ve ever had.
I hope someday I will be younger,
And that I will be out of love with you.
I hope someday you will be older,
And that you will understand.
I'm Sorry, but...I'm sorry I hurt you.I'm Sorry, but...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I cried.
I'm sorry I got angry.
I'm sorry I tried.
I'm sorry you got caught,
In my strange whirl-wind.
I'm sorry to do this,
But it has to end.
I may be brutal,
But I am honest.
I may be loud,
But that voice advocates for you.
I may be fierce,
But I'm fiercely loyal.
I may be crazy,
But that's just my love.
I'm still sorry you've had to deal with the above,
But like it or not,
My dear little dove,
The wind is my power,
My method of change.
Your words did shower,
And caused me much pain,
But that's your mistake,
You didn't see what you'd gained.
You had the best guard dog,
The bestest of friends,
The fiercest protector,
The bestest of men.
You had my commitment,
But nourished me not,
So I turned back upon you,
And snarled a lot.
You've kicked at my shadow,
You've long trashed my name,
You've made this mistake,
And no longer will gain,
The rewards of my stewardship,
The rewards of my work.
No more will you profit,
While I have to herk.
What you see is what
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
blue exrocist oc: Kurogo kegumoblue exrocist oc: Kurogo kegumo3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
FULL NAME:Kurogo kegumo [translates liturly to black widow]
NICKNAME: kuro,Fauru [means foul],Ashi[means 8 legs]
ACTUAL AGE: 14
AGE APPEARANCE: 16
BIRTHDAY: november 14
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: scropio
ALLERGIES: milk weed
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: BiSexual
WAY OF SPEAKING: angry and cocky [and has a slight spanish accent]
THEME SONG(S): Friend or Foe - t.A.T.u
HAIR COLOR: orange
HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: crocked long on one side neat and tidy and short on the other with
singuler spikes in the back that are also crocked [fact: look carfully enough they look
like a set of spiders fangs]
EYES COLOR: dark pink
EYESIGHT: prefect even better then most humans
WEIGHT: 98 pounds
OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: dark colored punk clothes refuse to wear uniform
DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): his large Mashou mark reaching from the top of his arm
wraps around to the tip of his wrist he recived it from juno when he was 5 when they f
Poetry Series: WindA gentle calling through the frigid airPoetry Series: Wind3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It sways on by and shakes the many trees
Whether in blue skies or with clouds up there
You can feel the calm flow of the breeze
The wind turns to and fro across the place
It creates gusts and gales in any form
Whether it feels gentle on your face
Or it is wise to shelter from a storm
Wind is most welcomed by the trees' dances
As they sway with their leaves and limbs flowing
Thus giving man few or greater chances
Of surviving the wrath that is blowing
This force comes and goes without being sinned
The soft breeze or vicious cyclone of wind
Are you happy now?I tried my best to please them all…Are you happy now?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They said that I always looked too angry
So I shaved off my eyebrows
They said I always dressed bad
So I took off my clothes
They said I cried too much
So I burned out my eyes
They said I wasn't listening
So I tore off my ears
They said I always said the wrong things
So I ripped out my vocal cords
They said I always faked my smile
So I ripped off my lips
They said my hair was a mess
So I cut it off
They said my feet were too big
So I broke them
They said I walked weird
So I saw off my legs
They said I played too much with my fingers
So I pulled off my hands
They said my arms were too thin
So I tore them off
They said my belly looked funny
So I cut out my stomach
They said I sat funny
So I removed my hips
They said I breathe too loud
So I ripped out my lungs
They said I always hung with my head
So I tore it off
They said my skin tone was ugly
So I removed my skin
They said my muscles were weak
So I ripped them off the bones
They said my bon
Echo przeszeszlosci 07Echo przeszeszlosci 073 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stanęła w progu jego drzwi. Nie zrobiła jednak kroku, nie weszła do środka.
Nie dla tego, że cuchnęło papierosami.
To była jego przestrzeń.
Przestrzeń, w której było miejsce tylko dla jeszcze jednej osoby.
Nie dla niej.
Wiedziała to od chwili, gdy zobaczyła jego twarz tak blisko tej drugiej. Gdy zastała ich razem, leżących i patrzących sobie w oczy. Może nawet zobaczyła fragment tego, co było kiedyś między nimi?
Wtedy się wycofała... zostawiła ich razem, uśmiechając się do siebie.
Nie chciała psuć tego obrazka.
Wszystko nagle się poskładało. Stało się tak oczywiste. I była w sumie pewna, że nazajutrz będzie jakoś inaczej. Po prostu cieplej.
Jednak powinna się już nauczyć, że nie można ułożyć sobie wszystkiego po swojej myśli.
To Be A SaxophoneGlisten under spotlights,To Be A Saxophone8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Varying lust poured
Into the ears of Man.
In need to be embraced
Like a baby and a lover.
Oh, to be a saxophone.
And the keys!
Learn them all for
A fantastic experience.
Failure to do so,
The wrath of ire
Falls upon the shoulders.
Ah, the joys of a saxophone.
Included with jazz
Hear it wail.
Enshroud it with strings
A lovely melody will bloom.
Solo or accompanied,
It adapts to all sorts.
How marvelous, the saxophone.
Pandoras Box cannot
Contain as much feeling
As this simple instrument.
Loved, detested, admired,
Valiantly, it performs
Through bad and good.
How I adore the saxophone.
Joyous, dear saxophone,
You are unique!
To dream is to believe
You can do anything!
One secret I say, my saxophone
In you I confide.
I am you, my saxophone,
Just as you are me!
ElvesWe are the eldest and wisest of allElves11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In our lifetimes we never notice winter through fall
We only keep going, we never die
We don't seek the future, we look to the sky
Fair and beautiful, we always are
Eyes brighter then the brightest Star.
Skin that shines like the sun
In every father, and in every father's son.
We are the elves, we live on
We live in the sunset, we live in the Dawn.
When we cry the rain pours down
When the trees die, that's when we frown
Sailing on a silver sea,
Moonbeams disperse around me.
To the lands where we never die,
On the wind where seagulls fly...
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
Echo przeszlosci 03Echo przeszlosci 033 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wstał z ciężką głową. Nie wypili wczoraj aż tak dużo, a przynajmniej nie tyle by mieć kaca.
Ale może była to kumulacja tych paru dni. Albo niewyspania... albo...
tak. Tego co wczoraj się stało.
Strzał w dziesiątkę.
Wstawił wodę na herbatę, usiadł na krześle, założył ręce za głowę i popatrzył w sufit, jakby chcąc znaleźć na nim jakąś wskazówkę.
Żadne objawienie nie nastąpiło. A co lepsze, zachciało mu się zapalić.
Sięgnął po paczkę papierosów, leżącą już od dobrych kilku tygodni na lodówce.
Czerwone. Lubił je od czasu do czasu. Jakoś dziwnie przyjemnie gryzły w gardło.
Oparł się stopą o krawędź stołu, odginając ciało lekko
We're all fallen angelsI drew sidewalk wingsWe're all fallen angels7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in chalk and watched the shadow
wear them for you.
courageous as killersshe always sighed a soft breath when morning came, whispering to me nights about how she was going to take me away with her. smoke and ashes, her smile turned me to dust, my dresses dropping, empty, at her small pointed feet. i told her my secrets. she combed my hair. at first, she was tiny. we held hands and i could pick her up, sometimes, whisking her small body up like she was made of air. she was dainty, thoughtful, mysterious. colours looked right on her. she was everything i wanted.courageous as killers2 years ago in Letters More Like This
i liked imagining i could be her. my tongue in her mouth, my mouth actually being her mouth. i considered fucking her, my fantasies billowing out of me like smoke when she dreamt with me. she saw me biting her thighs, kissing her small mouth. she told me i was not enough. so i thought, i'll be her. someone else. she smiles and swallows me with her morning pills. i close my eyes, thinking, i'll move anywhere. i'll be anything. i promise. somewhere within her, i am submerged as if in an ocean. my skin p
Sen NivaSen Niva3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To był sen z serii tych realistycznych.
Tzn wszystko było w nim cholernie prawdziwe, ale tak naprawdę w prawdziwym świecie jego prawdopodobieństwo wynosi mniej niż zero.
Zazwyczaj po śnie tego rodzaju budziłem się i cieszyłem, że to jednak tylko wymysł mojej głowy.
Dzisiaj było odwrotnie.
I sam jestem tym mocno zdziwiony.
Sen był trochę jak film, jak pokaz slajdów.
Miałem własny kąt, ale mieszkałem sam. Nie jest to zbyt obiecująca przyszłość, jakby nie patrzeć, ale sen był na tyle abstrakcyjny, aby mieć nadzieję, że będzie inaczej. I byłem starszy, nie jakoś wiele, ale na pewno skończyłem te swoje studia.
Tak jak teraz sobie myślę, że chyba tak naprawdę nie chciałbym już mieszkać sam. Mieć własny kąt - jasne. Ale być w tych czterech ścianach s
RealityThe curve of the streetReality7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lamp reflection on our ceiling
was never the moon.
My MonstersI can't breathe.My Monsters2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's too tight.
I hear so many things,
can't trust my sight.
The monsters surround.
No, they're not really here.
They reach out to grab me.
They smell my fear.
Have I finally lost my mind?
Am I totally insane?
Is this all in my head?
Is it just a sick game?
Or are they really there?
Do they smile as I scream?
Do they laugh at my tears?
Please, let this be a dream.
But it's not a dream.
I can't get out.
A hand surrounds my neck,
no air to shout.
Tears stream freely.
They start to close in.
I pray to god to help me,
to forgive all my sin.
The world starts to fade.
I can no longer see.
I smile in bliss.
I'm finally free.
Dream ManDream Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've seen you in my dreams before,
just an image nothing more.
And every morning when I wake
it is for you that my heart aches.
Your long black hair like raven's wing,
I can't imagine a more beautiful thing.
Glowing emeralds are your eyes,
they are a girl's love-struck demise.
How I know you I do not know,
but wherever you are I shall go.
This I promise unto thee-
by Earth and Fire,
Wind and Sea,
This is my will,
so mote it be.