Your LoveYour eyes,Your Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your brilliant blue sparkling eyes
How they stare into mine with such certainty,
That you love me
Your sweet dimples,
The smile that could spread over miles,
How it can make me feel happy even on the darkest days
Your pale soft hands
How you take mine with yours,
And tell me your words of wisdom,
All while staring at me with your blue scintillating eyes
Your way of bringing me in tight towards you,
How you wrap your arms around me,
And bring me in close to your face,
Close enough so I could kiss you on your adorable cheeks
Your way of giving compliments,
How you tell me you'll always care about me,
And you'll like me no matter who I am
No matter what I decide
Your technique of being gentle,
And respecting how I feel,
How you consider my feelings and try to help me,
I love you
A Technicolor LifeA Technicolor Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirls of hue like memories
Taint the purity of the once white rose
Innocently prevailing a imagery
A image of the known
These rainbowish flurries of color
Paint a ignorant mindset once again
Covering over the corruption
With their technicolor ways
How my dreams fade
Dwelling beneath that rose of life
When they will ever bud again
I shall not be aware
A colorful life in a hand
That can be crushed by a simple grasp
Has a value of far more then such
Therefore resist the urge to touch
The technicolor rose of life.
Red Rose of BeautyRed Rose of Beauty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Red rose of beauty
With thorns so sharp and yet leaves so fragile
Red like the purest blood.
So harmless, yet so harmful.
Red rose of beauty let me pick you with fragility, take care of you
with love and forever watch your leaves grow.
Red rose of beauty I will take care of you untill you wither.
Choices and Consequences Ch 3Choices and Consequences Ch 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Will you stop worrying already!" Maka cried finally reaching her limit "I'm FINE. I've been fine for days! I even went to visit Kim for a healing and you STILL worry!"
The desert sun beat down with an overbearing brightness that seemed to accent Maka's fury. The flash in her eyes was dangerously bright and the sun-cast shadows emphasized the danger of immanent Maka-Chops. The display was truly impressive and intimidating but Soul stoically ignored it. She could chop him every step of the way for all he cared. They were still going.
They were walking towards Stein's laboratory for what would hopefully be her last check-up; at Soul's insistence. Maybe he was being paranoid. He knew Kim's healings were perfect, but he still wanted the Mad Scientist to take another look, just to be sure. Maka wanted none of it being understandably sick of infirmaries and check-ups but Soul was resolute. He rolled his eyes as Maka's rants flowed continuously. If she had this much energy to complain th
MonstersThe monsters don'tMonsters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
live under your bed anymore.
They don't rattle your closet doors
and scratch at your windows.
They hide in your
pill bottles and sleep
with your razors,
laughing as you choke on
the smoke from your cigarette.
They sit on the toilet
as you vomit whiskey and rum,
counting down the days
until you self-destruct.
They throw flowers on your grave
surrounded by people pretending to give a shit
and tell everyone you were so
and that it's okay, because
you're in a better place, now.
Physical They'd always noticed that little things. How he stopped when someone bumped into him; how he'd pause and look down at the finger that had poked him; how he'd freeze when a hand was placed on his shoulder; how he become stiff whenever someone would give him a hug.Physical2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They didn't think it was a big deal, a bit odd perhaps but nonetheless nothing to worry over. He just didn't like being touched, right? It was something new to him; something that after three hundred years he'd gone without and now preferred to continue his old pattern, of course. It was something he'd need time to adjust to, similar to his adjustment of their company, or their compassion.
They didn't know how wrong they were.
Of course he hid it well. He stopped because he didn't want them to know that it hadn't bothered him. He'd pause to look because he wanted to be sure he wasn't just imagining it. He froze because he didn't want the hand to move away. And he became
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -Sirens2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
FallingThere is no easy way out of thisFalling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have fallen too often to rise again
Crawling on the ground, beneath my hands and knees the earth is on fire
Nothing can quench the flames soon enough
I try to look ahead but the smoke fogs my vision
The music stopped long ago, I am fighting a lost war
What remains in me is almost nothing
I wouldn't have looked at this dagger in my bruised hands
tonight it has become an option
for my tired mind, exhausted with trying
my helpless body, ridden with trials
my disappointed soul, disappointed in myself.
Watching each dream fraying to threads
hiding below the ashes
Angel's wings could not sweep it away
and now my spirit is breaking.
Blackbird's FeatherBlackbirdBlackbird's Feather2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sweeping across the snow
left me a feather
and away he goes
and away he goes
drifting up on the air
but I seem to be stuck here
melting in the cold
cannot rip my eyes from the sky
cannot get my fists to unfold
the words have frozen to our tongues
that's what happens to winter love
so you think this feather is enough to make a wing
so you try to free me from it,
but your claws only sting.
i walk away
come to regret every footfall
but I can't keep you down
because you're up
and I'm frozen to the ground
laying pale in the snow
he can soar no more
you didn't have to do that
have to fall on your own sword
cut your wings apart
to get me back home.
and as I see you freeze
I know now what it is I believe
that someone could give up everything
come down to the winter
do you know the secret, Bird?
learn to live with the cold
though you turn blue
the heart beats hot inside of you
I know it
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
Anything.We waited in silence,Anything.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For a sound.
But nothing ever happened,
And no one ever came.
We waited for him.
But he never came.
A long plane ride in bitter silence,
Left alone with a crushing reality.
He was never coming home.
And we realize that no amount of wishin will bring him back to us.
But still we wait.
Wondering if he watches us or turns away in shame?
Wondering if he's proud of who we became?
Wondering if he will visit our dreams anymore?
And we wait in silence.
For a sound.
Ace of Heartswe shouldAce of Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a game of
of our lonely
that you will
the one who
[T'is only a game, t'is only a game, t'is only--]
Missing YouSince I woke up todayMissing You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.
It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.
I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.
So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".
But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.
Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you'd been drinking
I should have forced you to stay
is the anniversary of your death.
I've been trying not to think of you,
But I'm crying, still short of breath.
I take out my wallet
Where I still hold your picture.
Wondering if I'll meet you soon
Thanks to this pill and liquor mixture.
But I feel nothing
I've been drinking this all morning
My heart still hasn'
Lovebirds' Sorrowshe was the girl with catLovebirds' Sorrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes: broad and judging and
carnal; he was the doe
with a broken collarbone,
yet she found herself lost in
the warmth of his sighs and
asked simply for a set
of sweeter lies
[because it's only after you
sell yourself to the earth that
you learn love is not a
chemical reaction anticipating
every ignited glance and soured
word; no, it is a thing
of obligation that sleeps upon
your doorstep, knowing you
will always come back,
knowing you could never forget
he called to her on hollow
nights, and she found his
voice when she had nowhere
left to go
he was the cereal box savior;
she only needed a place
to bury her bones
[it was never sparks but
instead a dull roar that
filled their ears until
life was a blur of static
when she whispered I love
you, he really believed it.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
RevengeI never laugh.Revenge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never smile.
I never speak.
I am too 'shy'.
What they did to me,
It was too hard.
I wasn't strong enough,
In my heart, it is dark.
I want to see them bleed.
I want to see them cry.
I want to kill them .
Just let me try.
I'm not that weak,
I can do that.
I tell you what's wrong with me,
I am mad.
It makes me happy,
Happy, too see them cry.
I would just laugh at them,
And show them my insane smile.
Yes, maybe I am insane,
One day I'll kill them.
I show them how it is to suffer,
Who's that helpless child then?
They'll all be dead soon.
And they'll see,
see and regret,
everything that they did to me.
The Watson Family“Sherlock! It’s so good to see you!” Mary hugged him, much to his dismay (he wasn’t a fan of personal contact, but she was John’s wife and that meant he had to be nice), and ushered him inside the small house at the edge of London.The Watson Family1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hello, Mary. I trust you are doing well. Is John in?” It was exactly like Sherlock to drop in at a moment’s notice, but this time he had a real reason. He needed his blogger for this case. For old time’s sake.
“He’s upstairs getting ready for the day. I’ll go tell him you’re here. You know where the living room is, so make yourself comfortable.” She was a smiley woman, and for some reason, Sherlock didn’t exactly hate her. She was smart, too, and quick as a whip in a pinch. John did well.
Sherlock moved the take his coat off and drape it on the arm of the couch, when he stopped dead in his tracks. In the middle of the living room, John’s seven month old daughter