A different view.bending backward,
out of place.
fell out of space.
but never winning.
lie to yourself,
it's all the same.
lie to yourself,
play the game.
a big black hole,
feeling like a mole.
I can't see,
can only be.
Smells of nothing,
not even loathing.
Happy with the darkness,
now finds the light.
begins another long lived plight.
Soon again, I find it okay,
and go along with my day.
The world is twisting,
greens turned purple,
I feel extroverted,
and full of thinks.
Full of happiness,
bursting to the brink.
I feel myself laugh,
at something you can't perceive,
cannot look at,
SkinI feel youSkin1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you slide under the covers behind me
Your skin so cool and supple
The soft springy hairs on your chest
Stroke the middle of my back
Finding the tattoo of the unicorn
You chose for me that time by the sea
When we first met
I smell you
As you fold your arms around me nice and tight
Bringing with you scents of
Evening air and salty, musky male
Warming me and cooling me
Building my desire with pure alchemy
Turning me to liquid gold and heat
Just like before
I hear you
As you sigh with me in mutual pleasure
Lifting my hair, touching
Your lips to my moist nape, so needy
Aching for your soft, sweet kiss
Take me to that dark, dark place, my lover
Bite me, suck me, bleed me dry, you fiend
One last time
late night taxi cab She got in more than ten minutes ago, makeup smudged by tears or sweat. For pretty girls, it’s always tears. She looks out the window, silent, a cigarette burning in her right hand. It started raining a short while ago and the taxi’s motor has been shut down way before that. It’s eerily quiet and she remarks on it, her voice hoarse and oddly soft for the wild child she looks like. The cab driver has given up on telling her to hurry up and choose a destination or leave because she reminds him too much of someone.late night taxi cab1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
They’ve been sitting in this deafening silence forever.
She looks back inside, focuses her gaze on the radio to see if it’s off or just turned down. The silence seems to have a weight and it presses down on her. Last night, she sold love in sealed paper packets tucked in shirtsleeves and underwear, caught in the underwire of her bra, pressed to the hummingbir
poetry is thinking with your skinwith strands of sunlight for hairpoetry is thinking with your skin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
anchors drawn in permanent ink
this catharsis is your skin talking
the hairs on your arms rising.
a sudden glimpse into the
skin sun kissed and wind beaten
free spirit and eyes of the heathen
you think you talk
but you tik like a clock
my words might be beautiful
but they have no soul
I feel infinite
deeper then the oceanmy love for thy is deeper then the oceandeeper then the ocean1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
when i see you i feel a warm emotion
i look into your eyes, dark brown like the richest chocolate
i skip a hartbeat as i see you azing back
you are gentle and kind
you wrap your arms around me protecting me from the evil that lay beyond our heaven
i listen your your hart and
Flowers People who say they have never taken a life before...they are lying whether they realize it or not. They may have never taken a human life but they still have killed before...Flowers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A soft wind blows through the flower field, brightly coloured things of all shapes and sizes dance in the wind...people who say its devoid of life...are wrong...Millions of tiny little living things dot the earths surface and under, creating a splendor of colours
A single flower stands out from the rest, towering over them all, its colours like a fresh spring rainbow in the morning mist...appealing to the eye
A small innocent child reaches out, plucking the stem from its place in the soft ground, a flurry of petals dancing through the air around her at every small step. She giggled and patted at the fluttering petals in the air, awed by the beauty of it all and mostly by the gorgeous one she held in her soft unworked hands.
She presents the flower to her lovin
On my ownI'm glad I live in lonelinessOn my own1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's kind of a bless
No one who is going to yell at me
Only myself to overthink how it has to be
You have no idea how glad I am that I'm alone
It makes me as hard as stone
It makes me tough
and that is no bluff
I don't hate people but I hate what they are asking
Because I often don't feel like talking
Do you think about this the same?
I doubt it... I think you probably say that I'm being lame
Even if I know if I am right or wrong
I still don't know where I belong
Is it heaven or is it hell
Now I dom't feel very well
I don't know how this become
But for now this poem is done...
Caro's MindShe lost her sanityCaro's Mind1 year ago in Horror More Like This
It wasn't her fault,
THEY made her.
Echoes of her past life,
Pulsing through her mind.
Her past self,
Her long brown hair and dark eyes,
Demanding, pleading, looking for escape
From the dark tunnels of her mind.
Being torn apart
By he talons of hatred and sorrow,
Being gently enfolded,
By the black wings of unconsciousness,
Waking up in a unknown place,
Finding her future self,
Chocking the life from her,
Dragging her into the past
To relive it again.
All the while,
A voice is calling,
Searching for her.
"Caroline...Where are you?"
AutismDon't treat me like a patientAutism1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All I want to do is run around
Don't talk to me like I am deaf
I can hear it loudly, every sound
Please don't judge me
If you see me cover my ears
It's the way I block out everything out
All the threats and all my fears
I might not communicate like the rest of you
Or look you in the eye
You might tut and moan and bitch
But never ask me why
The truth is that I am different
I just want you to see
That I'm not rude, impolite or weird
Under it all, I am just me
VenomYou come to mind at the most random moment, I dont know weither to smile or brush it off my shoulder. Like old memories fading yet lingering in my mind. I love you yet I hate you because you mold me into what I am today. With Tender touch and harsh words. I felt left behind but still so far ahead. Damn you, Damn me. Be Silent, be gone, belong...only to me. Little sweet nightmare of mine, that is what you are... to me.Venom1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your smile forever haunts me, your dark eyes forever forsaken me but its alright because I am still growing not yet at my peak and we shall meet again my bottle of poison, my addicting drug.
Descending In absolute tranquillity of whiteness signs of strange suspension occurred as a vast amount of snow-cloaked giants started creeping in from all directions. The blazing white orb was shining lazily high above, unintentionally lighting the way for the newcomers.Descending1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hours had passed before a whole load of intruders occupied most part of the scope. Each carrying an enormous burden they still managed to move swiftly, their direction hidden from an unknowing eye. Upon coming to a halt some had already merged together, some yet stood alone, intoxicated by their own sublimity. However, the more they gathered, the more their whiteness gave in to grey tones as dark shadows appeared on their once perfectly clean robes.
He was part of one of the lonely wanderers hanging high above the already-dark grey mess swirling below like a whirlpool. Occasional beams of light from the clear blue sky would paint the abyss with strains of white which gradually dissolved i
Flames of RealizationFoolish human!?Flames of Realization2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the fuck have you been?
Can't you tell this world you lived in,
has already burned down to nothing?
So sift through the ashes of the past
And realize that nothing truly last.
And I hope to God you do this fast,
Before you have to face my wrath.
Because I used to be a lot like you.
Ignorant to all these problems too.
Until I saw the good was few,
and this infectious evil grew!
Don't I miss the days of being blind!
Viewing the world as good and kind.
And then you notice the shit you find,
is enough to make you lose your mind!
Now these once peaceful plains,
are consumed by my hateful flame.
I grow tired of your screaming pain.
It's enough to drive me insane.
I have left my ties to humanity severed.
Nothing you say will make that better.
So please stop these screams of terror!
Before I shatter what's left of this mirror!
Harry Potter Next Gen-Our Dad's a plonker!James S. Potter and his brother Albus sat amongst a group of fellow Hogwarts students, a mishmash of Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and even a few Slytherins. The two brothers rolled their eyes and their friends fawned over a chocolate frog card…with a particular wizard being featured on it. The reason for their distain? Well it was their father’s card, Harry Potter. They loved their father ,really they did but there is only so much hero worshipping one can listen to especially when it’s directed at your father…your father who when at home can in all honesty be a bit of a tosser.Harry Potter Next Gen-Our Dad's a plonker!5 months ago in Humor More Like This
Sure, he was awesome, and yes he was understanding and all but when he’d spray them with water or take out all the nice ‘Burty Bots Every Flavour Beans’ and only give then the ones such as Boggie and vomit flavour, they had no choice but to agree that yes, their father was a plonker…not just a little one but a rather large, rather annoying, rather skille
Journal 1 - SylviaWell as usual I am sitting in my locked room as my brothers devise a plan of what to do with me. Yeah, it sounds weird but ever since my mum died Leo has started bullying me as well as Toru, it has made it much worse I mean as twins they think a like but together, much much worse.Journal 1 - Sylvia1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This always happens when Dad has to work on weekends, which is quite often. All I want to do on those days is run along the beach for an hour or two, just to clear my head. It is so relaxing in the sea breeze with the waves swishing around my hot feet, I never run with my shoes on.
As a 13 year old girl I am expected to live for my friends, have a crush, be into the latest fashion, music and software but am I truly like that? No I am different, I love sports, running and biking, I am literally the only one in my school who can't wait for cross country each year. That so makes people hate me.
Oh well, I hear my twin brothers stomping down the hall, I wonder what their mad minds have decided on today apart from
Journal 1 - Mon MonI have been sitting alone in my room almost all night, looking at the stars, wondering what I have done to make my life so miserable. Since I was about eleven years old, I have done this every night in hope that a shooting star will dash across the sky and change my life forever. But it never has. I feel as though no one understands me, probably because they don't. It seems as though whenever I need someone to talk to, no one is ever really there for me.Journal 1 - Mon Mon1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No one around me, my family, my classmates or my neighbours appreciate me. They all think I am a mistake and they say that so often I am starting to believe it myself. If everyone is born for one reason, what is mine? I just don’t know. I just wish someone would give me a chance, a chance to figure out what makes me special. Because so far, I am not seeing it.
My new parents adopted me when I was ten. Before then I was kept in a orphanage in the middle of nowhere. It was filled with snotty nosed kids a lot older than I was who al
Weeds Just suck the life from me.Weeds1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was younger, my favorite flower was the dandelion. Ironic, how it isn't even a flower at all. But when my mother told me this, I refused to believe her. It had petals. It was a flower. I'd lay in the meadow behind my house and pick them from the ground and make them into little necklaces and bracelets with my little hands. The Sunshine Flower is what I called them. The name fit.
I always loved flowers. I had a book full of different flowers when I was little, flowers that I had collected myself. I'd write down meanings for each one and tape it by the paragraphs. The flowers would dry and flatten, but stayed pretty. That fascinated me.
Now, the book is gone, along with the beauty of this meadow. I still spend most of my time there; lying in the dead grass and wilted wet dandelions and looking up at the clouds, hoping it won't rain again. The last time I got caught in the rain, I nearly died.
Piccolo the PredatorMy kitty killed a rabbitPiccolo the Predator1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And nibbled at its snout.
The doggie Strauss joined along with the fun
And munched the insides out.
I chucked it on the greenhouse roof
To keep it out of reach,
But kitties don't give up on prey,
They'll cling just like a leech.
Today we found it in the house,
Heart and liver gone,
The further south, the less there was,
And kitty cat ate on.
I took the rabbit by the leg
And marched outside the house,
Careful not to spill the heart,
And keeping my distance from Strauss.
I threw it out into the bog,
It landed in the stream.
There the kitty would not venture,
They love to keep dry and clean.
And so there ends the saga,
Of Piccolo's predatory dream.
What a cute, adorable and infinitely huggable
Heartless killing machine.
quote #2never be afraid to try, remember... ameture built the ark, proffesionals built the titanic.quote #21 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unappreciated Until the EndHe's bornUnappreciated Until the End1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You AreShe watched the raindrops make their suicide plunges towards the earth, wondering howYou Are2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
silence could hang in the air like tiny crystalline jewels.
He sat down beside her and when he spoke, she forced herself to pay attention to the sound of those crystals shattering instead.
"I know who you are," he said, his voice almost carried away by the thousands of words he left unspoken.
She glanced at him. "How could you? I don't even know who I am..."
He stared at the hearts she'd drawn in the window's condensation."You're a hyperbole filled with contradictions, oxymorons, and bitter irony. "
"That makes no sense."
"Okay you're the kind of person who laughs until she cries, just to get the tears out-"
He held up his hand, smiling. "You are. You still wish on dandelions and used to think fairies were another name for hope, so you never quite stopped believing in them because, well, the world could use a little more hope."
She pressed herself against the glass. "Look,
DisappearDisappear from the heart and memoryDisappear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Disappear, release me from You
Disappear, despite old desires
Let me forget about heaven
Disappear, despite I need You
Disappear- intelectual and emotional conflict
Disappear, despite I kiss You in dreams
Go away, but not for eternity
It hurts, when I'm close to You
It hurts, when I don't see You
I love You, I always will
I will, even though I hate You
On Bulimia.The urge to purge has been strong and violent.On Bulimia.10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I don't purge anymore. I have on very rare occasion during fits of insane stress, but I avoid it at all costs. It's one behavior that I have tried to beat out of myself. I think about my delicate teeth and weak stomach, which bear witness to the self-destructive years of childhood robo-barfing. I think about the act of intentionally putting my face where other people crap, and how inherently disgusting that is.
I know it's horrid.
The thought, however, remains. What goes in can come back out. What makes you fat can be eradicated. What frightens you can be removed.
It's tempting at times.
Logically, it's much easier not to eat. Anorexics, to me, are much more logical creatures. They thrive on rational, logical, cold facts. They count calories. They know how much fat is in an ounce of cottage cheese. They perform mathematic calculations at the speed of light. Bulimics are people of passion and emotion. Food comforts. It's like a drug. It cau
AloneAlone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many tears,
Hard to survive,
Out my eyes.
Want to die,
Feel so sad,
Idiosyncratic IntentionsBorn to homogenized land, to be enslaved by social trend,Idiosyncratic Intentions1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to become the prostitute of modernization, vile evisceration.
Penanced to Poinciana and her children – palsied by zealous
elections. Entitled by men of relax n' rest and change o' best.
Killing the child
with our eye-spy
generalized assumptions, again.
We are to un-educate ourselves till bide comes a demure lion
who speaks as dames and relates to the hetero-masculine
decline of testosterone. The murderer of wifely ligaments
and unborn innocent innocence. Yet, as we fall to decease,
in regression, we blame our own idiosyncratic intentions.
As a whole of no-hearts, we display regret in the form of
harlot gatherings, fertile famines - vasectomy celebrations.
As Jeremiah watches the facade, Alexia undress herself
in the lenses of connected cameras set in resolution; 1984.
Vilified testified menacing sibling -
why do you watch
your idiosyncratic intentions