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For YouYour heart may bleed diamonds,For You4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they all they see is dust.
Your soul may run black with ink,
yet they see it as pandemonium.
The miasmas you feel in your mind are not discord,
but a precious, beautiful gift meant solely for you.
The letters care not
however you arrange them;
perfection is perfection
when it comes from your veins.
These worlds exist for you created them—
there is no such thing as
“imaginary”
as long as you know their universes.
Cry and laugh and weep and smile,
for the blossoms you water shall grow
into a microcosm of your own design.
You are a god and a king,
a queen and a demon,
whose words
Her Aesthetic CrusadeShe paints a world of crimson midnight,Her Aesthetic Crusade5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you watch the sanguine colors drip down her skin.
Wilted rose petals stain her wrist scarlet,
and canyons are carved deep in porcelain flesh.
"Battle scars," she tells you simply with a flick of the paintbrush,
meticulous as she resumes her sanguine masterpiece.
"Have you won?" you ask,
though you already know the answer.
She smiles fondly and holds up the tormented easel,
for all to see the newly wrought crevice of flaming burgundy.
"How can one win this war against the burning red, my friend,
when you can barely win the battle against yourself?"
bioluminescence.Your skin is of paper mache andbioluminescence.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stardust, so fragile and coruscating
as I reach out desperately to grasp that
supernova you call a heart;
please, don't etiolate in their sunrise
and leave me marooned in life's black abyss...
I can't survive without your—
The Fool and the Cynic"He's so sweet and amazing, I'm sure we're meant to be!"The Fool and the Cynic4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what all girls say about their first boyfriend.
"You know, he's really cute too. Plus, he has cute friends!"
Your definition of "cute" normally doesn't include manners or intelligence.
"He took me out for dinner and kissed me after he asked! He's the one! We're going to go to college together!"
Are you an idiot? These types of relationships rarely last...focus on life, not puppy love.
"...hey...we're fighting...I think he hates me now...did I call him too much? Text him too much?"
Try "Was I too naïve?" or maybe even "Did I talk about myself too much?"
"Oh, God...he broke up
Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.Sweet Emily5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.
Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!
Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…
They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was
SadieA decade she was thereSadie4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
always watching me grow.
A decade she was there
through sunshine and snow.
A decade to laugh,
a decade to cry,
a decade to watch as her years went by.
Always a smile, never a frown,
she was constantly there whenever I'd turn around.
Wading in muddy rivers, racing through golden fields,
throwing snowballs for treats, catching unsuspecting birds for meals.
She was my protector, she was my friend,
she was my precious companion until the end.
Watching her brightness dim made the tears run dry,
and the limp took away that glorious freedom,
as each stumble and crash made the sobs escalate.
She was cradled in my arms
S E C R E T Ss omethingS E C R E T S6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
e veryone
c onceals
r eadily
e ven
t hough
s ecrets
c
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k
i
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No More TearsThere is a desert beneath her eyesNo More Tears6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dry, desolate, despairing
Devoid of life; devoid of emotion; devoid of hope;
Now just a broken ravine carved by sorrow
Now just a barren canyon chiseled by fear
Now just a fragmented chasm sculpted by dread
Now just a tearless void
Of emptiness
RebirthFalling further down into theRebirth5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
abyss of agony with no way
to go up; and these chains
that bind wrists in iron so
cold that it burns like fire
refuse to shatter; drowning
in tidal waves of chaos and
venomous malevolence.
Give me a blade to cut away these sulfuric bonds at last
and throw me a rope to pull me up out of this hole;
I'm weary of dying inside the coffin they call "the self"
and ready to crawl from the grave in armor woven
from the chains of misery and destruction.
PulsateWhat is a heartbeat,Pulsate5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
without the heart?
What is a dream,
without the conscience?
What is a word,
without the letters?
What is a hope,
without the faith?
What is a soul,
without the self?
What is a kiss,
without the love?
What am I,
without you?
A Scholarly MasqueradeSometimes I like to pretend,A Scholarly Masquerade5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm like the Mariana Trench with my words.
That my fingers construct such eloquence,
as abyssal and profound as the Grand Canyon.
Yet the truth of the matter is that,
my heart has not been pulverized into dust.
I am about as succint and poignant,
as a rusted bucket.
Passionate SovereigntyI'm so tired of writing love stories;Passionate Sovereignty5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when I've not had one of my own.
I'm so weary of pretending I'm beautiful;
when my looks could turn a man to stone.
I'm so fatigued waiting for my prince;
when I'm not even a princess.
I'm so sick of pretending to be a siren;
when I could barely pass for an enchantress.
I'll tear down this repulsive prison of a
castle
they call the mind,
brick by hideous brick;
and write my own fairytale at last.
Into the PlungeBuild me a sandcastle on the edge of the sea,Into the Plunge4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the cliffs are sprayed with the salty tears of the tide,
and sirens cry into the night for the arms of a lover
to whisk them away into a dry night free of brine;
Where we shall dance the sunset's furtive sigh of redemption
on the edge of saline bluffs, and kiss with the gunpowder
of forgotten cannons high on the waves of an abandoned ocean;
Teetering the edge of the world, where the Kraken and Leviathan lay in wait
for lost-lorn victims of broken hearts and brackish undertows
coursing through their veins.
D
r
o
Mother EarthShe has suns for eyes,Mother Earth5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and oceans for tears,
a blade of grass for each hair,
and wisdom beyond her years.
Rage like an earthquake,
sorrow as deep as the sea,
madness funneled like a hurricane,
joy blooming so vividly, kings fall to their knee.
Her skin is a motley,
with hues so dark and bright,
she sleeps during the day,
and lays awake at night.
She has the universe for a heart,
and the cosmos burn in her soul,
however, humanity's blindness,
is at last taking its toll.
Mute TranslucenceShe is trapped in a glass boxMute Translucence6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One which follows her every move
It is always caging her in
With invisible walls so everyone can see her inside
Yet barriers so thick no one can hear her pleas
A cry of desperation rises up from her crystalline prison
A lamenting wail so loud it threatens to shatter the mirrored bulwark
"Why won't anyone listen to me?
She listens for a response
As the crowds continue to rush past her enclosure
All brushing against the invisible walls
All seeming to forget she's there
There is no acknowledgement to her despondent appeal
but s i l e n c e
Written AnatomySkin like dehydrated parchmentWritten Anatomy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood like deluged ink
Sink a blade into the seamed veins
And let the words of life all flow free
DreamDon't ever stop feeling what you want to feel. Reel in all the emotions you care to hold deep inside you, and nurture them within your heart. Embrace the sensation of being the only one to truly change your future, as long as you shove past all your doubts and reach the highest capacity your fingers can brush against. Advance towards your goal with your courage for a sword, justice for a shield, and all your hope forging the rest of your armor to brave every adversity you face. Make your passions you have in life happen, as long as you remember to accomplish one simple act.Dream6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
never
ever
ever
stop
Dreaming.
To My Guardian AngelDear guardian angel,To My Guardian Angel6 months ago in Letters More Like This
Don't be too offended by this, but...are you even real? Are you watching me type this out right now, this second, like you should be? Or are you just some entity that is said to exist, but in reality, it's just a lie?
I want to know, if you are real, then why haven't I exactly gotten the guidance I need lately. Why haven't you protected me, like you're said to do, from all the things in my life that make me feel like I'm dying inside?
Why haven't you protected me from myself?
If you have tried, then, well...obviously you haven't tried hard enough for me to realize it or sense it.
Please. Try harder.
If you are truly
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceHeart of Ice6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heart to hide her fears
she wishes for a heart of ice
a heart to freeze her tears
but if her heart of ice meets fire
then perhaps it will thaw
for if her heart of ice meets fire
she will surely pour out her emotions raw
Flights of FancyI believe inFlights of Fancy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the impossible
the childish
the unseen
the absurd
the silly
I believe in lands somewhere over the rainbow
I believe in worlds hidden under the rabbit hole
I believe in kingdoms on the other side of the wardrobe
I believe in enchanted forests where animals talk in riddles
I believe in palaces where wizards entertain immortal kings
I believe in
fairies
dragons
unicorns
spirits
elves
in the magic and wonder that only a child's eyes can see
in the universes hopes and dreams can create with a single thought
I believe in everything that so many say are imaginary; in everything that so many people scoff at and call me fanciful and
-My mind-3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
just can't
seem to
s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
"I'm sorry's"
drip off this
dagger-tongue
like acid.
Monster.
Grotesque.
Liar.
Erratic.
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
I'm not.
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
better
and become one again.
"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downWelcome to Wonderland6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their ques
24 Hoursi.24 Hours4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dreams will slowly fade
as dawn breaks through the windows;
morning’s here again.
ii.
Stomachs growl and groan
as smells from the kitchen waft;
afternoon is here.
iii.
Dusk paints a red sky,
the sun retires for the night;
evening shall bring peace.
iv.
The stars and moon dance,
a waltz of shining passion;
night has come at last.
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
No.
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
gods
and
chaos.
Sta.sh
