Deja vuDeja vu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raindrops hit my window
like the stones you used to throw.
Waking me each morning.
Waking me each night.
Beneath The Black WillowsBeneath The Black Willows3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.
Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.
Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.
There Was a Storm TodayThere Was a Storm Today3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,
twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.
Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,
While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.
Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-
(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)
The puddles chased the passing storm to clear
the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.
Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb
swinging by a string in some attic from the past.
The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.
And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingers through the clouds
So the birds can fly again.
In The GardenIn The Garden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sunlight threw its hair across the peeling iron fence
Bathing rosebud domes in deep vanilla shades
Katydids clicked their thighs as moonbeamed moths ducked
Taking shelter beneath shadowed petal veils
I kissed the pale dawn, leaping over iron fence
My barefoot soles left yellow streaks across the silver stones
In the shadow of a sparrow I kept the garden path
One by one the slender trees curtsied as I passed
The liquid honey sunlight filtered through the Autumn dawn
And here I spent my afternoon, Dreaming winters gone
Too Gay?I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.Too Gay?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, politics, gay rights, or my significant other come up, I'm not shy about saying that I am a lesbian. If that offends you, the fault is yours, not mine.
Secondly, many people misinterpret normal behaviors as being innately gay. I've known straight men that have many stereotypically gay mannerisms and many straight wom
PianistPianist3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His fingertips splashed through the ivory keys
With ripples that scattered in rows
While windows bloomed petals of watery pinks
Each kissing his cheeks with a glow
Releasing his notes like a bird caged in spring
He untangled the keys from their din
Making sense of a sequence not meant to be seen
He etches them deep in his skin.
He performs for the windows and plays for the halls
The curtains will sway in his song
The picture frames quiver and jump from the walls
Beneath the great rush of his palms.
So I open my window, before I lay rest
Just to capture a trace of his spawn
It's been years since I've heard it, but still I await
for the chime of the Pianist's song.
I Am, Who Are You?I am thirteen years old.I Am, Who Are You?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am one of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I am proud.
I am strong.
I am unique.
I am a poet.
I am an artist.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
I am not crazy.
I am not strange.
I am different.
I am me.
Who are you?
Ripped ApartRipped Apart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watch in silence as he rips her apart..limb by limb. The sound of crunching and blood splattering was almost too much to bare.
You're next. I hear the voice inside my head scream.
"Please! Please don't subject me to such arbitral wickedness! I beg of you, I'll do anything you wish." I cried. The creature dropped the carcass and turned to me. Her body was so twisted and disfigured, I couldn't bare to look again.
It's your turn now! You didn't help her.. the reek of betrayal was strong in the air, almost too thick to breathe in.
"Do what you wish to me.. It doesn't matter anymore." I fell to my knees crying. It came closer, smelling the fear that covered me. I knew it was over, yet something inside me screamed to keep fighting. While it slowly tore at my skin I tried to distance myself, thinking of the old days when I was safe and warm in my bed. Nothing could ever harm me..the monsters were never real and I..was happy. A tear fell upon the floor, mixing wit
The Ashes of My HeartThe Ashes of My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ash that was once my heart
Flew away in the cold,
And unforgiving wind of reality.
Dancing with its twirls
Leaving a little bit of my heart
Here and there
So I could never recollect it.
All I've got now is a shadow of a soul
And who knows how long I have
Until that disappears in the world
Just like everything else that concerns me-
No one knows
And they never will.
Desire YouI know you're somewhere out thereDesire You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps in another time or place
Because the right time has not come
Like me you're also unaware
I've usually focused on a single person
Obviously that hasn't worked
So now I simply walk through life
Not really searching for you at all
Searching would be a waste of time
Things will come together naturally
I'm not going to worry about it too much
But it would be nice to meet you
Somewhere out there you're living your life
Which has yet to collide with mine
To me you don't have a name or face
In spite of this I desire you
Hell is WaitingHell is Waiting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once I had the strangest dream, truly it had an inconceivable scheme. Let me tell you of the haunting scene.
I was standing in a field, there was a gale that refused to yield. The ground below me fell and as I began to drop I did yell. Through the core I dove, through the fiery pits I drove.
Suddenly I was trapped in an eerie fog, as if I had landed in a bog. The smell of sulfur hung in the air, clinging onto my memories which I could not repair. The smell of death and decay fell fully on me without delay. So finally I opened my eyes and oh did they burn, and what I saw made my insides churn. Here I saw twisted mangled figures with so many distorted horrific features.
A sinister laugh echoed in the deathly silence, a testament to its evil nature lay before me as evidence. Mankind strewn about in so many charred remains, this was some sort of hellish domain. So here in this nightmare, my imagination began to dare. I pondered at the details of the picture before me, and my soul ripped ou
Mermaid's DreamSwimming in an endless sea,Mermaid's Dream2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Living under the water so free,
Light above, Darkness below,
Where it started, no one knows.
Searching as I transcend,
Willing to comprehend,
What more could there be,
Other than the endless sea.
Is there another world above?
It's inhabitants able to love?
What would I give,
To find a way to live,
Out of the sea,
If only it could be.
I know not of that world,
Its stories untold,
beckoning me closer,
Like a song from it's composer.
Do I stay or do I swim?
Lose some scales and gain more skin?
Should I leave what I know behind,
And seek out a brighter sky?
The Avenging AngelThe Avenging Angel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The gates of heaven open, out walks a woman her hair blackest raven. Her slow stride is steady and resolute, her eyes passionate. Her lips part in deliberate progression, her eyes burn with aggression. Her body is clad in black, any vestige of virginal white to her back. She moves as a liquid dance, moving to an unheard cadence.
Her eyes rest on earth with a cruel yet somber stare, something so wicked from one so fair. Her hips sway, a swift bound without delay. Launching herself to the plane of humanity, her black wings extend beating in a steady beat leading her towards her intended calamity.
She hits the atmosphere taking it in stride, in her grace her strength belied. The sonic boom shatters glass, an eerie sound as the apocalypse comes to pass. With one hand pointed to the stars she draws a mighty blade, damning them for what God forbade.
The Avenging Angel vengeance was perfectly and beautifully made.
Love is.....Love is what binds us togetherLove is.....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what tears us apart
Love will revive us all
and it will kill us all
Love is everything
and it is nothing
Love is death
and it is life
Love is love
The Raven's RemedyThe Raven's Remedy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His Virginia beloved, only her he coveted; his night and day, hanging onto every word she did say. One day, the Raven came and took her away.
Poe clung to his memory of her, the lines of his reality began to blur. Into fitful rages he flew, his obsession and madness only grew.
A new muse! The idea he simply would refuse. His delirious obsession completely destroying any comprehension. His writings were fully demented, showing his reality had been fully distorted.
Here in his study he was isolated, and in the lonely darkness his heart was elated. For here visions of his gone Virginia would appear the apparition of the one he held so dear.
Just one more sip, the pain would slip, and in would walk his Virginia.
The Raven made another visit, his soul he had to submit. And as his convulsions vanished in walked his Virginia, the memory he would not banish. She saw him and wept, for his sanity he had not kept, for into a sea of opiates he had swept.
Now the question is which was his true o
GermanyxReader Birthday GirlGermanyxReader Birthday Girl2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Please Luddy!" You pouted up at the tall German. He scowled, crossing his arms.
"I don't know ____. I really don't like people in zere." His cheeks turned pink.
You stared at him.
He stared back.
"Jesus Luddy. It's not like it's your porn closet. It's just your kitchen." You huffed, rolling your eyes.
His face flushed red. "I don't have a....... FINE." He moved so you could walk past him. You smirked, waltzing into his kitchen.
You had come to Ludwig's mainly because he had the best equipped kitchen you had ever seen. And you liked to have everything at your finger tips when baking a cake.
Who was the cake for?
You of course. It was your birthday.
"Oh, um Happy Birzday ______." Ludwig held out a tiny package. "Feliciano und I got zis for you."
You hugged the big man, smiling. "Thanks Luddy, you really didn't have to do that!"
He blushed, mumbled something, then left the room. You opened the p
FriendFinally I can seeFriend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Really see your heart
It is so big and beautiful
Even with all your defects
No one can replace you
Don't ever change
Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 10 parte 2 (2)Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 10 parte 2 (2)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
El arribo de Itachi a su casa fue silencioso. Le pidió a Shisui que lo dejara solo y aunque cruzaron un par de palabras duras porque su primo no quería abandonarlo, se había terminado por rendir caminando en dirección opuesta a la de Itachi.
Se sentó en la entrada y se sacó las sandalias como siempre lo hacía, dejándolas ordenadamente junto a los zapatos de su madre. Miró hacia la habitación de Sasuke y sus ojos se volvieron borrosos. Siempre había pensado que era el sharingan lo que lo estaba dejando ciego, pero ahora entendía que todo ello se debía a esa condición que Ino Yamanaka le había explicado con tanto lujo de detalle.
Su cansancio se debía a lo mismo. Se sentía fatigado la mayor parte de tiempo pero había asumido que eso se debía a la cantidad de trabajo que realizaba en ANBU y también por su auto entrenamiento.
A veces se p
The 4w5 Existential Crisis: Flaws and AllI've always been interested in personality tests. When I was about 15, I took the Myers-Briggs one and wound up with INFP. It really did describe me, but I felt like something was missing. I wondered if I really did fit the I (introversion), the N (intuitiveness), the F (feeling), and the P (perceiving).The 4w5 Existential Crisis: Flaws and All3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I loved my alone time and preferred smaller gatherings to huge groups of people, but I had no problem fitting in in a party setting and talking to people I didn't know... so was I really an introvert? And when it came to solving a problem, I would almost always try to use logic first. For example: "He's my best friend! We get along so well together! There's no way we can't make an awesome couple, too!" Then I'd get this kind of second-thought feeling, a "This doesn't feel right", and reevaluate the decision with my feeling centers. I figured Myers-Briggs didn't really go into that...
Being an INFP, a Healer, was kind of a "rose-colored glasses" view of my personality. I don't see mysel
One More Mistake.With every word that I sayOne More Mistake.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With every smile I fake
Every moment I live
I'm making one more mistake...
All the tears that I've cried
Have fallen unnoticed
No matter how hard I try
Nobody will know this...
Every friend that I've made
Everything I create
With every door that I open
I'm making one more mistake...
I hate what I've done
And this person that I've become
I hate these scars on my wrist
Is there no ending to this...?
With every beat of my heart
With every breath that I take
Every day I wake up
Is just another mistake...
One Last GoodbyeWriting one last letter, saying one last good-bye,One Last Goodbye9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My blood falling to the floor, as if coming from the sky.
"You told me that you love me, but we could never be,
I cannot live without you, so I'm doing this you see."
"If we cannot be together, then I don't want to live,
I've got nothing left at all, nothing left to give."
I close the envelope softly, seal it wish a kiss,
Turn to look the other way, and wait for my dismiss.
Feather FragileHer heart is feather fragileFeather Fragile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden so deep inside
Fractured and hard to handle
Her broken lullaby
Ghostly words echoing through her
A coldness like winter
Any moment may undo her
Lonely and splintered
Clouds heavy with the tears of an angel
That was caught and is hopelessly tangled
In the web of lies that the world has weaved
A fabrication she thought she believed
Her halo slips and it falls to the cold ground
Shatters asunder; not a single sound
Her tears soon follow and they washed away
Any little hope that might have remained
Her heart, so feather fragile
Behind a lock and a matching key
Nobody will ever handle
This heart that belongs to me
The sky goes pale with a lifeless shade of grey
As the sun sets light begins to fade away
In one last final effort, she struggles to break free
Tears now staining her delicate paper wings
Realizing that her fate isn't something she can escape
She cries alone in solitude, unwillingly she waits
Counting stars, wondering if they care