EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
Inception: EradicationArthur strode down the Parisian street with a steady, unbroken gait. He had one bag slung across his right shoulder, and a silver briefcase in his left hand. There was a Beretta strapped across his chest, hidden under the gray over-piece of his suit.Inception: Eradication5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the third apartment complex from the main street, he slipped inside after another resident; the complex was mostly inhabited by college students, and Ariadne lived on the fourth floor, sixth room down. She had never told him this; he had discovered it on his own, about a month ago, after the heat had died down from their first Inception.
When Ariadne answered the door, the look on her face was almost indescribable. Arthur, who was not prone to facial expression, could only describe it as a confusing mix of amazement, relief, and apprehension. A red flush came into her cheeks as he entered, and he felt that odd, tight feeling in his chest.
"Cobb's flight to London will arrive tonight. We'll need to meet him at Heathrow," Arthur had never
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
Let Me DieLet me dieLet Me Die15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me die,
It hurts to live,
Let me die,
My soul to give.
I want to die,
Give me rest,
I don't want to try,
Just a bullet in the chest.
Every acrid breath makes sweet death,
Like the gentle touch of a lovers caress.
Let me die,
I beg you please,
Pain and disease
Are only a tease.
Give me a place,
Where I can be free,
Where demons wont chase,
And torture me
Holding On - A Verse of Dreams and Lost FantasiesHolding OnHolding On - A Verse of Dreams and Lost Fantasies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rayen V Storme
People move on,
So they say…
It’s a fact of life really
We are children, minds full of wonder
Every moment an adventure
We dream and we live and every moment
Made of gold
Lost in the seas of change
We are teenagers
Minds filled with sex and rebellion
How to fit in?
School, life, growing up
It is forced down our throats
Until we change
Or are trampled into dust
We are adults
Our dreams are long past
Our treasured moments are all sweet
Yet tinged with bitter
Locked away in a chest of heavy wood and heavier hearts
So we have something to hold on to
When the present leaves us behind
We are old
Our fantasies are long since a distant memory
Hanging on between absolute loss and damning remembrance
We live in the past
Staring into the treasure chest with longing
But incapable of touch
Unable to go forward
Unable to go back
This is how they all live
Filled with bitter unhappiness and weeping
-i. the world would be a better place if-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer existed
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
to believe in ourselves
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
the scars that adorn our bodies
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
My MistakeI made the mistake of trusting youMy Mistake3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
One too many times
Thought you'd never lie again
But i still see all the signs
I made the mistake of giving you my heart
And you broke it in two
I'm laying here in pieces
And my eyes are crying too
I made the mistake of loving you
I wasted all my time
When i was there, you were with her
I missed you as if you were mine
I made the mistake of believing you
And listening to your plea
But why would you ever
Stay with a girl like me?
My mistake was how i felt
When i was with you
I wish i could turn back time
To when i never knew
If I Had Heaven on Speed DialThe gulls near me make a terrible racket over a few crumbs someone left along the beach. I wait with my brand-new phone held tightly in my hand and against my ear, afraid I'll miss the answer on the other side. So far, all I hear is continuous ringing. The tide is high, and all the vacationers are enjoying their picnics and games less than a mile up the beach. They make as much racket as the gulls, but it's the kind of noise that city people bring with them no matter where they go, corrupting such a beautiful day while they trick themselves into thinking all they want peace and quiet. To escape into the roar of the tide, I had made my way down to the high rocks on the edge of the beach where the waves crash against the sun washed boulders.If I Had Heaven on Speed Dial3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dare to look at my watch, wondering if anyone is ever going to pick up on the other line. “Come on...come on,” I mumble to myself.
I had climbed the safest looking rock and sat at the edge with
Willows and WarThey used to meet there every eveWillows and War2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beneath the willow tree
and then war came and there it ended
the stillness of waiting peace
yet every eve he crossed the bridge
to the other side of town
and waited neath the willow tree
where they used to meet
rain and fire
bombs and tired
he still traveled every night
several years passed and yet
of her there was not a sight
he went there one last time
marking when first they'd met
and found her neath the willow tree
The Smell of CocoaHe never drinks his cocoa. He makes a cup every day, in the early hours of the morning when the rest of the world, including me, is still heavily asleep (but then he never was much of a sleeper anyway) and places it the shelf above his desk or the small nightstand by the bed depending on what he plans to do for the day, but he never drinks it. Instead, he continues with his routine without even looking at it for the rest of the day. At first, I didn't dare ask him why he does it, our relationship (and joint living arrangements) still too new and raw for me to dare risk it over something like that (at least in my head; for years, he used to tell me that I tend to overthink things, until, in the end, his constant commentary broke the habit for me).The Smell of Cocoa2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Later, it became a habit, something peculiar about him that made him him (he had countless others as well, but they were far more annoying than this). For years, it has been a daring mystery, a small joke to tell to m
Trust No OneYouTrust No One2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Do you really trust
The one you call your life companion,
Who tells you that you're beautiful,
To cover up his true intent from you
And what about the ones
You used to call your friends, who said
They'd be there when you need them,
Then stabbed you in the back with no regret
Are you truly so naive,
In your heart, do you believe,
That those who surround you
Are telling you the truth?
Do you really trust
The man who took your heart and broke it
Into a million pieces,
And asks now for a second chance
How can you bring yourself
To trust the government
That left you for a dead man,
And now wants you to fight for it again
Are you truly so naive,
In your heart, do you believe,
That those surrrounding you
Are telling you the truth?
Well, then take off the blinds and see,
Look into their eyes and percieve,
Learn now the truth behind the
Ones you thought you knew!
Sick and TiredSick and TiredSick and Tired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sick of trying to help,
In a world that gives nothing back.
I am sick of everything I've done for people,
In a world that gives no comfort in return.
I am sick of being the only one who cares,
In a world that doesn't give a damn.
Glass GirlThe glass girlGlass Girl2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as the world shatters
the pieces fall
The sky falls
Still she dances
as only glass girls
As if she can't see
the world shatter
as if it's all
paying no mind
to all else
before the world
the end of an age
"See, there's still
beauty in this world,"
Is a shattered
with a smile
on her face
mutterings from over the cuckoo's nesti.mutterings from over the cuckoo's nest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is dark. that
is a judgment. my roommate
is snoring, and somewhere,
a girl is crying because
she doesn't have a heart
so she doesn't have
a home. if we are time bombs,
I think I must have detonated
a little late. it is dark
and I can't see
why all problems are defined
but their need to be solved.
I dream in color, but I live
in black and white. I drown
in gray faces that don't
sound familiar; it is dark
and I can't remember
the last time it was bright.
I am afraid
of caring. we are a strange
people, we, who love by
hating ourselves, by bleeding
am afraid that
one day, I might start crying,
and I won't be able to stop and
it will be the second Great Flood,
all the world will drown in
my mistakes. You
draw that out of me,
like a marionette on
a string, you pull these
anchors out from
my stomach until I
can hardly breathe. you
live on the other half of the mirror,
I am afraid
that distance is too
in the end,
it's all the same. every
Words in the WindWords in the WindWords in the Wind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you leave your words in the wind?
Or to clarify;
Do you throw words around without care?
Not thinking of what they mean?
Of what they represent?
Of how they make someone feel?
I love you.
You are beautiful.
You mean the world to me.
These are all such treasured and meaningful expressions.
Don’t waste them.
Don’t make them meaningless.
Don’t insult someone by saying it to their face after having screamed it to the world.
From a person who tosses such endearments to the winds
They are not a soft and comforting caress
But stinging acid and burning pain.
And if you are such a person, think of the last time someone said such words to you,
And meant it with all their heart and soul
Now think of the last time you said it to them
And remember the look in their eyes
Was it one of happiness, knowing you both care for each other?
Or one of pain, knowing that no matter how hard they try themselves,
Your response will never be as perso
Hurt...Why is it,Hurt...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That when you try your best
Not to hurt a soul...
You end up getting hurt
More than anybody else?
Imagine DragonsThis story has been fully voice-acted. Scroll to the description for the audio.Imagine Dragons2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
...And here I am, walking up these large stone steps. Climbing up them, literally, as they were not made for humans to traverse. I would have been tired of ascending them each day, if not for the fact that I was no longer human. You see, I am what they call a Dragon Hunter. I happened to be one from the icy north and as such, this entire army of armour-clad Templars brought me along to exterminate the demon dragon that was said to plague these frost-bitten mountains.
The Icy Peaks of Teruel, or so they called them. Really they were just a collection of very large and harsh mountains, in which nothing dared to make its home. There was no wildlife here, no trees, not even the barest hint of a stone bug to be found. There was literally nothing here, except for a blind belief that a demonic drago
WorldsWorldsWorlds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know why I created worlds in my head?
It’s so I wouldn't be alone on this one
I have no problems with mother Earth and her populace
I simply lack a place to belong upon her skin
Floating through space like a mote in God’s eye
But far, far smaller
Thus I create worlds in my mind
Thus I fly to the burning cold stars above our heads
It isn't to escape the beautiful and immense Earth
It is to escape myself
For I fear my thoughts
And I fear my nightmares
But most of all
I fear the loneliness
Knowing that no matter where I am
No matter where I stand
I am, and shall remain,
That is the reason I run away into my dreams
To escape that hollow feeling deep within that haunts each and every moment
Inhale the Earth
Exhale the Pain
Left with nothing
Welcome To RealityWelcome to reality!Welcome To Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here logic does not apply,
And everything you thought you knew
Is all a big old lie!
Where good is lame, and evil reigns,
And heroes are a thing of the past
And darkness, it devours all
From the first right down to the last
It's riddled with conspiracy
And nothing's what it seems
Your life's no longer yours to live
But for the ruler's every whim
You may believe it's all a dream
Wake up! This is reality!
There's no more hope, and no escape
And nowhere left to relocate
Welcome to reality!
Do enjoy your stay
For this is where you'll spend your life
Down to your last days!
You belong~I was looking through old drawings and found an old text that I wrote, probably....some years ago and I thought I'd share it xDYou belong~2 years ago in Personal More Like This
It's a stupid and often misinterpreted word that has little to no meaning when considered.
'Normal' is a word we invented to explain the things, people, creatures, actions and methods that we are used to.
A word to explain how the majority of that certain thing usually is.
Too many people think it means 'the way things are supposed to be'.
It's an unfinished word with a broken meaning.
What someone else considers normal might not be what you consider normal, and vice versa.
'Normal' should not exist, because everything and nothing is normal.
Not being what the majority of people consider normal doesn't mean being some kind of freak.
I'd like to call it being 'original' and think for ourselves.
Being a leader, not a follower. We need both to balance every