So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
From here I shall stand and look down on the world. I shall watch as the leaders of great nations look for ways to fill the void. I shall watch as they lead their followers down the road that can end only in ruin.
One day they will all realize that the void can only be filled by God. Only God can lead them down the appropriate road.
So I shall stand here, looking on as the world leads itself toward its own destruction. And I will pray for them.
Distorted ImageSuch a pretty girl she was,Distorted Image8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But she never knew her beauty
The mirror lied to her eyes,
Her loveliness shrouded
Reassurances always needed
And rarely accepted
"Am I pretty?", she asks
"Am I worthy of love?"
"Would I really listen if you said I was?"
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And this beholder is blind
Oblivious to obvious perfection
All their Ooo's and Ahh's fall on deaf ears
Disregarding the beauty within her
And ignoring the beauty around her
Adoration goes unnoticed by downcast eyes
Raining down and rolling off
These words will never saturate her
And she's so thirsty for their compliments
She grasps at the words that flow through her fingers
Always escaping her grasp,
And her heart
As the days go by she repeats her daily routine,
She closes her eyes tight against her reflection and says,
Tomorrow I will be pretty
All Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the Coast11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weather ballons have shut down
out of boredom. The sky is the exact opposite
of an exploded circus. I'm feeling let down,
thinking I would miss you more.
Puddles are even leaving town
in search of something more famous to reflect.
I could go for a walk through the streets
you've left behind but I know they will someday
open up, swallow everyone who trusted them.
I think I will stay inside instead
and rummage through empty wine bottles,
hoping to disturb some hungover genie
and ask him if he's ever had any wishes of his own,
maybe a pleasant sunny day to himself
on top of a water tower,
some grapes and cheese to nibble on
while he calculates the chance
that it will never rain again,
then writes it across the sky
in a language no one understands.
Still waitingLiving in limbo i rStill waiting7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spinning in a c c
Idle fingers and mind
becoming a playground
Struggle to contain,
these thoughts burn
to the d
Soft DefenderMy army of teddy bears.Soft Defender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their cuteness fooling many.
A duty to shield me from my nightmares.
When my eyes start getting heavy.
My soft defenders always by my side.
Nothing gets by them, 'cause they're always ready.
Dance of the Water LilyIn the cold moonlightDance of the Water Lily2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a great purple figure,
both lean but larger than life.
In the glistening pond
she dances upon the water,
twirling forever on.
Sparkling and shining,
cold dew in her hair,
she looks to the sky
without a care.
Singing and dancing,
her garment so fair,
the lily of the pond.
Lie to me, honestlyYour lies blur your truthsLie to me, honestly8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I can't tell them apart
I struggle with this dilemma,
wondering if I should let you go
How can I ever trust you again,
knowing I'll never be sure
I want to tell you everything
but what good would it do?
Why can't you speak?
Does the truth burn your tongue?
Your silence speaks volumes
to my unanswered questions
So I find my decision
but I struggle to choose it
Wishing I could wipe the slate clean
and start again with the truth
Crowd of LonelinessThey walk in talking and laughingCrowd of Loneliness8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one noticing the girl in the corner
She sits here silently
Feeling herself sink deeper
All she wants is to escape
But there's no way to leave
From this place of light and laughter
... and loneliness
So all she can do is count the hours
The minutes, the seconds
Until she can run from here
And wrap herself in solitude
Hiding from the world
Morning's RegretI wake with the dawn, but then just roll over. I pull my pillow over my head and try to go back to sleep. It's so cold and lonely in this bed all alone, and I don't want to remember what happened last night. I drift in and out of melancholy dreams only to wake a few hours later still feeling groggy. I notice it's still pretty dark outside and look at the clock to be sure it is really still day. Yeah, nine-thirty. I'd stay in bed all day and sleep if I thought it would make me feel better. I know really I'll only feel worse, like you were right all along. I decide I'll lie here a little longer and try to plan out my day some before actually getting up. As I stare at the ceiling making invisible lists, my thoughts drift to a few angry words so fresh I can still hear their echo in my heart. I don't know why I said them, or why I let you go. All I know now is that this bMorning's Regret8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe it's you who's weirdI do what I wantMaybe it's you who's weird8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe what I believe
I think for myself
I chose my own choices
No I don't fit in the norm
No I'm not like everyone else
I'm different than you
I'm proud of who I am
Since when did being Unique
Become something frowned upon
Why should we be all alike
Just a bunch of clones
Dancing to the same beat
Loving the same people
I'm happy with my choices, no regrets
No matter the label
I love with my whole heart
Can you say the same?
Poetry is my friendWallflower girlPoetry is my friend8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to blend with the scenery
Wishing for this night to end
And she can return to seclusion
Periods of small talk interrupting
Millennia of loneliness
Once the crowd is gone
She'll be safe once again
Surrounded by the comfort
Of the ones she truly loves
The ones who don't judge
If only books could hug back
On Dreams and NightmaresWaiting for words that never comeOn Dreams and Nightmares8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For tears that never stop
For the day when this is over
There's no time for all this waiting
As my life flitters away
I grasp at the bits of dust in the sunlight
Sleepless moments and nightmares
I grow tired of this bed
Why do we return to it again and again?
Is this really about me or for the other girl?
The one I dream about, dream to be
The girl in the mirror will never be me
Smokes Chapter 1Smokes Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zuko dreamed he was a prince who could control fire.
Zuko's alarm screeched and he jolted awake. The boy groaned and rolled over, kicking the tangle of sheets off his legs and slapping his hand down on the offending clock until it shut up. He got out of bed with a sigh, unhappy to leave the feelings of comfort behind, especially when he knew what was coming after.
Zuko wasn't a prince and he couldn't control fire.
The sleepy teen stumbled out of his room and into the hallway. He could hear his uncle moving around in the kitchen, but wasn't in any sort of mood to greet him, and so simply made his way to the bathroom.
Zuko caught a look of himself in the mirror and wished he hadn't. His hair had grown over the summer so that it was thick and messy, but it still couldn't cover the burn scar over the left side of his eye. He rubbed his good eye to clear it of sleep.
When he was little his mother had told him that the sleepies in his eyes in the morning were the left
At days endTurn the music upAt days end8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So loud I can't hear myself think
So loud I can't hear myself feel
Anything I can sing to
Anything I can scream to
I need some anesthetic before I crack
counting, Counting, COUNTING
Threads of sanity unravel so quickly
I weave until my fingers bleed
My tapestry becoming steadily crimson
A stain I fear may never fade
But still I weave, I will forever weave..
Crush - FrerardCrush - Frerard7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's hard being the new kid.
Gerard picked up his worn out backpack containing only his sketchpad, some pencils and pens, and a few well-read comics. He figured he'd be prepared to eat lunch alone. He would have had lunch with Mikey at least, but unfortunately they didn't get the same lunch period. He'd gotten to his first two classes alright, but he had no idea where his next class was. It was Art. He knew it was somewhere on the second floor, so at least he could just wander around until he saw some art kids. You could always tell which ones they were. Most of them dressed like hippies. Lots of tie dye and long hair. He didn't exactly fit in with them, but he liked that they never seemed to care. Of all the people he'd met in high school, they were the only ones he didn't feel the need to disappear around. They were accepting of him, even if he was the quiet kid th
2am: Enemies to PeaceNephrite, Mercury had learned quickly, hated newcomers. She decided his brain, confronted with a word too long for him like 'arrival', must have divested the term of its first two letters.2am: Enemies to Peace7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Well. With his record lately, Nephrite might want to consider being a little more polite. Mercury let herself smirk as she made her way through the tunnels she was just beginning to know, heading towards where she knew she'd find the Dark Kingdom whipping-boy. There had been an audience with Beryl, and it would be easy to guess how it had gone from his attitude. Partly hidden, she waited for him.
Her smile widened as Nephrite came storming into view, clearly furious...and clearly frustrated.
"Why is he siding with Kunzite?!" A fist formed at the shitennou general's side.
Even though the sailor-uniformed girl realized perfectly well that the sulking boy hadn't meant to be overheard, and even though she wasn't sure wha
Love's giftWe make the worst decisionsLove's gift7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and learn to love this nakedness
For we won't be the ones
to live with the consequences
It's a gift we give to our children
to be handed down like your mother's silver
We shall take a bite
and they will feel the weight
For what we do is done in ignorance
but they will know better (now that it's too late)
and they will struggle with our mistakes
trying to turn back the clock
An impossibility to fix what we've broken
yet they try and fail, and try again
As if persistence could make up for years of neglect
years of abuse, years of dysfunctional thought
But oh, they will try..
..to live with our greatest sin
TruthBlood fed flower, beautiful yet so sour,Truth2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To wander with countless hours,
The sun rising spills grief with its rays,
There's always darkness to show the way.
Its hunger that opened my eyes to reality,
Not the abstinence of my desires,
This is perpetual, never ending,
Our freedom,We each our own gods of emptiness.
Mocking reality with the unfathomable perfect,
Nothing experienced or spoken is such a word,
Life itself, is the only gift given,
To hold truth in my arms, not perfection, is happiness.
Non-FictionI live through my pen, through my keyboard. Writing lines down, lives down. Ideas spin through my mind and my fingers struggle to keep up. You are a reoccurring character, I wonder if you always knew that. What I can't tell you with my vocal chords, my fingers will lay down in strokes. Woven words and bits of truth, tell stories I live (if sometimes only in my head).Non-Fiction6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Sometimes I wonder how much of my life is purely fiction.
Spark the fireEvery majestic lake begins with a single drop of rain. Every beautiful beach with a single grain of sand. It's amazing how someone believes they can't make a difference because they are only one person. It does seem difficult to be the first one to speak up, to make a stand, to fight for equality. If you care about something, someone, enough to stop being silent at the expense of another, you do make a difference. Everyone has the ability to touch other's lives, to make them better, to make our world a more peaceful place. I hope that one day we will all share this dream where differences will be welcomed, where being unique or speaking a less popular opinion will be valued. As John Lennon wrote, "you may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." Dream with me awhile, maybe this dream will come to life sooner than we think.Spark the fire8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
My allotment"For a man is destined to but once to live and allotted to each one time to die. This is the way it has been and will always be."My allotment4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, I can't really explain how it all happened or even why, so you'll get no help that way. What I can do is tell you what happened and maybe you can help me with the rest.
I was born the same as everyone else, went to school in Bozeman hated it just like everyone else grew up, got a girlfriend, got a job nearby; you know, I was a normal person. I got married and had two kids. I never moved out of the area. When my eldest was just three, war broke out. The entirety of Western Africa decided that it would be a good idea to invade Europe. With the sheer force of their numbers, it only took a few days. They greedily set their eyes on the rest of the world and, joined by certain expansionist nations in Asia, they opened the tides of battle.
Being a patriotic man, as far as you can b
Love....If love is for the young at heartLove....3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you please explain
Why my heart should miss a beat
Each time I hear your name?
And why is it I hunger
For every word you tell?
Each scrap of information
I memorize it well.
I may not be as young as some
But have a heart that's true
I just had to let you know
This heart beats just for you.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.