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MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Show me who I'm waiting for
One who's eating love will take
My soul away, my worst mistakes
Child child, can't you see
The one who answers isn't me
Find yourself before you wade
For love immersion makes you fade.
Mirror mirror, I can't live
Life is jading, I cannot give
My trunk is barren, wind is stilled
By myself, I will be killed
Girl girl, stop the pain
Crimson ink forever stains
It may be painful, life beats down
Raise that smile from that frown
…
Mirror mirror, I've survived
And I found today my soul's alive
I see myself in your reflection
And now I'm in the right direction.
Woman woma
Tour of the territoryPenguinEatsCarrots:Tour of the territory3 months ago in Settings More Like This
Lynxtail got out of the warrior's den and stretched in the early air. She padded over to the apprentices den and stuck her head inside. Memories of when her and her brother were apprentices hit her like a wave. She smiled at the memory and called into the den, "Runningpaw! Wake up its time for me to show you the territory!"
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Runningpaw had been sleeping in the far corner of the den, but when Lynxtail had spoken, his ears pricked in her direction and he lifted his head up to look at her.
"Lynxtail? What are you doin' here?" The young Tom asked in his small voice. His emerald green eyes gleaming in the half li
Shifter EyesI first knew you brownShifter Eyes4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brown hair, brown eyes
Strange features in a strange face.
A year passed
I moved away
We still talked, you and I
When I visited, I learned your eyes
Were hazel.
Colors shifting with your soul
And I was growing up.
Another year passed us by
Sorrows, joys. We fell for one another.
Amazed, I found your eyes changed,
Green, light filled
With all the promise of spring growth.
It was you and me and us
But spring and summer fade
Into richly dying autumn.
You grew young again
And I aged too fast.
I broke your heart then.
A winter-cold premeditated thing.
Are your eyes barren brown fields again?
Elementary school shootingI just want to say that I am terribly sorry for the lives that was lost in the Elementary School Shooting earlier today. It's a senseless crime that was committed. No one should experience something like this. 20 young kids and 7 adults including the shooter. To the parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, I pray that God will heal your broken hearts and be with you all always forever and ever. Words cannot express the utter sorrow I feel that lives was lost today. Precious lives, innocent kids.Elementary school shooting5 months ago in Drama More Like This
If there was anything I could do, I would do it. All I can say is I'm so sorry and may God bless each and everyone of you who has experienced this t
Invisible sometimes I wonderInvisible1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I'm...
a ghost
a phantom
or...
just INVISIABLE
some days...
I'm ignored...
I'm forgotten...
or...
not even heard
sometimes I want
to scream...
and
shout out
loud...
do u see me?
do u
WordsРазгоняюсь. Догоняюсь. Загоняюсь. Отстаю.Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Не кривлюсь и не кривляюсь. Взмах руками на краю.
Разминуюсь. Размен
GECKO LADYWhen Time has stolen the blush from my bloomGECKO LADY5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my skin has withered into creased crinoline,
I'll be the loony gecko lady people gossip about
when they see me-climbing a tree so I can catch
a stray beam of sun in my teeth-or basking at
Midnight-soaking up a shot of lunar brilliance,
I will dwell in a room concocted from the stuff
of poesy and live off of chocolate seashells,
I will be the neighbourhood eccentric who
shuns people and is only gregarious with geckos,
who never wears panties or carries an umbrella
and howls at the Moon-even when she's sleeping
at the break of noon, I will laugh for no reason
in the elevator and never dust for fe
Reality of DreamingAlas!Reality of Dreaming11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Twas only a dream,
Yet seeming so
Real.
My certainty was pure,
Her embraced in
Tether.
No boring brown eyes,
Only the majestic
Green.
No out dated fashions,
Only silk soft
Lace.
I am no poet,
Her making me
One.
So know I know,
She's only a
Dream.
It does not exist,
Dreaming only of
Reality.
MotherWhat will you feel,Mother5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When others capture your kingdom?
What will you do,
When others devastate your freedom?
Will you kill the others,
When others try to kill you?
But what if your only danger is not the others' beast,
But your inner power unleashed?
We are the tree cutting it's own root,
We feed ourselves like widow feeds her brood.
There is no hope for our common Mother,
As children must love and be loved.
Sins we ever committed are zero,
Even the blind can see,that the sinner is hero.
There is no hope for our common Mother,
As Adam and Eve betray each other.
The womb is eaten from deep inside by worm,
We are the one which s
AngelAn Angel is the last person who will know he has wings.Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because if the Angel knew he had wings.
He would be tempted to do wrong,
or use them to get what he wanted.
And he would no longer be an angel.
So when you see an angel,
and you can see his wings,
keep it to yourself.
So he can stay an angel.
HaynsHayns2 months ago in Settings More Like This
Hayns. How to characterize these creatures from a far away world, Esvarra, in just a single word?
Empaths. Yes, this concept is a foundation of their culture, but it only answers “how?” and “why?” questions and not “what are they like?”
What does an empathy mean for a hayn? An ability to read minds of other's, an ability to feel their emotions. Inability to become distant from other creature's pain, great compassion toward other's suffering. A weird combination of collective intellect and individual reason.
Intellect and reason are not synonyms, at least in hayns' case. For example, let's take a computer
greed mealgreed meal1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
he was white and old, very old probably because there was no flesh on his bones and you can see them bursting out of his chest and thighs even his face his head was down he couldn't even manage to keep his eyes open he was starved i don't know how he's still standing they brought him in a car " his owners i mean " to the farm were we used to ride horses because we didn't have our own farm. they said if this farm doesn't buy him he will be killed and fed to the lions in some zoo so the owner of the farm was his last hope
you are probably saying " oh he must have bought him and saved his life " well the answer is no he didn't
he kept arguing
Voices.4 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Broken gadgetВ нем что-то опасно искрило…Broken gadget4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Приборчик разбит беспощадно.
Мы слепы теперь и бескрылы,
А наши враги — кровожадны.
EshlieОна изучала ночных бабочек. Бесшумных, мохнатых, словно укутанных в коричневые плащи с меховыми оторочками. &#Eshlie5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
prologueМного прошло веков с тех страшных дней, когда началась наша история. В те далёкие времена я и мои собратья ещё lprologue9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
RooibosIf under mulch she sang a rottenRooibos2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wood-like note with quiver
Nostalgic for her days alive
Surely they could forgive her
Most days it's quiet (these days it's cold)
Her bones observe the soil
But Spring is pulsing warm and gold
Teasing memories to boil
Like heated milk the liquid smell
of evening drips in branches
A honeybee who suffocates
falls near her musing ashes
"Is it wine or light strawberry?"
She asks him of the sky
Though his dead ears don't hear her query
The answer is "Like dye"
Just under mulch I hear a rotten
wood-like note with quiver
Flushing young in days alive
Of course I can f
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IdWe fought like animalsId6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lay like corpses
Rotting
Under a Syrian sun.
We made love like animals
And lay like corpses
Snoring
Under a Kansas sun.
4 Feb 2013you aren't coming back to me,4 Feb 20134 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you're just on the other side.
I've got nothing left for you,
but still you're holding by.
You Don't Know My NameYou Don't Know My NameYou Don't Know My Name5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am the boy at your school
that you never knew existed, tell the truth
The man that admires you as you pass by
and makes you feel uncomfortable
I am your biggest fan
and you don't even know my name
I am unstickable in your mind
Someone you'll forget soon
If we were alone in an elevator in office hours
you wouldn't look at me, no doubt about it
And if someone ever knew of my love for you
your face would be vivid red with vivid shame
I am the shit on your shoe
the weirdo on the bus
the kind stranger that you hate
and who just won't get out of your way
I am your biggest fan
and you don't even know my na
Silence .Silence6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How an Artist FeelsHow an Artist Feels10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lifting up the dress of the world and looking under her saturated Gorgy exterior I wonder to myself if this planet is devoid of life. I breathe in a breath of what I think is fresh air. Her girth is torturous; her depth is full of kindness. I look out over the water that looks like a desert covered in blue dust and it reminds me of a song lost in my memory…. "If there's one thing in my life that's missing
it's the time that I spend alone. Sailing on the cool and bright clear water. There's lots of those friendly people. They're showing me ways to go. But I neve
He Knows The EndHe Knows The End11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Romeo, romeo, where art thou, Romeo?
Here, Here, I am here, Juliet, here.
Why, Romeo, dost thou clench a dagger in your fist?
Why Juliet, dost thou clench a blade in your hand?
For they have come to slay one another,
For one cannot live without the other.
To live in pain is not life at all,
So end it...together.
Tearing both silk and leather.
He knows, he knows; The Puppetmaster knows,
The menace of puppeting.
of heart wrenching.
of blood letting.
With a fabric heart
And eyes without soul.
He is neither ghost
Nor ghoul.
...
Yet, the button eyes see all.
The course of humanity cannot be changed,
It cannot be held, gripped,
Sta.sh
