Reality of DreamingAlas!Reality of Dreaming3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Twas only a dream,
Yet seeming so
My certainty was pure,
Her embraced in
No boring brown eyes,
Only the majestic
No out dated fashions,
Only silk soft
I am no poet,
Her making me
So know I know,
She's only a
It does not exist,
Dreaming only of
Sympathy for PuppetsI’ve seen the face of god in the hollowed eyes of childrenSympathy for Puppets2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Brainwashed by absurd views, and by fear
Sacrificed to a burning eternity
Before they could even speak
I have witnessed the result of religion driven hate
And how a savior can become a dictator
An army of worshipers at heed of a demand
The slaughtered of many are lost in the past
I’ve watched as the innocent are skinned alive
While the brutal and cruel are rewarded
With the dark satisfaction of silencing a voice
I have seen the personal work of god
In those born with disabilities
Children with underdeveloped brains
Babies that die before their first breath
Only to be released into a never ending nothingness
Because their lips failed to form a prayer
And finally, I have felt the ultimate wrath of god
In the suffering of all those who live
Not because they have done wrong
But because they dare to live
Love AgainLove AgainLove Again1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Every possible future will mimic the past
I've stayed awake-
Inside the eternal moments that I've created
And my immortal regret-
Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
WishI wish I could writeWish2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All along the walls
Paint the sky till it sings
And never let it fall
I wish I could compose
rivers, oceans and seas
Create balance by
Inking every tree
I wish the world vivid
Blurs of green, blue and grey
Oh, it shall be a painting
Of both the night and day
Cursed The blackened fur of the devil's pet, festered before me. It smelled of putrefying meat and feces. Its flesh was falling from its cursed bones. I looked away—I was ashamed. Was this the beast I was to become? I returned my gaze to the obscene creation that still breathed through a sewn mouth. It's black, rigid horns curled sharply, only to penetrate the creature's skull.Cursed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its clouded eyes watched me without movement. I didn't like this. I hated this. I turned to run but there, before me, was the beast. I looked behind me where it had once stood but it had vanished. It was mocking me. "You think you can scare me!" I shouted loudly at the thing, unaware if it could understand me or not. "You think you can make me change my ways?" I laughed at it, angry with its assumptions. "I know what I am to become, you foolish demon—I know this immortal soul is damned." I hissed angrily.
It was then that the beast cocked its rancid head, disturbing the stench that r
Huh? Evil?the Fat Apple Set On The Teacher"s Table Always TemptingHuh? Evil?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the hungry students who was always hungry. no apple should be so fat right! it was like 'i am so Fat i am Juicy.' but the fat juicy apple never satisfy the teacher. so teacher never eat it. her leave it seating on the table so she"s hungry students get hungry and again and again. it is like this every day, or not every day most like every Monday Tuesday and Wednesday Thursday and Friday. Because school is not happening on Saturdays And Sunday"s. so fat juicy apple seat on table tempting students every weak day.
Teacher laugh at them all the time and tell to them 'You be hungry my, hungry students. You has been very bad and naughty and dirty. I dont like dirty filthy kids in my home, I mean school i mean class.' the teacher were most Evil for she were genius and all the genius in the world were Evil.
dont be afraid children, Evil genius always going to be existent in the world and wont never go away or disappear so dont be afraid,
AbstractionThe door slammed shut behind her with such force the pictures rattled on the walls. She threw herself down on the sofa, before jumping up again. She just couldn't stay still! There was too much going on inside her, and somehow the self-pity that she expected to feel was being drowned with an overwhelming anger.Abstraction2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She threw a pillow, started with something soft, but the gentle sound it made when it connected with the wall was not what she wanted. So she picked up a book and threw it without looking, the crash as a lamp hit the floor was so satisfying, almost too much so.
Without thinking she ran to the kitchen and threw all the plates that she could see. She tipped over drawers and felt the reverberations of the knives and forks roll down her spine. This was what she needed.
With barely a thought she began to throw anything her fingers touched. Papers fluttered through the air like confetti while mugs smashed against walls and wine splashed wetly across the floor.
It still wasn't enough!
ForgettingDreaming, your voice ringsForgetting3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in my ears. I struggle to
be reminded why.
Let me not forget
the reasons I have chosen
to seek happiness.
Well-awakeWell-awake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My crushed dreams
Awaken me in my deep stillness
They amaze me
Pulling me up
Into deep emotional state
Leaving me lively
A Friend In NeedIt was a very not so peaceful day on planet mobius in the city of New Mobotropolis. Although most of the citizens thought differently but for the freedom fighters & their closest friends & family it was a nightmare. They had just lost sally along with bunnie losing her powers, to make matter worse Ixis Naugus with the help of the people became the new king although the council was still intact but his new position was fueling everyone's unjustified fear of Nicole. As tails walked through the city he was filled with so much dread about how everything went so bad so fast but soon he could hear Nicole asking to be left alone.A Friend In Need3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
· Nic: please just leave me alone!!!
Watching from above he saw his friend being cornered by three mobians a male panda, female raccoon & male duck, all surrounding Nicole trying their best to hurt her & get rid of her.
· Panda: no way freak we're getting our last bit of fun in.
· Rac: yeah before king Naugus takes you down
A Failed FairytaleI'm going to tell you a story,A Failed Fairytale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story of a fairy tale gone wrong,
Of broken hearts and shattered dreams,
Of pain that flows into words.
If you are looking for a happy ending,
Turn away now.
If you are searching for an escape from reality,
You will not find it here.
This is the story of a girl.
A young girl,
With an open mind,
Willing to accept anyone into her heart.
Her heart wasn't pure,
She had a dangerous past,
But her eyes looked to the future.
Before she closed her eyes,
She would look up at the sky,
And search for a miracle.
She needed help,
She needed some one to reach down and help her back up,
From where she had fallen on the ground.
She had held strong.
She couldn't walk,
But she could crawl.
She crawled as far as she could in life,
But she needed someone.
Then one cold May night,
Out of the darkness,
Came a shooting star.
Lighting up the sky.
She whispered out her wish,
The thing she dared to dream of,
Her wish upon a star,
Notice MeLook up from your desk.Notice Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look up from your book.
Look up from your laptop
or iPod and songs.
Why can't you see me?
Why don't you care?
Why won't you answer my letters?
Do you even know my name?
Do you even recognize my face?
Do you even think of my eyes?
Don't Do Flowers"I bought you a rose" he saidDon't Do Flowers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it was finished before it began.
I don't do flowers.
I don't do flowers, like I don't pay for sky,
as if to buy some dirt.
To what extent
can't we be bothered?
To use what we have -
To say what we mean -
But we can't.
So we let something dying
and I can't stand
so I don't do flowers;
I'll do it myself.
To the Silver Moon[To The Silver Moon]To the Silver Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shining brightly silver moon
From a crescent to full bloom
Up above the Earth so high
Like a lonely seeing eye
There was a dream all men shared
To stand on you and look back here
All through the ages that we dreamt
Till *god took us, so we went
Wars and battles you saw all
Life and death with no recall
But still you shine on with hope
The kind that we do not deserve
All the things from up there
And what we disregard down here
Sea of blue and brown patches
Filled with the mess of progress
Stepping off-world was a dream
Uniting the divided
Scars left by meteorites
Now joined by rubber soled prints
Sky's the limit wasn't true
A portal to the stars
The legacy left on the Earth
Can be continued from afar
Kirsten Z. Jacob
my poetic illusionit didn't take much to fuel youmy poetic illusion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but once you lit up, you were a
bonfire of dreams;
you were all my lyrics coming alive.
and it seemed so easy at the time
to mold you into my perfect cast;
a trophy from paradise, set in stone in my heart...
oh logic, so far away from me then
i cannot shake you now,
just like how cement has bound me
to the image of your heart--
it was my victory, my downfall.
for i lent my angels to you in your time of chaotic need,
but as soon as they were finished, you
now tastes of bittersweet perfection are the memories
on my lips.
you, my poetic illusion,
you are my victory and my downfall.
storybook dreamsi want to love a girl that writesstorybook dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i can send her letters
postmarked from my fingertips,
she can whisper sweet somethings
into envelopes and bind them (quill & ink)
on my parchment skin
we can papercut love stories
in graveyard indexes and bleed verse
unto leatherbound diaries,
spend fortnights curled amongst
nooks & crannies in cerebral chapters,
volumes of typespeak humming hymns
to prologued pacts of words
we couldn't say aloud,
so she can love like libretti lives to tell
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CabooseChurch yelling was a familiar sound to Caboose.Caboose2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had learned to identify the shrill and scathing words with his blue-armored bestest friend.
Honestly, Caboose did not process what the words meant most of the time.
If Church was talking to him loudly, that just meant that he thought Caboose was so special that he did not want his best friend to not hear him.
He liked it when Church paid attention to him.
After all, he liked hanging out with his best friend.
When Church went away, Caboose was very sad.
He was so glad that he was able to help get Church back from the capture-thingy.
Church was a different color now.
Caboose kept forgetting that.
Church was hanging out with pretty Carolina now.
Caboose did not mind though.
If he could find Ms. Fussy Britches then he could find Church.
She was loud like him.
Church was big now!
He remembered when Church was small -that was when they first found him.
He was glad Church was big now.
He did not think he could find a super-store that would ha
Red vs Blue ResurrectionRed vs Blue Resurrection4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Red vs. Blue Resurrection
Was the sound of Sarge's shotgun as he fired it in the snowy mountain range.
Several of the scattered shotgun pellets hit directly on the side of the Meta's face. Unfortunately, the Meta was too far out of range for the shotgun to do any real damage. Instead his shields did their job well by absorbing the hit.
The Meta quickly turned to face Sarge right when he called out, "Come here ya big son of a bitch!"
The Meta had lost his brute-shot during the previous fight, but that didn't stop him. He had taken several stab wounds from Tex's knife as well as taking a direct hit from Tucker's sword.
The two started to slowly approach each other as Sarge continued to shoot the Meta with his shotgun. Each blast lowered the Meta's shields until they were completely depleated. But the Meta continued to advance on Sarge.
Both Grif and Simmons were watching the fight from a safe distance. "What is Sarge doing?" asked Grif.
"Looks like he's killing himself."
Awaken, QueenAwaken, Queen5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
O, Queen of the Blue Afternoon;
Flower-crowned and immaculate-clad.
Do you dream that you drift, forever,
Caught in seas that move as the moon wills?
Perhaps you are held, unknowing.
But you can't be bound, a child, forever.
ChangeWhat have you done to me?Change2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of what you've done,
I can never be the same...
No longer will I fly
Like the birds of the air,
Or know why the
No more will the wild things seek
My counsel, or my aid.
You say it is the will of the gods that I serve you,
Perhaps it is.
It is not my place to know how they operate,
But how can you say such things
When you still bear the shape that
They gave you at birth?
I have been as many creatures, both fine
And most foul.
I never asked for this, though.
Cease your river of questions, Master.
You may command me, but that does not warrant an answer every time.
Count yourself blessed that our bond keeps you safe,
Else I would be sorely tempted to rip the soul from that mortal shell.
Rather, explain yourself, and I may curb my temper.
Again you speak of gods,
Of divine presences above
What would you know of them,
Until you have lived
A thousand lifetimes,
You have learned precious little.
My being has been t