LighthousesDo you think that lighthouses cry a lot?Lighthouses10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think that lighthouses cry a lot?
every night my hair is falling outI have heard that in 7 yearsevery night my hair is falling out9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
every cell in your body
& isn't it beautiful that it will be
a body you have never touched
but I know that when your brain cells
fall like ashes through your skull
they stay dead
& I can never scrap the memories out of their corpses
She Walks Among the Stars.She walks in moonlight.She Walks Among the Stars.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stars are her guide.
She is carried in a beauty
That remains undefined.
She finds solace in the whispers
That only the winds can speak
Feeling warmth and company
Even atop the coldest peak
She is simple and uncorrupted
The darkness is still at bay
Strolling softly through the flowers
With no words of pain to say.
So clueless to the torment
Or shadows that stray behind
She is peace and absent minded
With no fears for her to find.
But do not try to catch her
Not by foot nor manmade cars
She is far above in moonlight
As she walks amongst the stars.
Forest of my MindLost in the overgrown forestForest of my Mind9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of an expansive, never-ending darkness,
running for hours towards
Black cloaked figures caress
the back of my head,
and my fears stare intently
from the distance.
I am lost.
I am lost
in the corners of my mind.
I am lost
in the corners of my mind and
at the depths of my soul.
Stuck in this constant depression.
LiberatingI want to feel theLiberating9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
electricity under my skin
and the sparks in my eyes,
the kinds of sparks
that make you want to shed
sugary-sweet tears of joy;
the intense lightness in my chest,
the feathers I used to feel
before the warmth was replaced
with ice and nausea
that was once nonexistent
in my world of innocence
and rosy smiles,
except in thoughts of future days
I had joy so strong
before the descent,
just thoughts of you
had me running miles
and leaping hurdles in my sleep;
but the dreams are gone--
I sleep now to escape,
and I'm left only
for the feeling to feel.
I want to feel whole,
like myself again.
have me in a paradox,
but I know I have to
let them go--
the day I do,
is the day I'll fly
free and liberated.
ConfessionI couldn't keep up the paceConfession9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the accusations leaked into
so I retreated
inside closed eyes
where the darkness showed me
while my losses won the war
filling the deficit with their valour.
Now my shoulders bear the burdens
and the scars prove an
yet only remembered when I
drown my sorrows,
feeling tears appear only to fall down
and escape the obligation to share in the guilt,
of the grand old scheme of things written in the sand
with bullets, from a pen
onto paper made from heroes.
125When you twist my tongue1252 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To form foreign sentiments,
I feel like I'm telling a lie, and
The constant pressure to please
Consecrates my subservience to you
In your arms I forget all
Of my rights to opinion
In your clutch I forget I
Have any rights at all.
Your strong arm
Rips out my voice box,
Blots out independent thought,
Your rules dampen
The fires of revolution
And your undying love
Brings me to my knees,
In constant service,
I am yours:
My country, 'tis of thee,
Damned land of poverty,
Of thee I sing.
Persephone's HardshipPersephone's Hardship2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Early morning hours
Silent motion in the dark
Shallow rapid breath
When the sunlight comes
A supposed mother, sleeping
Alone and dreamless
A journey to hear
Does not allay fear
Bloody cotton swabs
Limp and barely holding on
A heavy toll paid
Please eat, please drink, please
Love and bitter medicine
Soft blue hair and hope
CryingI never used to cry.Crying6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt things, I felt different emotions.
I felt pity for the baby, who was surrounded by her mother's cigarette smoke.
I felt remorse after having a fourth slice of cake, knowing I am overweight.
I felt sad watching Simba's dad die.
I felt frightened, awaiting the day it would happen again.
But I never used to cry.
The tears came after, when feeling wasn't enough.
It wasn't enough to shake my head in disgust at the bad parent.
It wasn't enough to feel guilt over the extra 500 calories.
It wasn't enough to see the happy end of the movie.
It was too much, the day it happened again.
Then I started to cry.
Swollen red eyes accompanied all those feelings.
I wept for the child, so sickly and deprived of the sweet air.
I wept for myself and how unattractive I made myself feel.
I wept for the death, for everyone's death.
I wept on the day it happened again.
And now, I can't stop crying.
A Poem About Nothing... For No ReasonThis is the tale of the man with no name,A Poem About Nothing... For No Reason9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from out of nowhere is whence he first came.
He brings nothing with him, and has nothing to say,
don't sell him a thing, because he'll never pay.
No hands for his pockets, of which he has none,
no brain for his noggin, no legs for to run.
No belly for food, and no food for his mouth,
he cannot go North, for he doesn't know South.
Without his own voice he isn't too wordy,
And without his own body he doesn't get dirty.
He has no face to wash, and no hair to comb,
but don't send him away; he hasn't a home.
When you think he's behind you, he'll disappear,
don't bother calling, because he cannot hear.
Don't tell him your name, or it will become his,
If you think he is you, then he probably is.
ImperativeWake upImperative1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
HandprintGrass and mud both making loveHandprint6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brown and blackened green
Gentle death nearby
Painless stinging rainfall
Hint of cherry
Joyful, a closer in-between
A breath like the breeze
A handprint in wrinkles
Warmer than the rainwater and
Stripes on the ground.
PurposedTireless a secret that I was meant to digress.Purposed10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hollowed and moving a fortitude I was made to lose.
Rendered by life to give light to a dark world,
As I love her I’m stuck hiding even as I count words exposed.
Still moving no more decaying,
Seeing blood and years mixing the umbilical fears.
I plead to forget the memories only to consciously forgive.
The breaking, the pressure under,
To see a calm likeness to my dreaming preference.
Repay the highest priest with what’s due,
This new life too much to bear as I continually shatter.
Like window panes of open intimacy,
Blended then forged into idolatry lost wax casting.
Knowing I am free yet wondering why I can’t turn my back,
Resolving to look for the key other half.
The world’s betrayal of a time and place in a boy’s confidence.
I stumble, the temperature drops,
I leave the body of what was fiction,
Though I will never lose the memories of a time when I wanted justice but instead accepted victimhood as unreali
She WeepsSometimes her stomach rises when she breathesShe Weeps6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Other times, her chest
She lays in the dirt, making angels in the leaves
To set her mind at rest
She lost one little woollen glove yesterday
Tiny, white doll's hands
She starts, stops and runs most every which way
Puffy eyes, swollen glands
An empty bed sits unused in the now spare room
A prison-like bed
One little kitty-shaped night-light pierces the gloom
Lighting no-one's head
Fresh bags of clothes in the local charity shop
Passers-by hurry past
All of them unknowingly distressed, don't stop
Keep on, fast, so fast
He sits alone in another room, lately always crying
Nothing exists outside
She goes about her business, while inside she is lying
Not, however, for pride
A Summer wind destroys the leaf-angels she makes
She weeps for each one
She weeps for the losses, chances that he doesn't take
She weeps for being undone.
BullyingA heart shattered into piecesBullying6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
1000 pieces of a broken heart
A soul torn by claws of hate
1 piece of soul shredded to rags
A mind carelessly broken
100 and more insults battering this mind.
The skin numbed by freezing pain
hardening itself to solid stone
yet it is weathered and chipped away.
The eyes blinded by never-ending darkness
no longer seeing the bright light of hope, dreams, and safety
only the pitch of a solid black wall and screaming sorrows.
The mouth muted by sharpened insults
shut closed abd sewn together and bond with eternal metal chains
words behind frozen bars of darkness never being said.
The ears being scorched by raging fury's flames
hearing insults burning it away to crisp ashes still fresh from pain
not meant but pierces the vulnerable heart like an icy iron sword.
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,Another Fallen One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smile is all they have.
OFFICIAL SH2 Novel - Chapter 1OFFICIAL SH2 Novel - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silent Hill 2 : The Official Novel
By Sadamu Yamashita
Translated by Lady Ducky
Sometimes I wonder: does he really think we're here? In his mind, we are nothing but a fabrication. For him, that is nothing but a reality. And he's happy there. Nevertheless, we are in our reality. For him, there is nothing but pain in this world. What will we have to do to pull him back?
"It looks kinda like milk."
Laura's face stretched into a smile. She began to laugh as her bright, enamel-white teeth peeked from behind her small lips. The town was shrouded in a thick fog that blurred everything into white, as if she were in some sort of magical land. Sometimes Laura liked to think that some scatterbrained god had carelessly dropped his cup and spilled his morning milk all over the place. The mysterious atmosphere could be a sign that there were fai
How Nekorin Stole ChristmasHow Nekorin Stole ChristmasHow Nekorin Stole Christmas8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the kids down on Earth liked Christmas a lot.
But Nekorin, who lived just North of Tokyo Disneyland, did not!
Nekorin Hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season!
Now don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason!
It could be, perhaps, his eyes were closed too tight.
It could be chronic hairballs kept him up at night. *hack!*
But I think the most likely reason of all,
Is that a traumatic childhood experience made him go completely insane.
But whatever the reason, his past or his Shinto upbringing,
He stood their on Christmas eve, his hatred just seething!
Staring at his monitors, with a bitter, toothy grimace,
He watched happy children, who started this dumb premise.
For he knew, every child, on Earth all around,
Was praying now, hoping God's grace would abound.
"And they're praying for salvation!" He snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he hissed with his cat-claws nervously drumming.
"I must find some way to keep Ch
Everything is Cliche these daysEverything is Cliche these days9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is cliché these days
Everything is cliché these days
Nothing can be true
Falling in love is cliché these days
Saying I love you
Nothing is not cliché these days
Everything is fake
Romantic days are cliché these days
Boat trip on the lake
Every emotion is cliché these days
Trusting is cliché these days
No lie is not cliché these days
Every fake strained smile
Fearing is cliché these days
When you’re busy for a while
Every tale is cliché these days
Nothing ever stays
Broken hearts are cliché these days
Going our separate ways
Surprises will surprise these days
Flowers near my door
People can surprise these days
A letter on my floor
“Love can be cliché these days
Trusting is an iss
ConformityI’m here in my headConformity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Existing amongst the dead
Life is being taken
Things are mistaken
It seems people run voluntarily to misery
As though pretending, the nonexistence of history
All eyes seem jaded, or intensely blind
A wonder to them how the world will unwind
Continue to watch them, try and stop them
Pull them away by the strings of their hem
Try to save them, but you’ll be the ignorant fool
Sincerely they believe you’re the devil’s tool
They cannot see how the devil masquerades
Conning to enlist them in his festering charades
To fight against the right
To fight against the light
To fight against our joy
By playing with humanity like it’s a toy
To listen and be reconditioned
With a baby spoon fed each bite
Spoon by spoon, evidentially knowing, no right
The appetizer, conformity
The Desert, uniformity
Just prisoners of the original
Life of the adaptional
Code word for mundane
Of people trapped in the conformity chain
The Stick PeopleIn a town called Rushing Water, there lived a woodcarver with no face.The Stick People2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When we were small, my brothers and I, Daddy would sometimes take us to visit her. We would sit there at her kitchen table, amazed, as this woman with no eyes – and indeed no nose or mouth – would pour out our tea without spilling a drop.
I was frightened of her because she looked so strange, so grotesque. All the other days of my life, I encountered people with faces – square faces, oval faces, faces round and smiling like the moon with slanted eyes or big dark ones or little beady bird eyes. Snub noses, Romans or long, thin, birdlike ones like mine. Yet here was a woman with none of that or any of the faculties that come with those organs.
As a little girl, I dreaded our visits to the faceless woodcarver. But now that I've grown up I miss most all the memories of my childhood, even the somewhat unpleasant ones, so I sometimes let them wander through my mind even when they aren't invited. So I remember the woodcarv
Grinding GlassGrinding glassGrinding Glass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Temporary and erased love
Waves of nausea,
White knuckles and a bitten lip.
Sunshine is behind the moonlight
Peering through and losing touch -
And unfortunately trapped
Inside a skull.