A Monster's Plea for MercyYou're too close
Too close for comfort
I don't need your help
Stay way from me
I'll only hurt you
Not just once
But many times
Til' you feel broken
Just like me
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I can't stop
In the end
I'll kill you
Slowly and painfully
I don't want to
To hurt all of you
Like I hurt myself
But I want to stop
Though I really can't
Make it stop
Make it stop....
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
I wish my eyes were a mirrorI wish my eyes were a mirrorI wish my eyes were a mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so you can see you as i see
your heart was crushed by an image
built by a cruel society
I wish my eyes were a mirror
So that i may help you to believe
that what they say is lies
and show you how you are to me
I wish my Heart could speak clearer
to help you understand
that you are the only person
that can fill my empty hands
I wish i could be your savior
Wipe away your fresh tears
i would gently say i love you
as i hold you through the years
And i wish my soul was a healer
to undo all of the pain
Make all their hostile efforts
finally end in vain
But to you im just a stranger
or "Just friends at best"
because you fear that i will hurt you
just like all the rest
So i wish my eyes were a mirror
So you can see you as i see
And ill continue to count the days
until you become one with me.
The Dark ForestThe dark forestThe Dark Forest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It takes you in
And comes when you least expect it
The dark forest
But at the same time it’s your graveyard of memories
As you venture deeper into the darkness
You feel this presence sitting on your shoulder
As it gets comfortable you remember the feeling
And it fills you with fright
The dark forest
Horrible in its own way
You hate being there but you’ve know it for so long
The dark forest
Inside there is no turning back
While you know you don’t want to do this
And as you reach the end you see the a shovel
The presence gets stronger as you pick it up
You walk a little longer until you get to a hole
You jump down inside it and start digging
Slowly but surely you can’t get out
And when you’re trapped there only others can save you
But you’re to insecure to accept the help
Even though the wounds on your arms, tells all your tales
And how you started digging that hole
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.The End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
Anything.We waited in silence,Anything.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For a sound.
But nothing ever happened,
And no one ever came.
We waited for him.
But he never came.
A long plane ride in bitter silence,
Left alone with a crushing reality.
He was never coming home.
And we realize that no amount of wishin will bring him back to us.
But still we wait.
Wondering if he watches us or turns away in shame?
Wondering if he's proud of who we became?
Wondering if he will visit our dreams anymore?
And we wait in silence.
For a sound.
A Warped Love SonnetYou smile, your fingers wrap around my neckA Warped Love Sonnet7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I smile as I put the gun to your head
The cold rain splashes around our prone forms
And it feels like the devil is with us.
When did our love start to decay and sour?
When did the smiles and love turn into slaps?
I hate you so damn much its hard to breathe
But when I dream at night, I see your face.
I am going to kill you with kisses
And love you with hot metal bullets
While you just smile and kiss my cold, dead lips
The knife of your betrayal in my back.
Dear God, are we not such a wicked pair
To have the same passion in love and hate?
Dear ...Dear ...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thank You so much. You are an extraordinary friend who does an outstanding job in healing the wounds of every broken-pieced, depression-suffering and heart-lost teenager.
Angry? I curse using you.
Happy? I get high using you.
Fatigue? I whine using you.
Sad? I cry screaming you.
You make the best of me. You describe me at my worst, at my best. You bring out the lively emotions from my dead-looking, stinking-cold heart. You are able to twist, turn and portray the most powerful messages ever. Through poems, spoken words, and literature; you scream when tears have gone dry, you rise from the dead and stand up when injustice is served and you send such strong messages that it shakes the feet of mankind off the filthy-filled ground.
You are caring, gentle, kind and loving. Thank You for always being there and helping me never give up.
Sonnet IIII sit here crouched in a poorly lit room,Sonnet III6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cycling through what life was like long ago.
Dread of my future does linger and loom,
Only having a damaged heart to show.
You use to tickle my cold lips with yours,
So delicately forcing them on mine.
Now left with a fleeting image, closed doors,
Sky gloomy, for me the sun does not shine.
As if a dream, you reach hesitantly,
Unsure if you want to give me a chance,
When last time I hurt you so blatantly,
I wish to repair this damaged romance.
Let us keep silent, walk off hand in hand,
Going on with life just as we had planned.
LonelinessLooking at the ceilingLoneliness2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
night after night
waiting in vain
for a hopeful ray of light
I keep telling myself
to hold on to life
there must be deeper reasons
for all that endless strife.
Trying to devise
a bunch of tricks and schemes
to feed my hungry loneliness
with treats of boring themes
I'm getting filled with hopelessness
and pain in my heart
because of some unknown
and unjustified act.
Waiting for a letter
a knock on my door
a voice on the telephone
I'd never ask for more
I hear the time's rush
breaking my existence
forcing me to the slavery
of fatal subsistence.
And when I turn the lights off
to start the ghostly sounds
revive the fictive shadows
and sleep with strange bounds
I imagine your face
inside a misty frame
smiling at me again
my heartbeat's fast refrain.
Old FriendHello there again, my old friendOld Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't invite you, nor I ever do
How long will you stay?
Or will you ever go away?
Have you been here all along?
I thought you were gone,
Will you prove me wrong?
As long as you're here,
Don't come in too near
Keep a safe distance,
Find your own place
At the edge of the room
At least when I'm all alone,
I know I can find you at my home
Always by my side,
Willing to be my guide
Like an unsound ghost,
Providing company when I need it most
But I wish you would let me be,
And give back my eyes to see
I'm falling when with you,
How do I know what's true?
Perhaps I gave you an invitation,
And it wasn't just your manipulation
But never would I ask for such an intrusion,
That brings nothing more than empty seclusion
No matter how far I push you away,
I fear with me you will always stay
Whenever I think it's going to end,
There you are again, my old friend
Why?Why do I speakWhy?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when everyone would prefer quiet?
Why do I show my face
when everyone finds it appalling?
Why do I try
when everyone finds annoyance?
Why do I live
if everyone wants me dead?
so I can spread God's word.
I show my face
because God loves the sight.
I try hard
because God wills me to.
because God gave me the gift to.
Magic SonnetShall I compare thee to a Quidditch matchMagic Sonnet4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So filled are you with magic and mirth
You're Alohomora has unfastened my heart's latch
As the broomsticks fly, you lift me from the earth.
Stronger than the force of any Bludger,
Lips redder than any Quaffle
My soul you fill with hunger
That cannot be sainted by even the sweetest waffle
You are the Keeper of my heart's rings,
The Chaser of my soul's desire,
You are the Seeker of all these things,
Like Incendio, you light my world on fire.
More glorious and precious than the fluttering golden snitch,
My wonderful wizard, more beautiful and handsome than any witch.
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 5Aepon Gets A BathThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was one of those times again.
Everyone knew that Loftwings were all different, all varying. Their likes, dislikes, faults, flaws, peeves, obsessions, and objects of affection changed from bird to bird, as different as feather color. One could love something as much as another loathed it. One could be friendly and another could be antisocial, save for its partner. One could be completely docile and another could be fiery and stubborn. One could be possessive of its partner and another could hardly care less if its partner almost hit the cloud layer.
One could have a taste for pumpkin while another could prefer the rare bit of Octorok meat. Some preferred specific colors to others. One might love to spend time with its partner and another might just want to be alone on certain days. One could dislike contact with its head or neck and another could allow any contact with any part of its body.
Baths were no different. All birds needed them at least once e
starry eyes implodeshe cannot recall allstarry eyes implode3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the things she's
pretty pills, rancid
razor blades and
wasted words coat
her sorry throat
she can't count her
fingers, like she can't
count the days again--
it's zero to zero, in it
to spin it:
time is measured in
lengths of abandonment.
she comes home empty-
"I gave up again
I gave up I gave it
away I gave up"
repeated like some
and once more she
apologizes to a
just hoping to
better to go
and when she walks,
she holds hands
with the yellowed
skeleton of a
forgotten little girl--
on their tour of
the world. she
stops at the
edge and whispers
'there is a point of
no return' with
a guiding hand;
she sends her off
and realizes she's
Emotions RevealedPain hurts,Emotions Revealed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For only for a little while,
With just enough hope,
To last the next mile.
Happiness is hard,
Even with an open heart,
Everywhere you look,
You find yourself on guard.
Sadness is lonely,
No matter what anyone does,
Tears are going to fall,
Simply just cause.
The distance is too far,
Whether is the seat next you on a plane,
Or have to travel far,
And long by train.
Difficulty is everywhere,
Sometimes it's right next to you,
But even you know it's true.
Isn't that far away either,
Once in a while,
It's as simple as pull a lever.
Well that's the master.
With it and an open heart,
You can reach no greater pasture.
So don't give up,
Just let go,
With everything in your heart,
You'll never know.
The eyes of a child.Adults forget how to see,The eyes of a child.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to really see.
Society teaches them to ignore it,
to ignore what they should see.
But a child does not bend to these rules,
not a single one does.
They see them,
the monsters of the night that are hidden by the darkness.
I know that you know what I'm talking about.
The 'thing' under your bed,
the 'thing' in you closet,
the 'thing' that follows you up the stairs to your room when the house is dark.
Children can see 'it',
hear it and they know 'it'.
Some feel it,
when the fear is clawing them,
that's the moment,
they feel 'it'.
They already were taught that these 'things' don't exist,
so they cannot see,
but they know 'it' is waiting.
So let me re-teach you the rules,
do not forget them again.
1. As long as you can see 'it', it also sees you. Use your blanket to shild yourself.
2. Do not make a sound.
3. If you move, it'll know you're still awake, because it can tell.
4. The only rescue is
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 6Nice Day!The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cloud. Cloud. Get cloud! Cloud important, want to chase!
Getting closer. Cloud can't escape. I'm good at flying. I'm fast. My wings are strong.
Cloud right in front of me. Can't see it. Position all wrong, eyes all right. Come back, cloud. Want to chase. Want to catch.
I was dreaming. Fun dream. Can't remember it now. Doesn't matter. Hungry. Want to eat. Want meat. Want funny soup. Want favorite spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Want spicy fruit now. Spicy fruit.
Am missing something.
Forgot to preen. Feathers feel bad. Twisted and matted and not right. Spicy fruit later. Preen now.
Takes a while.
Feathers feel nice again. I look nice. I am very nice looking.
Still missing something.
Feel little bump in head start moving. My ONE is awake! I'm going to see him. I love my ONE. Going to see him. Love my ONE.
Flying now. Really flying, not dreaming. Don't want to chase clouds. Clouds not interesting.
O.C.DObsessive thoughts rage throughout the mind.O.C.D5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Worries and fears only increase with time.
An unwanted intrusion of an unbearable kind.
A silent head is a thought sublime.
But it does not end on a mental note.
Compulsions will follow, and all your time you'll devote,
To satisfy them every single day.
When others ask "Why?"
"Because I have to," you'll say.
To fulfill a need, to create order,
That is just part of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 1The Guardian CeremonyThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link was ten years old.
He was lying in his bed, and he was ten years old.
He laughed a little, feeling blessed butterflies swirl in his stomach. He could tell it was very early in the morning by the weights under his eyes, but he wasn't tired for once. Usually he took every opportunity to sleep, but today . . . today was special.
Today was the day he met his Loftwing for the first time.
He rolled onto his side, cushioning his head with his arm. He couldn't stop thinking about it. All the ten-year-olds on Skyloft would meet in the highest place on the island; there, under the shadow of the great Statue of the Goddess, their Loftwings would come to them. It happened almost every year, for every generation. Sometimes there was only one child, looking up into the sky for a new shape; other times there was a large group, sometimes fifteen in number, whispering amongst themselves about their dream birds.
They always wondered what color their bi
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 4TeamworkThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link was fourteen years old.
He was lying in his bed, and he was fourteen years old.
His eyes were puffy and drooping. It was extremely early in the morning, and he hadn't gotten any sleep at all last night. For Link, this was so exceptionally out of character that it worried him even more than he already was.
The truth was, he was scared.
The day after tomorrow was an important day. It was one of the most important days of his entire life. It would affect his entire future. If he failed . . . he would never be able to live with it. He wanted to succeed so badly. . . .
The Skyloft Knights were the older, multicolored group of citizens who took public safety very seriously. They were always patrolling around Skyloft, keeping the peace with their intimidating presence and hounding little kids about being responsible and not being a nuisance. Universal animosity flourished in the minds of all children towards these knights. They were just trying to keep them
StrongerStrongerStronger2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've had some tough spots
(Nothing compared to many
but tough for me)
I've made mistakes
I've had to make some choices
Not all of which I think were correct
I thought I knew myself
And the world around me
But then I learned
I knew nothing
And it was like the rug was pulled
From under my feet
Down down down I went
So far down I wondered
Was there a point?
A point to all this?
I'm going to die one way or another
Why then instead of now
Why carry on in confusion and pain?
There were things to be done
Problems to be solved
Ripples to make
No matter how hard it was
No matter how confused I was
Those things would not last
I had things to do
I decided, then and there
By the roadside
In the dark and rain
That I would live
And I would make something of my life
I've been down that hole
And seen what lies at the bottom
I climbed back out, though
And am stronger for it.
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 2Just A Little Bit Of TrustThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jumping off of Skyloft was not fun.
It never had been. Every time Zelda had dragged Link to the edge and told him to look down, he'd felt nothing but nausea. It was so easy to just tip right off and into open air. What if he fell? Who would catch him? He had no bird then. How did the adults leap off so readily? Weren't they scared?
Now, as a ten-year-old, Link had a Loftwing, and a proud, beautiful bird he most definitely was. Link couldn't imagine a better bird. Aepon was a Crimson Loftwing and majestic and sociable; often walking with Link around town while the other Loftwings took to the skies and creating quite a stir in the marketplace. Even when he was flying he kept close to the ground, keeping Link company with his ever-present shadow. He was always watching. Always waiting.
But the anxiety didn't go away.
Link knew what Aepon wanted. He wanted Link to join him in the sky, for wasn't a joyous thing so much better when one had a partner t
The Story of a Shadow: chap 2The Story of a ShadowThe Story of a Shadow: chap 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Second Chances and Love at First Fright
At first Dark thought he was dreaming, then he thought he had reached the next world. But by the look of the clouded colors of blue, green and red around him he guessed he wasn't in the water temple anymore. He looked around and then at himself. His battle scars were completely gone, and he was floating.
Suddenly a black circle appeared before him. It got wider and wider and voices echoed from it. The Horrifying sounds and the blackness turned to horrid pictures of death and hell. Closer it got until it was ready to swallow him up.
"No! Please, No!" Dark screamed frantically. The void began to shrink and was replaced with a red glowing circle, like that of a fairy. "Why do you resist your doom, shadow?" said the glowing light, It's voice was that of a woman's. "I don't want to die!" He said with panic. The Red ball flas
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 3I'm More ImportantThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Over the next few weeks Link took every opportunity to leave the ground.
When he (finally) woke up, he would dress as fast as he could, wolf down a quick breakfast, and dash out the door. From there, he would stop, close his eyes, and tell Aepon he was up. Immediately the Crimson Loftwing would take flight from wherever he had been sleeping and race to Link as fast as he could. Then Link would throw himself off the nearest wooden platform he could find and they would go flying.
Once Link overcame the last lingering dregs of fear, he grew to love flying like nothing else. It was freedom, pure and simple. It was the most fun he'd ever had in his life. It became more natural to him than breathing. He recognized the gusts and gales that blew through the day like old friends and danced with them in the highest reaches of the sky. He perfected rolls, climbs, and even dives through the crags of Skyloft, the close proximity of the land whipping past flattening