Scars on Your Wrists I hate when people wear scars on their wrists,Scars on Your Wrists3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Then talk about them like they're an accessory.
It's not an accessory,
Even though you show it off like one.
I don't cut
Because it's pointless.
Pain fixes pain?
Common sense denies that.
I could say 'I understand'.
But I don't. So I won't.
Because half the people that do it,
Do it so they can present it the next day.
You think you're misunderstood,
That you're a special species.
Well, you aren't some endangered animal.
I know you tell everyone about them.
All you care about is the attention it gets you.
And, hey, if scars on your wrist get you there...
There is something very wrong.
The Watson Family“Sherlock! It’s so good to see you!” Mary hugged him, much to his dismay (he wasn’t a fan of personal contact, but she was John’s wife and that meant he had to be nice), and ushered him inside the small house at the edge of London.The Watson Family1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hello, Mary. I trust you are doing well. Is John in?” It was exactly like Sherlock to drop in at a moment’s notice, but this time he had a real reason. He needed his blogger for this case. For old time’s sake.
“He’s upstairs getting ready for the day. I’ll go tell him you’re here. You know where the living room is, so make yourself comfortable.” She was a smiley woman, and for some reason, Sherlock didn’t exactly hate her. She was smart, too, and quick as a whip in a pinch. John did well.
Sherlock moved the take his coat off and drape it on the arm of the couch, when he stopped dead in his tracks. In the middle of the living room, John’s seven month old daughter
Once Upon a Time, A King Built a CityOnce upon a time, there lived a king.Once Upon a Time, A King Built a City1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not a typical king, one who lived on a throne of gold and governed adoring citizens, no this king lived in a palace of information that all living things in the area had forced him to build with big locks and heavy doors. The King kept everyone out, though no one wanted in in the first place. There were no knocks on the heavy doors, and the keys were left to rust.
The Mind Palace was organized with the utmost precision. No dust was allowed to collect, no piece of information was stored, moved, or deleted without express permission from The King. The halls were many, and the rooms even more numerous, each labeled and filled with boxes of subcategories. One might look at the Palace and think that surely it was too big for just one person.
Sometimes, it was.
The King would spend numerous days wandering through the halls, picking through boxes and looking at the information, or deleting one piece to add another. Some were spent locked away in the music
Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"Je t'aime3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
2SpookyIt was a very annoying thing for Sherlock, but John was enjoying himself, so the detective let it slide. And due to his lack of protest, the flat slowly became littered with more and more spider webs, skeletons (John thought it would be funny to put Sherlock’s skull out on the porch, but Sherlock put his foot down on that one), witches, and pumpkins. He’d even tried to get Sherlock to carve a pumpkin of his own.2Spooky1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“C’mon, Sherlock. It’d be fun! You can carve anything you want into it!” John had tried to give him a carving knife and pull him out of his Mind Palace and off of the couch.
“John, think over your last sentence, realize it is a bad idea, and let me be.” The genius didn’t even open his eyes, and with a sigh, John gave up and went back to carving the pumpkins.
Though Sherlock did not really want them in the flat, he had to admit the pumpkins turned out quite good. There was one carved as a scary face, one with a spider, and th
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
How in the world?
Who is this little girl?
"But I'm here to say you'll be alright.
Though your friends will leave,
leave you feeling alone and cold,
you'll find a reprieve."
"So just stay strong
because I know you can do it."
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at al
My kind of freak showThe black guy is drunk, and I’m wondering whether or not they’ll let him on the bus.My kind of freak show2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I’m not particularly worried because I have no intention of sitting by him, but I do wish my grandparents hadn’t been there to witness him harassing the bus station with a picture of Michael Jackson and a nonsensical rant which seemed to have something to do with Obama.
Isn’t election season fun?
Although it probably didn’t inspire confidence in them in how safe it was going to be for me to make this trip alone.
But they let me go when the time comes, so I guess it doesn’t really matter.
There aren’t a lot of empty seats, so I drop into one beside a bored-looking man and hope no one calls me on the rule violation I’m committing by having my dog in the aisle.
Not that I can help it; there is literally no room for him at my feet.
Across the row is a single mother trying to get her children situated, and I hold their backpacks or grip their hands for b
Blackbird's FeatherBlackbirdBlackbird's Feather2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sweeping across the snow
left me a feather
and away he goes
and away he goes
drifting up on the air
but I seem to be stuck here
melting in the cold
cannot rip my eyes from the sky
cannot get my fists to unfold
the words have frozen to our tongues
that's what happens to winter love
so you think this feather is enough to make a wing
so you try to free me from it,
but your claws only sting.
i walk away
come to regret every footfall
but I can't keep you down
because you're up
and I'm frozen to the ground
laying pale in the snow
he can soar no more
you didn't have to do that
have to fall on your own sword
cut your wings apart
to get me back home.
and as I see you freeze
I know now what it is I believe
that someone could give up everything
come down to the winter
do you know the secret, Bird?
learn to live with the cold
though you turn blue
the heart beats hot inside of you
I know it
My Own HellI think of waysMy Own Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To waste away
With this time left unpaid
I sit and reflect
On the breath in my chest
And the words left unsaid
I rot and writhe in darkness
My heart helpless and a mess
Filled with this sick unrest
I look up and see nothing
I look inside and see worse than nothing
I watch the lies and hear the sighs
The lonely breaths of emptiness
Into an empty world only I know
The one I created for myself
You may breach the castle walls
But the stone will never crumble
And the fortress will never fall
Who hears the cries of a helpless child
Who hears the cracking of a broken heart
Who hears the death of a dying smile
Watch the words twist in agony
Writhing upon the cold hard ground
Burning to ash like paper set to flame
A dead world unknown to others
Wrapped in words of hurt
And fires that burn forever
The plains of Hell never looked so heavenly
DisappearWishing to disappearDisappear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never to existed in their mind
no reason to cheer
this is why I was designed
there's a cloud over me and its raining knives
all smiles are faked
no one hears his cry's
as he sits there shivers and shakes
doesn't even try to reach out because there's nothing there
only my own numb stare
no desire to fight the devils wrenches
would anyone notice if I could disappear
because Im starting to feel warm in these trenches
would they even shed a tear?
Sick of the acting
let me compost with the dirt
live????..... ill think Ill be passing
lets make sure this hurts
still wishing to disappear
lets seal this coffin with a drop of blood and a tear
Addiction To...LoveSlowly slipping ivory fingers around the glass,Addiction To...Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A peeking eye above the sliver,
A quick prick of a frost-bitten shiver,
The tears of such a beastly heart are flames licking my skin.
Too timid to admit the pain,
I fall to my knees in the obvious shadow,
Letting these tears of gasoline ignite upon the painted scene,
And excuse my blood’s habit of finding our perfect poison.
I am the Victorian-doll who hollows her chest for her prince-charmings,
I give my all, I tear my clothes, I do all but open my eyes to the price of strange love,
I excuse behavior for the sake of pride, for the sake of being alone otherwise…
I am hopeless, and never wish to be alone.
I fall to the leaves, my arms crossing my chest, my hair spreading and tangling in autumn love,
And as every breath, every whisper, every shiver electrifying my spirit soars and eases every fear,
I can never remember why I need so much…
I can never understand why I fear so much…
I can never recognize my addictio
The MaidenThe Maiden3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Once a being, just once to find,
she blossomed between the folds of time;
a maiden whom no words defined.
Her qualities, such were divine.
A rose which when expressed, would shine
with beauty, love; the words would rhyme
when seen as one, in one so fine.
Ones heart would melt and so did mine.
But life, it is true, was never kind,
to lives of beings like hers and mine.
For things do change, cocoons do split.
Mountains too, shall crush to grit.
Fate is what, none can escape.
Endowed it is; feel free to debate.
She lit in me, an unknown spark,
like fireflies, they spin, they dart,
fascinating the world and I,
Such were the wonders of her eyes.
But yearn as I might, might I cry,
Scream my heart, tear through the sky,
what's meant shall happen, no ado,
such brief a gaze, I never knew.
No words I held within I spoke.
Who knew she'd disappear like smoke.
And since that day, I feel that I am;
condemned for crimes committed by
but wait am I one to decide?
What's right or wrong? Don't live
This is My RageLet it fall,This is My Rage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it crash down around me.
I don't care anymore.
Let it burn,
Let me suffer.
It's all I do anymore.
This is my rage
This is my anger.
I've finally given up.
Let it hurt,
Let it die.
You can't save me,
So don't try.
MonsterI kissed the face of the moon;Monster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My face grew pale and my lips blood red.
My limbs became weaker,
Though my eyes shone like the stars.
And all the world left me was hope.
But the Earth was angry with the moon...
For creating a monster.
I was left only to hate myself.
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.I Have Walked2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
ComplaintIf you were never hurtComplaint2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're still weak.
If you were never laughed at
you don't know the pain.
If you never had challenges
you're not prepared.
If you never gave up
you did your best.
Never complain about how
hurt, tired, or rejected you feel
because those are just some little things
that prepare you for life.
Nothing's impossible, the possible is the
And you'll never know
until you stand up
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Brilliant WordsIf I could writeBrilliant Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful words, I’d be
The fairest of them all.
If I could write
Strengthening words, I’d be
Stronger than any other.
If I could write
Encouraging words, I might
Never be sad again.
If I could write
Empowering words, not another
Could do me harm.
If I could write
The most brilliant words,
I might not have any other reason
If I could write
But one piece or line or word,
I would want it to be one
I could call my own-
One I could claim for myself.
If I could write any words,
I would want them to be
My words, words no other
Could write without thinking
Of me, one who only wishes
What Lovers DoWhen I was lost you found meWhat Lovers Do2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So now you’re lost let me find you
Fall into my arms sweetheart
No questions, it’s what lovers do
Cradled in my arms tonight
Till the morning after ensues
Maybe then you can see things
From a different point of view
We can sit here all night babe
I’m no saint to offer guidance
Just some whispered words of love
I’ll be here when you break your silence
There is no doctrine of life
But only second hand wisdom
Each person is their own jailor
And inmate begging for freedom
Some of those are there by choice
Others will just misplace the key
You are indeed the latter
But please know you can rely on me
May this torrid time tick away
This is no requiem to our love
As I refuse to mourn the end
Of you, of me and of us
Your EyesWord-puddles, in the deathly icy tension,Your Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are frosting over just like your eyes used to,
Right before your lights drowned
In the soreness of tears
That should have dissipated long ago.
Your eyes, no longer soul-windows,
Are merely surveillance cameras now.
I am standing still
But I am the only one.
People are just bodies;
Infrared blobs to be avoided.
Sounds are white noise
With occasional frequencies to relay
Or cues to transmit information.
Can you hear me,
Or should I leave a message at the beep?
Someday I Will DieSomeday I will die.Someday I Will Die1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing more than a memory,
And two little dates
Carved into clean stone.
Give my feet to the nations
For I strove to walk among them,
And give my hands to humanity
For I wished to create for them.
Give my voice to the weak
For I desired to speak for them,
And give my laughter to simple things
For, in them, I dwelt.
Give my mind to science
For I learned and hoped and grew in it,
And give my thoughts to creativity
For I only sought inspiration.
Give my advice to the youth
For I have lived many lives,
And give my thanks to the old
For, in them, I learned.
Give my fingers to the books
For I wore them out in time,
And give my toes to the socks
For I was never without them.
Give my bones to my values
For I would never bend them,
And give my muscles to love
For I wished mine to be strong.
Give my ears to the unheard
For I was always there to listen,
And give my eyes to my friends
For I always saw the invisible.
Give my blood to the unhealthy
For I wished to pour out life,
A foolYou trampled upon my heart,A fool2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your love causing me sadness.
My anger is growing fierce,
Burning me up inside.
My angel of darkness,
Causing sadness in my heart.
You can wish hell upon me,
But I wont care if I am in hell.
I'll admit I am slow to learn,
Simply going in circles.
I'll never win in life,
For I am a pure fool.
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...