Give me a ChanceGive me a Chance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a Chance
Give me a chance to love and hope,
Please whisk my troubles away.
Give me a chance to be forgiven,
To stand at the edge of dawn and day.
Give me a chance to watch time pass by,
not letting my time slip through.
Give me a chance to fly through the wind,
Up to the Sky of Blue.
Give me a chance to reach the sparkling stars,
The heavens high above.
Give me a Chance to be myself,
And be myself to be loved...
The BridgeThe Bridge1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Attempted SuicideAttempted SuicideAttempted Suicide11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He asked once, how could she be so selfish?
He asked once, how could she not think of her children?
He asked once, how could she not be aware of the pain she is inflicting?
He asked, how could she do this to me?
I said, that's not how it is.
I said, there is no selfish, there are no others; no children... no you. There is only darkness.
I said, only darkness and pain.
I said, ask her. And she says:
I walk on the edge of an abyss.
But I am ignorant of it.
I am a fool to feel safe. A fool, unaware.
I walk for a while, and everything is okay.
There's a path I follow, it leads straight, it seems wide.
The abyss always looms and I have to notice it.
It's always waiting now. Always in the corner of my mind.
I trick myself sometimes into thinking it's not there.
I distract myself along the path.
But one little stumble, the smallest of stones, and I am falling into it.
To start with I can catch myself, and drag myself back up.
Always I fall a little further.
We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:We Are All Going1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.
And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.
Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.
Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.
You may never have known these names
Until my inky sentiments for their last words.
Just another jumble of letters on the list of the dead
Yet there's something wonderful in what they said.
When McKinley was shot
And didn't die for days
His wife screamed: I want to go too.
And he just said: We are all going.
I suppose Mr Edison was righ
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance1 year ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
S. NoteS. Note1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
BloodlustBloodlust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within
It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live
They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers
Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known
Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste the blood
The bond from within
CottonCandy: Body ShotsCottonCandy: Body Shots1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jannnnnneeeeeeeeey" That lovely drunken voice pitched so sweetly.
"What now Lalonde?" Jane was way too busy baking a cake right now to even think of what her ridiculously drunken friend was doing in the living room.
"Let's dooooooo soemmthing! Let's go dancin, I want to daaaance wif you!" Roxy was already on her eigth shot and swaying around her martini glass as she was swaying over to opposing sides. "Lalonde, no! I'm already making a cake and besides if we went you'd fall over onto everyone. You can't dance now if you wanted too!" Jane was exclaiming at the drunken girl with a smile on her face. Roxy Lalonde wasn't going to take this foolish nonsense. She slammed her glass onto the counter. "Fuccckin Challenge acccccepted bitch!" Roxy slurred the words out as her red blush spread a little further. Jane just rolled her eyes and tried to pay the girl no attention. "I bet if yur dad was here he'd fuckin love to seeee meeee on the pole!" Roxy winked at her friend which made her eyes rol
Why I don't danceI never dance when I hear musicWhy I don't dance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not even when it moves me
Reaches down in me and pulls my insides out
My entrails spilled across the roughhewn planks
Each bleached and stained
In their peaks and valleys
Until I can paint from memory every
They mirror in grotesque exaggeration
My fingerprints, footprints, follicles- sweeping vistas in
A scant few centimeters
Arid, cracking weather
About my lips
Split, peeled and splintered
Just to spite
Yours and the exchange so humid
Flown through my lungs by millions of swallows
There are no words which pass, here
Taste and sound would be sacrilege
Whirling and spinning and sweeping
As they are
They'd never make it
Not without a guide
Not without a rhythm that pounds in my skull
Not without a beat that has never moved me to movement
Not in my legs
Not in my feet
To my hand
To the keys
My words are my dance
Music Meme For Writers: RochuDA Music Meme For WritersMusic Meme For Writers: Rochu3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.
2. Put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
(I took this Idea form FlamingSerpent ^^)
1.) The Call by Regina Spektor
China felt the bubbly feeling in his stomach as the butterflies in there swarmed and his cheeks flushed dark red.
Russia raised an eyebrow, his leather gloved hand caressing China`s cheek lightly only making his cheeks grow darker and his eyes widen slightly. "Something wrong, Jao?" The Russian asked, a soft and sweet smile on his lips as men in his military regiment began to board the ship.
"I love you.." China whispered, looking at the floor making Russia lean in a bit, centimeter
Flowers People who say they have never taken a life before...they are lying whether they realize it or not. They may have never taken a human life but they still have killed before...Flowers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A soft wind blows through the flower field, brightly coloured things of all shapes and sizes dance in the wind...people who say its devoid of life...are wrong...Millions of tiny little living things dot the earths surface and under, creating a splendor of colours
A single flower stands out from the rest, towering over them all, its colours like a fresh spring rainbow in the morning mist...appealing to the eye
A small innocent child reaches out, plucking the stem from its place in the soft ground, a flurry of petals dancing through the air around her at every small step. She giggled and patted at the fluttering petals in the air, awed by the beauty of it all and mostly by the gorgeous one she held in her soft unworked hands.
She presents the flower to her lovin
StoriesMy world isStories1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a musty library, teeming with books
as busy as an ant hive
Words flowing from the purple mountains
to the turquoise sea
My world is
an ether of knowledge, a void of opportunity
filling the endless space
Each new shore so bursting with possibilities
my heart breaks for joy
My world is
an aerie high above the clouds
if I fall I'll have time to sing an aria
the crystal clouds hurtle past me
as I plummet to the exquisitely rocky shore
My world is
a story waiting to be told full of adventure and glory
a new dance as I turn the page
ending in a profound crescendo
My world is
a spirit trapped in a fragile shell
in turn imprisoned by the confines of this reality
Enduring endless life without joy
without the exhilaration of death.
I spread my wings.
SongbirdsLoveSongbirds1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a song it pours into your heart
all of the discordant voices coming together
The notes jumble out of place
E flat instead of C high.
The more you try the more they slip away.
It's your own fault, they say.
is a singer on her big night
peeping around the curtain.
Seeking comfort in the audience.
Anyone to give her a push
into the spotlight to sing her solo.
is the minstrel
sitting serene under the laurel tree
waiting for her to arrive
Pluck the lute
Blow a note
is the nightingale above his head
whistling in the blackness of time
But brimming with joy.
is a disaster waiting to happen.
After everything you did
trying not to try.
Still, you bungle
and through no fault of your own
Your voice cracks.
The Rain Has Come AgainThe rainThe Rain Has Come Again11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Usually it bows the heads
of sun-struck lovers,
the rain lifts up
the cotton-fog whiteness
that choked the land.
The stale air is swept away
by a vertigo-inducing
In that frozen silence
Time felt trapped
Caught in the clutches of
Rolling on and on
just the same
The rain has come.
And I must wonder
if it ever left.
Alone With YouWalk alongAlone With You11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
head hung low
Weighed down by thoughts
Torn by the world.
I sit down beside no one
open a window
Start browsing the site
Talking to none.
But as I open one after another
I'm not alone.
I'm never alone.
Not when I walk through bustling, false-worded hallways.
Not when i sit by the gnarled maple and watch friends pass me by.
Not when not a single word is said, when my existence is unacknowledged.
It doesn't matter.
For even if you don't know I'm here
And so are you.
And though you may not know it,
We are living together
Poets side by side
Your words are etched into my heart
And even if you never read them,
Mine on yours.
RagdollsFlashing byRagdolls8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the rockets they'd set off on Parley Day
or the moments
shooting past me with no time to comprehend.
You leave me spinning.
Take me back to the alleyways
with smiling children
playing hopscotch in the filth.
Lives tossed aside like ragdolls.
I was so careless.
And you threw yourself beyond my reach.
How am I supposed to walk on
and look ahead
without your gleam flashing in the distance?
The candle in the window
blew out a long time ago
But the smoke still lingers
in the crusted alleys
with broken birds in the gutters
and left to lie
beside their ragdolls
Paper BoxHold the paper box in my handPaper Box8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
its colours, bold and blunt
like you and your words.
A vibrant exterior
you wrapped so carefully
with premade instructions.
Hold the paper box in my hand
think of my courage, dented
my hope, shattered
my optimism, obsolete.
Hold the paper box
take it with two hands
and rip it apart
the remains of my trust in you.
Shattered PsalmsI am a million pieces todayShattered Psalms8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and none of them are whole.
reflecting my thoughts
back into my stoic gaze.
how does it feel
that your path is laid out before you
watched over by angels.
He never had a chance really
I miss Him for what He never was
But perhaps it would have been better
if Your words had remained
And we had remained ignorant.
Less so than we are now
as the ground is steeped with tears and blood.
I'm so sorry.
We could not handle the truth
because we are made up of lies.
in the palm of Your hand
Shed a tear in memorium
and then let this broken bird drift back down to the blood and tears
where she belongs.
EveningThe sliding sound of rubber against plastic resounds clearly through the twilight air as I open the window. Wind shivers the branches of the beech tree on the corner; its leaves curve together, dark against the grey-blue sky arcing over us. My breath echoes out of my chest, effortless, my conditions forgotten in this sublime moment of clarity, though my glasses lie on the dresser, my desire for undiluted truth overshadowing my flawed vision. The forest before me stands, silhouetted, a paper cut-out for this marvellous play. Yet the paper is alive, alive as the tree beside me, their compounds diluted, compressed, the elements splayed out before me like raindrops on wet pavement (another melding of nature and itself, processed and flat, like the fence-posts lined up on the hillside).Evening7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
The sky is blurred by a trail of white, the paper-airplane shape above whistling soundlessly through that void between the moon and I. Its thin crescent dangles above, separate and incomplete, ou
CalligraphyI want youCalligraphy7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to paint your words on me
cloud my honeyed skin with ink
and never wash it away.
So that I
can waken with bleary eyes
bend my arm over
ApprehensionIt's an odd feeling,Apprehension6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
wanting to write on the walls,
but not knowing what to say.
Comatose GraveyardsSpit out teeth,Comatose Graveyards6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
write scripture on your wrists.
They dug their graves
with bruises and whiskey
put the pills in her mouth
and the gun to his head.
It's not enough
it's never enough
so fill the emptiness with
The only ones I've ever buried
didn't die in bed,
and I don't know their last names.