Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
Are you happy now?I tried my best to please them all…Are you happy now?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They said that I always looked too angry
So I shaved off my eyebrows
They said I always dressed bad
So I took off my clothes
They said I cried too much
So I burned out my eyes
They said I wasn't listening
So I tore off my ears
They said I always said the wrong things
So I ripped out my vocal cords
They said I always faked my smile
So I ripped off my lips
They said my hair was a mess
So I cut it off
They said my feet were too big
So I broke them
They said I walked weird
So I saw off my legs
They said I played too much with my fingers
So I pulled off my hands
They said my arms were too thin
So I tore them off
They said my belly looked funny
So I cut out my stomach
They said I sat funny
So I removed my hips
They said I breathe too loud
So I ripped out my lungs
They said I always hung with my head
So I tore it off
They said my skin tone was ugly
So I removed my skin
They said my muscles were weak
So I ripped them off the bones
They said my bon
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?
TearsHealing waters pouring forthTears3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why won't they come?
Symbols of released sorrow and grief
Why won't they come?
Effects of pride and joy
Why won't they come?
Signals for others to sympathize
Why can't I start?
Easing the pain of tragedy
Why can't I start?
Works of powerful emotions
Why can't I start?
Pouring from cracks in the armor
Should I never start?
Signs of weakness and injury
Should I never start?
Blood of torn feelings
Should I never start?
Necessities of emotional life
I don't have a choice
Bane of the mind's strength and stability
I don't have a choice
Unable to even choose whether or not
I don't have choice
They don't come when I call
And I push back when they threaten.
AddictedI feel it hook and snag into me,Addicted3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seducing or beating me into submission.
A delicious poison.
A thorny rose.
I feel the tide of it rise up,
Slowly growing and gathering strength.
A burning cloud.
A choking noose.
I feel it carry me into the depths,
Sweeping my resistance away.
A whipping gale.
A crashing wave.
I feel my eyes open once it's done,
Knowing that it'll happen again soon.
A chosen dependency.
A hurtful addiction.
SecretsSecrets hidden far awaySecrets3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No needle can draw them forth
No knife can cut them out
Secrets under lock and key
No ear can hear them now
No lips can speak them aloud
Secrets never conceived of
No judge can jail them all
No one can find them... please.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years 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
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
La vague du soir bleuLa vague du soir bleu2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La vague du soir bleu
enlace le soleil
bientôt, la nuit s’allume -
les étoiles, pareil ;
et dans la belle l’écume
comme dans un manteau
elles coulent bientôt.
Une petite étoile
perdue dans les rouleaux
comme un marin sans voile
qui s’enfonce sous l’eau
aux poissons un peu d’aide ;
mais d’un seul mouvement
ils partaient dans l’eau tiède.
Alors Dame la Vague,
comme une mère aimante,
prit la petite étoile
au creux de son cœur : « chante
pour moi, je te protège ! »
L’océan fut charmé
par l’étoile de neige
et voulut l’honorer.
Et c’est depuis ce temps
que l’écume et son chant
comme sur une toile
s’habillent tout de blanc
pour leur amie l’étoile.
Frantz, pour mon fils ;
My FriendThe day that you died was the day I collapsedMy Friend5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've stayed down on the floor
You're not coming back
If I never get up, then I can't fall again
I miss you so much
The world took my friend
When I am alone I cry and I yell
They sent you to heaven
And left me in hell
And I need a friend right now most of all
But you are not here
There's no one to call
I was right there, the day that you died
Right next to you
On the passenger side
Your side it crumbled with you in its grasp
I don't know what happened
It went by far too fast
I was there the day you were put in the ground
So many people showed up
You would have been proud
Every day I can't believe you're still gone
When I visit you now
I play your favorite song
Sometimes I hope that you're looking down
My life is changing
And I hope that you're proud
Because knowing you, changed me so much more
You were my best friend
All through school and before
No one will replace you and the laughs that we had
Or the pranks that we pulled
TheKeyToTheLockOnMyHeartI never thought I could feel this wayTheKeyToTheLockOnMyHeart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the taste of you on my lips
Drives me insane.
Your smell is like a drug
That intoxicates me when
You hold me in your arms.
Your breath is warm on my ice cold skin
When you run your lips over my body,
Caressing me with your tongue.
When your hands run through my hair
You brush away all my worries and leave me
With just you, you, you.
I want more of you, not just this
But I'm afraid of what may happen
I'm afraid you'll leave me behind.
But I love you so much
From your smiles to your tears
So here's the key to the lock on my heart.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you, dear.
Larmes Elle serre les dents. Rarement elle n'a eu aussi mal de sa vie... et autour d'elle, ces gens qui vivent, inconscients de sa douleur... Un hurlement silencieux de révolte monte en elle, de souffrance, de chagrin, monte, monte, l'étouffe. Elle aimerait pleurer, elle ne peut pas. Trop fière. Elle ne leur montrera pas. Non. Ils ne sauront pas...Larmes5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Mais les souvenirs dansent en elle, la submerge. Elle ne la reverra plus... elle est partie... elle ne la reverra plus... elle ne la reverra plus !
Elle reporte son regard à l'extérieur. Le ciel est magnifique, strié de reflets rose, oranges, bleu... Les arbres eux-même sont grandioses, parés de leur manteau flamboyant de l'automne.
Mais cette beauté ne lui évoque que la mort. À quoi la mène sa vie ? Elle l'ignore. Où vont-ils, tous ces êtres qui se croisent, pleurent, rient... ? Elle l'ignore. Mais elle sait
Schizoid Personality DisorderSolitude -- My Sanctuary.Schizoid Personality Disorder5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Silence -- My Llullaby.
Observation -- My Occupation.
Intelligence -- My Curse.
Please, don't invite me to an outing that a normal person would attend in a heartbeat.
I won't hesitate to turn you down, I'm perfectly content being alone, in fact I would much rather be by myself.
It's not that I hate you, in fact I have no feelings about you, I just don't like people.
I can fully focus on my thoughts when I am free of outside distractions, such as the mindless drabble of the masses.
Solitude is My Haven, My Utopia, My Sanctuary.
Silence is golden.
The world needs a mute button, the noise is suffocating; I can't breath outside.
I yearn for sweet silence, all I want is for a few moments of absolute silence when I unwillingly leave My Sanctuary.
Once I finally get silence, I can't help but smile and allow myself to get lost in nothingness.
Silence is An Aria with no words, A Harmonious Composition, My Llullaby.
Can We Both Be Ugly?She's a diamond, while I am coal.Can We Both Be Ugly?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the coal, black and boring.
Set me on fire while I am alive.
Watch me burn,
Watch me die.
She is the diamond, shiny and attention-grabbing.
Lay your greedy hands on the whore.
She's there for the looks and money,
No real work,
She receives the perks.
We both wanted him,
But I bit my tongue.
What a fool I would be to ask for his heart.
He sees me as a footrest,
Only here for support and only when he needs it,
The demand for me is limited.
He lusts for her seductive nature,
Her glare blinding his eyes,
She's tearing him apart with her sharp edges,
It kills me to witness.
"I can't hurt you.
"But she is my support,
"She is but a coal,
weak and pitiful.
You want that?
The spineless coward?
She's thirsty for your heartbreak,
but my fingers are gentle,
let me hold you."
His situation is himself.
I love him more than I could scream,
But I maintain my silence,
I suffer in the dark.
I see his sorrow and
Hearts Burst into Fire.She saidHearts Burst into Fire.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I tried hard not to lose you.''
as she walked away.
Nothing hurts my world,
When sins deep in my blood flesh out
You'll be the one to fall.
Contrast your hands around me
Squeeze 'til I cannot breathe anymore.
I know it's hard to fall.
city drowned cleanbirds fly bluer before a hurricane,city drowned clean4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wings sharper, the bricks neater.
one train is always longer than the
other. i cried about it. the saturated
city, droplets of colour caught on
tape & rewinding, cups me in its
palms, i am a bug on its window,
imagining all of it underwater &
people clapping in a silent film,
the last dying bubbles curtsying
on their lips, for their marble town
the white skied & terrible atlantis.
AgeShe was no longer midnight.Age2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With age comes disease. With disease comes new colors and lines.
Colors and lines that no longer represent bright stars and dark painted skys.
What was once beautiful black tresses that shined like aurora and glowed like fireflies was now shaved off. Chopped and disposed and dead.
What was once chocolate feisty glimmering eyes framed by long, perfectly curved lashes was now a simple dull brown. Faded jewels.
What was once a smooth pale creamy skin was now an old worn blanket draped over bones muscles and skin.
In her prime, she was midnight.
The glory and beauty and danger of the darkness.
She was no longer midnight. She was more.
She was a storyteller.
Every new line and color was a battle scar. Every lost strand had become focus on living life to the fullest. Faded jewels had become kindness and motherhood. The old worn blanket had become a vibrant reminder of lessons learned and new beginnings.
She was no l
My biggest fearMy biggest fear in life isn’t failing in school or not getting a job, or living in a crappy house or something like that, something my mom would say.My biggest fear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My biggest fear in life is that I’ll get better, I’ll get so balanced, and so good at feeling good, and I’ll find someone beautiful on the inside and I’ll tell him all my secrets, and he’ll know every single thing I did to myself, and thought about myself, starting 13 and higher, and he’ll cry, because I will have made him so desperately sad, because I couldn’t love myself the way he would one day.
My biggest fear is he won’t be angry, not for a second, and he’ll never leave me, and he’ll do everything possible on this planet to keep holding my hand, so I never ever feel bad again, because I will be worth it.
My biggest fear is that I know this is a very real possibility, and that I’m too stubborn to start breaking the vicious circle, and I might do something terrible
Not quite Wonderland 18Ciel woke with a start, gasping for breath as if he'd been drowning, and Sebastian hugged the new demon to his chest. "Welcome back, Bocchan. Would you like to return home?"Not quite Wonderland 184 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ciel coughed, feeling the pain come back. ''I...I don't remember...re-re-employing you.'' he teased. "Of course. How could I forget?" The ex-butler smiled. Sebastian had no desire to release Ciel from his grasp, but he loosened his grip as he felt Ciel's pain returning. He wouldn't die from his injuries as a demon, but they still hurt all the same. Curious of how the contract between them would be affected with Ciel a demon, Sebastian lowered his head and licked a whip wound that ran across the width of Ciel's chest. Surprisingly the elder demon's saliva had an effect, Sebastian smiled. "It seems that you won't be getting away from me so easily, Kitten. Only I can heal your wounds. Tell me. Where should I take you?" The conniving demon thought for a moment before adding, "Or would you rather me heal you here, where
Better Left Unsaid.You'll be a lawyer-Better Left Unsaid.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be a writer.
You'll probably make more money but-
At least we'll both be doing things we love.
And we'll live on a farm,
Just like you always wanted and...
I want to marry you-
I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
But you don't know that.
We'd both laugh if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
I can see us staying up late...
Watching kiddie movies and eating chocolate ice cream.
And having candle lit dates on our bedroom floor-
Taco Bell, of course.
And on winter evenings, we'll curl up on the couch...
With hot chocolate...
As I read aloud to you-
From a book of my choice, of course.
But you don't know this...
You'd think I was weird if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
And one day we'll pick out a huge chair.
A chair for cuddling.
And when I'm sad-
You'll hold me in our chair...
And we'll both stay real quiet,
Taking each other in.
And eventually we'll start to talk-
Quiet murmurs at first...
Between Past and Future My little darling,Between Past and Future5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Yesterday I saw you in the mirror!
You were so angry that you're not growing-up faster, that you are so dependent on your family, that you don't know how love blossoms.
You were playing with sad words, trying to write a poem, to tell the world who you are and what you feel.
For a moment, I was tempted to smile, but suddenly I've realized how much I miss you and how much I want to be possible to meet you, even for a second, in the time carousel.
There are so many things I want to tell you!
I want you to know, that it was a day when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes the smile of that child who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished in my grandfather's photo.
One minute later, I grow-up...
It was a day, when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes that beautiful teenager, full of joy and happiness, who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished
Not quite Wonderland 3Ciel settled into the carriage, followed by Sebastian, who'd left Tanaka to get them to the party. He blinked his eye, trying not to fall asleep. He was thankful the ride wasn't going to be bounce free, that should be capable of keeping him awake. Sebastian sat against the opposing wall of the carriage. He had already made a point of stopping by the Trancy mansion and found no signs that Alois and Claude would be attending the garden party. Resting his head against the back of his seat, the demon watched his master tentatively. Inside his pocket was a neatly wrapped box, a gift for Lady Elizabeth, Sebastian had prepared it knowing that the Earl would forget.Not quite Wonderland 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Withdrawing the box, Sebastian tossed it to Ciel. The little box hit the oblivious little earl and bounced off onto the seat beside him. Ciel blinked and looked over at the other seat, and almost immediately realized he had forgotten about getting a present. He reached his left hand over, as his right was holding his cane on his la
FanFictionCiel Phantomhive sat on his chair twirling a piece of his disheveled hair. He had caught the disease that most demons dread. Boredom.FanFiction5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trying to find a cure, he pulled up to his wooden desk near his bedroom window and looked out. Dull, boring landscape. No Finny gardening or Mey Rin and Bard chasing Pluto. He sighed. He could hardly believe it, but he missed those bumbling servants.
He glanced at the side of his desk, and noticed his laptop. He barely used it, he found no desire to, but perhaps he would start using it today?
Sebastian and Ciel shared the laptop, mostly because Sebastian's old one became too slow and it crashed every time he pulled up a website. Ciel wasn't sure what website he went on, but to destroy the hard drive, must has been one hell of a website.
Ciel pulled it up, and after five minutes of endless exploring and profanity, turned it on. He clicked on the little internet icon, and started to explore online.
Just for entertainment, he went thr