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
The BridgeThe Bridge3 years 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...
Perfect Girl.If I told you how I really felt,Perfect Girl.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You would see how much pain I'm in.
And if you saw how much pain I was in,
You would know how broken I am.
And if you knew how broken I was,
I wouldn't be the perfect girl you see me as.
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.
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Mono.One morning a black pillar appeared in the center of town, within the boundaries of the park and right outside of the library. It stood at least thirteen feet tall and was as wide as a mature oak. They deduced it was made out of some kind of polished stone. Some guessed it was obsidian; others argued it was too strong to be such a fragile stone. It could have been granite, but when was the last time you saw black granite in that quantity, and in that shape?Mono.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should knock it down and drag it away!" someone shouted.
But they were too afraid to touch it.
"Why not just leave it here?" another suggested.
But they wondered what would happen if they didn't do anything at all.
Whoever put it there didn't do it alone. They'd need a truck to transport the thing, and they'd need some way to get it off the flatbed and stand it up straight. But why go to all of that trouble for a pillar of rock? Or was it part of someth
BelieveI guess they forgot to tell meBelieve5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I can't fly,
Because here I am,
I was told that love
Was a game for fools,
But love found me hiding
And consumed who I was.
Happiness was just a dream
In the depths of my mind,
Something put off for a better day.
Well I found happiness,
And won't ever let go,
Because I'm afraid it will
Dreams were just a silly way
To believe that I could escape.
Now I dream of everything,
Not forgetting who I was
While finding who I am.
They told me there was
No reason left to hope,
But hope caressed me,
So I let it spread.
I let myself take a risk,
And I dared to believe.
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
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
I'll Be There...I'll AlwaysI'll Be There...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Want To Talk.
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.
We say OKYou exploded into my life, not like a grenade but more like a firework.We say OK4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We met in a literal heart and heard stories of hurt.
I found you hot. You thought I was like Natalie Portman, in college
I was impressed by your wit, Immersed in your knowledge
They have their faults but we are star crossed lovers.
You understand me better than the others.
Like watching perfection I love you and your literal heart.
Our infinite was small, I wish I'd known you from the start.
No pun intended but you take my breath away.
Where others say always, we just say ok.
A venn diagram of guys named Augustus Waters and guys I love would be a circle.
I'll be your Hazel-Grace, Stay by your side, remove all your hurdles.
You leave me with an orange Hectic glow and some mayhem in my mind.
Lets travel over one thousand miles together just to see what we'll find.
They have their faults but we are star crossed lovers.
You understand me better than the others.
Like watching perfection I love you and your literal heart
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?
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.
A Song, A Car, A HighwayAn eyelash falls down his cheek,A Song, A Car, A Highway3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I wonder-laugh at the unexpected fall.
It’s black against his skin, as pale as my own,
and nearly so as the dust of snow outside the window.
I expect him to hold it out and bid me make a wish,
but he brushes it off his cheek,
and his eyes don’t follow its path to the hand-brake, as mine do.
I want to lean down and grab it for myself because damn,
if he isn’t going to make a wish I could sure use one.
But when I ask him, he grins at me and asks what I would wish for,
when we have such a future in front of us.
For now I’ll keep it a secret, but I do lean close to him and whisper
that we can put that future to the test, and if it’s a good one,
I’ll pay him back in eyelashes.
Speaking to Her: PoemSpeaking to Her: Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She looks as if she is in severe pain...
All she does is look through that window in vain...
Why is she going through this pain?
She just stands there watching the cold rain.
What is she thinking inside her head?
She looks as if she just wants to stay in bed.
Why are there cuts on her arm?
I know she really means no harm.
Why does she put her hair in a bun?
When she usually fixes it every day on the run.
Why does she worry so much?
If only she could see what I see, if only our opinions could touch.
I do not judge her.
Honestly, I want to get to know her.
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.
Midday SunLightly feathered withMidday Sun3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a touch of sunlight leaves me
breathless, wanting more
UntitledThe hours are slow in the white corridorsUntitled6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you are with me when the hands strike fear
and the clock whispers twelve.
You hear my voice echo down the halls
a half-empty ward
a clear glass of psychotropic drops.
You crush my ribs
and rob my lungs of tears.
You kiss my wrists
and strip the bone
The silver constellation of scars,
the scarlet mouth of screams
softened by the gentle murmurs
of bodies creased with love.
You breathe the poetry I cannot speak,
you hold the fragile shape of my skull
like a bruised eggshell
as the nurses hold me down
You feel it in your lungs
when the needle slides through,
and the drop of blood is yours too.
You feel the medicated sleep,
the sweet lull of seduction
as sedation pulls at the hull of my veins.
Long hours spent visiting your daughter
While doctors tell you she's insane.
You lie awake each night as the weeks pass
and I feel it in my chest,
in each breath
The hurt I crease into the faces
of my sweet family.
I ache and I am hollow
but you sli
Lackadaisy AIMMiss_May: Viktor, you really ought to practice your typing.Lackadaisy AIM7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Vinegar_Tom: why do i have this thing
LoquaciousRocky1927: Hey Viktor! Did you get that cool website I sent you 13 times?
Missy_Pepper has just signed on
Missy_Pepper: OMG HI VIKTOR! ur never on, lol
Calvin2 has just signed on
Calvin2: Um, hello... who are all these people?
LoquaciousRocky1927: THESE ARE, um. My friends from band camp.
Missy_Pepper: Hi Freckle!!! :]
Calvin2: So uh... Tom, what instrument do you play?
Miss_May: Thomas here plays the banjo. He's very shy.
LoquaciousRocky1927: Yeah, one of them meek little fellers. Makes you look like a boxing champ.
Vinegar_Tom: very funy
Vinegar_Tom: thats what i ment...
LoquaciousRocky1927: You should have paid attention in English school! ;DDD
McMurray27 has just signed on
Calvin2: ... mom?
McMurray27: CALVIN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN BED AN HOUR AGO
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013