Seven LovesSeven Loves1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They asked from me to build a house
To keep there all my memories
All my hopes
All my loves
They swore to me safety
They guaranteed to me calmness
My house was made of wood and love
My house was made deep in a forest
I was called Snow White and they were my 7 loves
I lived my life being tied with chains
This house was my freedom
I was smiling and dancing by the fire on winter
I was picking flowers and singing on Summer
They asked from me to build a house
To keep there all my beloved
They swore to me loyalty
But they took swords and run away to fight dragons
And I was left alone
now my house is a fairy tale of the North
I am a lost soul searching for my 7 loves
One of them is already an angel in the skies
The rest fight dragons and save princesses
And I am dancing on my heart so I won't hear her screaming...
InnocenceI look at the child.Innocence8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How happy she seems.
I wonder how she'll be
When she gets to her teens.
She's smiling now,
But she's only ten.
I can't wait 'till she sees
What's going to come then.
She'll see it's not good.
It's much worse than bad.
And I'm right in the middle,
Wanting strength I don't have.
I wait for the day
When life will open her eyes.
I dread it, for her sake,
But I will not tell her lies:
This life right here sucks.
And soon she'll see why.
She'll see all the scars,
Then she'll sit down and cry.
I wish I could hold her
And tell her everything's alright.
But that would be false,
Because I can't speak of light:
I've been too long in the dark.
It's getting bad for my soul.
And I don't want to lead her down here
Into this hole.
But she is still young,
So at least she's got time.
It really sucks to say
That I've lost all of mine.
I see the smile on her face,
And I wish it was me.
But life has screwed me good,
And now I'll never be free.
Tell a liethings were looking up,Tell a lie8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but now i'm feeling down.
i thought i'd feel okay
now that you're back around.
but there are some things you can't fix,
and i'm still sad inside.
when everything is going wrong
it's hard to say i'm fine.
i'm so tired of all this,
these many problems that i face.
i thought things were getting better,
i thought that things would be okay.
but this shit keeps piling on
and i'm crumbling underneath the weight.
if much more happens to me
i think 'ill finally break.
there are some things you can't fix
although i know you try.
when everything is going wrong
it's hard to say i'm fine.
i know things can get better,
all things do with time,
but when everything is going wrong
it's hard to say i'm fine.
when everything is going wrong
i'll tell a lie and say i'm fine...
The Short Tale of Painting LunaThe Short Tale of Painting Luna8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"When you think you lost your colours
and all you see is white and black.
I can always be found in the darkest hours
and I will paint your moon back.
I will paint a moon just for you.
So you can see all the colours that shine for you."
RoseHere's to you, my lovely one.Rose7 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I dedicate this rose to you in hopes of claiming your love, the love that has always given me the opportunity to live on. For from the moment I was born you were there, always there, your eyes so bright, your hair so dark, your breasts so full. And you were absolutely stunning, with the slight flush on your checks and pointed nose, the dark color of your flawless skin so rich.
The features of your face were always pleasing to the eye. And among all these people, you chose me to save. You held my hand, the warmth of your blood singing a song, pulling me into your very core. And you were there, always there. You held me through the dark night, and accepted the sacrifice of the gods and the sorrow of my family, and you granted me life. My life belongs to you, I know this, and so each time I am met with your image, your indelible visage, I fall in love with you over and over again.
Because when I dream at night, it is you that fills my mind, your love that fil
He Pulled the Curtains of My HeartWhen I was younger I used to think, He smells like the morning dew. Each and every morning when I would wake I would find him standing against the ceiling-length window, the broadness of his back stretched and tough, so beautiful. I would always awake awake from sweet dreams to find him standing there, his silhouette outlined by the morning sun. And he would pull at the curtains, drawing them away and to the side to let the light in.He Pulled the Curtains of My Heart8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I felt sometimes as if he pulled at my heart, though.
The sky was always so blue whenever he would turn, the length of his black hair so beautiful, pure silk at its essence. He was a tall man, and in my young years it seemed to me that he was grander than life itself, and he held a mystery of his own. This mystery fascinated me, pulled me to him. Always.
His smile was so warm, and his touch even more so. He made me feel safe and wanted, and his love was so real that I often found myself caught up in his world. He commanded time so well that I had l
The KingImagine a king.The King11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
His flawless skin a perfect color, any color. And he sits, immobile and stillness on the silence of a golden throne. Inscribed on the precious throne are a multitude of elegant characters, every curve and stroke humming with an ivory glow.
He sits in a grand hall, the walls a beautiful white that emit the essence of ultimate power. Encasing each turn of architecture is a gold-like panel that outlines the purity of the lifeless place. Yet his features are clear-cut and defined in a prominent, virile manner. His long hair falls in waves of everlasting sunshine, frozen on its demanding course. His complexion is unnaturally still yet beautiful in a hushed manner, his profile god-like.
He does not move.
The floor is made of granite, its pale elegance eye-catching and unique. The floor meets easily with the king's overflowing robes, the violet color of it gently caressing the coldness of the granite. The robes are silk-like and soft to the touch, the expensive material a pass
Our SongI had to let you go.Our Song7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I think back on the decision I can still feel the pain inside. I remember your brilliance, your presence always around me. For the longest time you had been an indelible part of my soul that I had resolved to never let go. To me, you were the most beautiful soul I could ever encounter, ever hope to hold against.
Your gleaming blonde hair, those penetrating blue eyes; I remember them well. Though we were as different as the night and the day, I loved you so. When we were young we used to play together without a care in the world, without the need of words or thoughts. Just purity in its essence, and a tender care so strong that I failed to realize what it had been.
But those days are gone. The memories linger in my mind, leaving a frightening taste of loneliness. And for a while I struggled, caught between the paleness of my thoughts and the beating of my heart. And I thought myself a coward for a while, all the while watching you slip away.
But then I realized
The World of Black and WhiteThe World of Black and White2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The World of Black and White
Written by michael.m
On Friday, April 6th 2012
I never know is it morning or dark
I never know is it a beauty or a failure
I never know which road I am treading on
I just know how to walk and walk
With all the rest of my power
And with my eyes closed
The wind blows my face gently
Brings me cold and chill to my ashen skin
Finally I find my own freedom
After so long I was a prisoner
Of my routines and boring days
But not anymore
The scent of flowers softly fills my lungs
With the aromas I never smell before
Sweet like the Scily Isles
But tender like roses
I believe there is a garden laid before me
But how far and how big
I never know
Lone grasses and dandelions gracefully touch my hand
Softly linger with my fingers
I can feel the softness of silk
And the comfort of cotton's fiber
I'm so happy
To find that my anguish and despair are gone
But then suddenly I stop
All the feelings disappear
I realize that my eyes are blind
Christmas list: HakuChristmas list: Haku2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ya en camino...
summer: seguro que isa estara bien?
tails: esta con niles seguro que si
summer: insisto que deberian hacer lo que sea que esten haciendo con mas cuidado y cortesia
tail: no! asi no es divertido
klonoa: bien....creo que sera mas dificil el que sigue no?
tails: ni que lo dudes
el movil de niles suena
tails: como va isa?
niles:*la mira* inconciente
tails: solo trata de explicarle pero sin decir todo
niles: en cuanto reaccione, ahora vamos por ese zorro
tails: hecho,spy*enciende su radio* hemos llegado
spy: feh! est sera interesante
klonoa: tengo algo de miedo
haku:*jugando con su navaja* quie navidad tan mas aburrida!
fine:*por el msn* DEJA ESA NAVAJA!
zengh: tenemos que saber que le paso a isa
haku; seguro...pero...ustedes dijeron que nada malo pasaria
fine: zengh...dime quien ha hecho la botarga de tu persnoaje
zengh que yo sepa nadie
haku: es verdad, aqui todo esta MUY raro
se une silvia
silvia: hola chicos
fine: sivlia! h
The Detective and the DoctorThe Detective and the Doctor1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a quiet evening, just like any other evening in this dreadful hell hole. I just wait for that day, that one day where I can finally quit this nonsense. But no matter, that time will come soon enough; I will continue to live here just as my brother had told me too. He says that the world we live in is not ready for someone like me. I can't blame him for what he did, after all I have made an enemy or two, but he is my brother and I am his sister. I will forever love him with all of my heart, even if that means following his orders. However, I do have to say that he isn't the only one I miss right now. Wherever Jake may be, I hope his life has gotten better than what we had gone through together.
Helen Smith was a young woman who had moved to New York from London. No one knew exactly why she had moved. She kept to herself and came to the café every day with a book in her hands. Her long brown hair was often tied up in the back and her blue e
Fairytales and FantasiesFairytales and Fantasies10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lay down to rest that beautiful head of hair
upon the pillow that welcomes your tired mind.
Let your body find comfort amongst the soft sheets
that caress your lovely skin as it relaxes beneath eased gravity.
Close the curtains of the enrapturing audience of your brown eyes,
let begin the lucid dreams of your kindest fantasies.
Let your mind wonder as your lungs welcome the fresh air of
a deep breath fill them, pushing ajar, the doors of your heart.
Lose yourself in your own fairytales, while in reality I move
with the quiet patience next to you upon the soft sheets.
Take no notice until my lips press against yours gently
with passion invigorating in every sense to your heartbeat.
Let open the curtains to continue the once terrifying
play to the audience of your eyes,To my smiling face.
Let excitement overtake you and embrace me with the utmost joy,
putting to shame, the fantasies and fairytales of imagination.
Kiss me and allow my adoration of you to be expressed in turn.
Love me with
BeautifulMy heart caught in my chest when I caught a glimpse of him.Beautiful6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Through the archway of the living room he was standing sideways, as he glanced into a tall mirror. He was frowning as he looked at his reflection, as if he didn't like what he saw. He was tall, slightly over six feet in height. With broad shoulders and a slim waist, his body was stretched in such a virile manner that most people paused when they caught a first sight of him. His thick hair was combed back neatly, his brown eyes burning ever-so slightly.
He was wearing a suit, with the white shirt and the collar sticking out as he struggled to put on his tie. His ebony jacket was carelessly strung over one shoulder, his black slacks neatly fitting against his long legs. And those gleaming black shoes, so tidy and polished that the slightest light bounced off the depth of it. Yet he continued to frown at himself in the mirror.
But he looked amazing.
I took a deep breath, feeling my mouth go dry. But slowly I approached him from b
Learn to Love AgainShe was a beautiful girl.Learn to Love Again8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long ago, her heart had been broken by careless men. And her small body was petite, unable to hold in the true essence of love. She watched the world revolve around and around, and she felt she was unable to hold her own ground, the ground of love.
She walked through the world with a tender smile, for behind her smile there was a threshold of pain. And at night she would gaze at the stars, releasing her hair from the violet ribbon she always wore. Her hair and her eyes were the same dark color, and her face seemed elegant as the moonlight hit it, surfacing the sorrow that highlighted her beauty.
And tentatively she would rise from her bed, her small hands pressed against her chest and her blood singing throughout her veins as she felt an emotion pulling her toward the night sky. Her bare feet would softly step on the floor as she made way to the glass doors. With a soft breath she gathered her broken courage and opened the doors.
Beyond the glass doors there w
My dream is to become a writerMy dream is to become a writer. A writer who flourishes in the presence of writing, who adores words and carves wonders from the thin strands of air. A writer who creates passion and hatred within every curve and twist of the ink, who pulls in the old souls of many.My dream is to become a writer10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Sometimes the mere word rolls off my tongue with satisfaction as a I say it, each sound of it so alluring.
During the day, when I go about my daily business and work as the waitress I am, or even at night, when I ready myself for sleep and rest, I catch myself wondering...what if? And I often pause in the mirror and catch a glimpse of something in my eyes. They seem to be always burning; burning, burning and burning. With a desire to write and to prove myself.
But how to begin? Would I truly risk losing myself in the process of this immediate madness? If I were to release my entire self within the pages of a story, would I be loved by my readers? Sometimes the extent of what I write frightens me, and
PathsThey say a child's brains is the most influential and therefore easily filled with the riches of imagination, fantasy and knowledge.Paths1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If you ignored these factors in your childhood due to common excuses like "This and that is childish" or "People will think I'm a retard if I do this and that", you are most likely to grow up with society driven factors such as.. well.. basically everything that's considered cool or popular at the time, like sex, beer, women, certain brands of clothing etc.
I was bullied many, many times in my childhood, but I am so happy I developed such a broad area on imagination, fantasy and knowledge.
I do not fear being called names nor do I fear being called upon my hobbies.
I fear being generic and normal.
SomedaySomedaySomeday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be brave
Enough to ask
NestavteLas lúgubres siluetas de los árboles incomodaron a Lyve. Llevaba ya cierto tiempo sentado en la roca, mirando las ramas estáticas, dándose valor a entrar al bosque. Nunca nadie lo había hecho. La gente del pueblo pensaba que era de mal augurio. Lyve últimamente pensaba que era la única salida. ¿Salida a qué? ¿A su vida, a sus inseguridades? A donde fuera que llevara, Lyve tenía que ir. No soportaba la perspectiva de otra noche eterna, tenía que irse con Zoe de aquél lugar.Nestavte2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lyve recordaba el tiempo en que el cielo era azul e iba cambiando de tonalidad, dando lugar a la noche, que era cuando podían moverse. Un día simplemente llegó el azul oscuro al cielo, y éste pasó a ser negro, y nunca más volvió a aclararse. Ahora todos los días eran de noche, si es que se les podía llamar días. También recordaba las violentas sacudidas y la nieve caer; ahora la nieve se apelmazaba
La dama del retratoHa llegado el día, por fin sabré la verdad. Esa verdad que me ha estado carcomiendo durante las últimas semanas, esa verdad que no me deja dormir.La dama del retrato2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El cuadro por fin está listo y nuestro acuerdo se completará. Al fin todo valdrá la pena.
Tomé el cuadro y bajé las escaleras del edificio, llegué a la esquina y doblé a la derecha. Caminé las tres cuadras que me separaban del parque con paso presuroso y el perfume de victoria inundando mi alma. Crucé la puerta de herrería negra y fui directo al área de jardines exterior, a la banca de siempre.
Pero algo no estaba bien, ella no estaba ahí. Mi primer pensamiento fue que tal vez se le había hecho tarde, mas recapacité, ella siempre estaba ahí a la misma hora, lloviera, tronara o relampagueara.
La esperé durante horas. Volví hasta entrada la noche. Durante una semana seguí yendo para ver si la encontraba ahí. Ella nunca volvió.
Sin tiAun pienso en ti:Sin ti9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
día tras día,
noche tras noche,
no te olvido.
Los recuerdos llegan uno a uno:
recuerdos de lo que fue y no sera,
recuerdos de lo que paso,
recuerdos que nunca existieron.
Las palabras me atrapan:
palabras que nunca dije,
palabras que dije y ya no puedo repetir,
palabras perdidas en un rincón de mi ser.
Te amo cada día.
Te amo aun si somos un recuerdo.
Te amo aun si no debiera.
Te amo aun si te he perdido.
Eres mi sueño, mi anhelo, mi deseo.
Eres mi todo y eres mi nada.
Eres mi olvido y mi recuerdo.
Eres mi cielo y eres mi infierno.
RobotTe amo en cantidades industrialesRobot10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Con maquinaria pesada
Y miles de jornadas laborales
Te amo con esta piel metálica
Que anhela tu piel sedosa
Y me electriza con estática
Te amo de manera mecánica
Porque está en mi naturaleza amarte
Porque es defecto de fábrica
Te amo sistemáticamente
Siempre de la misma manera
Nunca con otro código
Siempre con una patente
Te amo y te deseo
Con estos labios rígidos y fríos
Con mis ojos de luces apagadas
Con este palpitar rítmico
Con estos cables en mi cuerpo
Con este combustible que los recorre
Con mis limitaciones
Con mis errores
Con todas esas cosas de autómata
Con esto que implica no ser nadie
Sino ser algo
Te amo con amor de humano.....
Aunque yo sea una máquina
VerbosSoy, eresVerbos10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tan sólo un instante
Que se prolongó demasiado
Una probada de eternidad
Que no duró lo suficiente
Una fantasía disfrazada de realidad
Una mentira demasiado amarga
Un adiós indefinido
Que nunca llegaba a concretarse
Esperando el fin
Porque nunca llegó el inicio
El principio de un "nosotros"
Siempre nos faltó el "nos"
Los recuerdos empolvados de los amaneceres
En los que una caricia nos despertaba
Pero no nos despertaba amor
A medio camino de un funeral
Fuera el mío o el tuyo
O el de ambos
O el de nadie
Ahogados en palabras
Que no tenían sentido
Palabras sin amor
Con futuros próximos
Que se alejaban de nosotros
HuirLa fría noche nos contempla, ciegaHuir11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Nos susurra palabras con el viento
Nos seduce con un acorde lento
Pronunciamos juramentos que niega
Te vas, dejando tu perfume etéreo
Me quedo solo y con el alma herida
Suspiraré, llorando tu partida
Regresarás, lanzando un beso aéreo
Y entonces uniremos nuestros cuerpos
Y la noche dejará de ser fría
Volaremos hasta el fin de los tiempos
Dejaremos atrás esta existencia
Y huiremos para amarnos libremente
Para morir, clavado en tu inocencia