Writer's BlockThe words aren't coming, they just aren't there!
My fingers are tapping but the paper is bare.
I'm wracking my brain, hoping to find,
Some small little snippet or inspirational line.
But oh to my woe and despair I have found
All my words and phrases are nowhere around!
My muse has run off, my characters gone
On a far off vacation, somewhere in the sun.
I'm not quite sure where, but one thing is clear
Wherever they are that wherever's not here!
So I sit and despair and lament my woe,
I've nowhere to look and nowhere to go!
Without my cast, director and script,
This night is a bust, a real sinking ship.
I wish you'd come back, you darn little things
You've stranded your Author, now a bird without wings.
But one thing is true, despair awaits when you return
‘Cause you can't stay gone forever...
And now I'm too tired to rhyme the end.
The tired Author
Painfull MemoriesShe dances in and out on waves of broken glass,Painfull Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A memory of better times, a perfection that couldn't last,
I can reach out and touch her if I don't mind the pain,
But the cuts and scars means nothing's the same,
Still I cling like an addict addicted to the thought,
Of a woman who so long ago I should have forgot.
I offer myself a short distraction,
Some sort of break in the breaking reaction,
But when the music dies down and the streets get cold,
I run through conversations and things I was told,
Like that three word phrase that we used to use,
How quickly the feeling of love turned to "I hate you"s.
Storybook AddictionsI want you to love me as much as you doStorybook Addictions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the thorns in your side; seeds planted and
forgotten and bleeding cyclically.
when the swallowed night drowns and
drains darkness like a trickled lullaby, I want
to be the last thing in your dreams.
I want to be your mistake East of Eden, your lack
of redemption; when they tear apart your paper
flesh with metal claws, I want to be the one you
come crawling back to with bloodied knees.
[right now I am an empty vessel, unfulfilled
and metaphorically obsolete. I want to clear
my throat for once, without seeing the ashes
of my disease.]
I want to love you like a swansong;
breezes make your bones ache and
I am always cold-- no one wants the
wind: it bites and they identify my
prickled flesh as its invitation.
[I wish I weren’t the pendulum
around your neck, counting the days
until you’d finally leave]
I only ever wanted you to love me.
Ill-willThe illness in meIll-will3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Has my bones in shambled peace
Torn apart by you
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,Beauty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.
Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.
Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
More GhostsGhosts drift up from the cellar floorMore Ghosts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding secrets old as dust, old as bones.
Their screams, now only whispers
Won't keep me awake for even a single night.
Ghosts beckon from the forest.
Deep in the trees I find their graves,
Their forgotten stone homes.
I can feel them in my teeth; such old souls,
And yet they remember everything.
Ghosts visit me in my dreams.
Far away, in space they come to me
Nobody remembers the dead.
untitledI thought I could do something right,untitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something I could be really proud of, show myself I could put up a fight
I'd make mom proud,
Make dad proud,
My mistakes are so LOUD!
Louder than the parts I nailed,
But these stains pail,
In comparison to my angry curses,
No song I can sing matches the verses
That I just want to scream and choke out
How come yesterday I had no doubt
that I could do it,
Now I can't even get through it?
The Story of the BluebirdEver wonder how the Bluebird of Happiness got its name? Why, if it’s the colour of sadness, they are blue?The Story of the Bluebird3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, here is the tale of how the bluebird turned blue.
Long ago in a green valley there existed a strange bird, white as snow. For many years these birds lived in the valley.
Until one day, a creature never before seen entered the valley.
Flying high in the clouds one young bird saw them entering the valley.
"What strange creatures are these?" thought the bird. He circled above and watched as they put up what he could only think of as nests.
All day they worked and as night fell strange flickering lights began to appear on the ground.
Returning to the other birds, he told him of what he saw. "You must tell the king,” said one old bird.
"Yes!" they all agreed.
So that night he went before the King of the Bluebirds and said "Your highness, strange beings have entered our valley." "They have built their nests along the ground and their strange lights dot the
Poetry in MotionPoetry is the heart's locomotionPoetry in Motion3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sparking emotions that stir up commotion
Poetry speaks of devotion to thought
Crossing oceans of pain to reach a peace potion
Poetry is both form and function
A raging love storm or voice of compunction
My very life depends on poem consumption
To release the rage brought on by presumptions
And it flows through life in that very same vein
The blood that flushes out heartfelt pain
So I count it a blessing to run with words
To swim with mermaids and what else absurd
It offers escape from the burdens in life
A way to put structure to struggle and strife
Making the raw and intangible real
These rhythmic words tell what the heart feels
Confusion 4 - A GerIta Story I love dreaming of Doit-su, he is always nicer in my dreams. He eats my pasta and smiles more and helps me find really cute girls. Nothing like him when he wakes up though, he is all serious and "WAKE UP NOW ITALY". I don't understand why he has to always wake up so early, not everything needs to be done at eight in the morning. Plus, why does he have to wake me up? Why can't he do whatever by himself and not bother me? I would like him a lot more if he let me sleep once and a while. I love Germany but, not when he is being stupid.Confusion 4 - A GerIta Story4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Go away," I mumbled, shoving my face deeper into the pillow I was squeezing, "I am tired."
"Stop being lazy and get out of my bed."
"But, I'm comfy," I whine, turning my head to Germany and pouting, "I don't want to move!"
"I do not care what you want," he rolled his eyes, pushing me with his foot off of the bed, "Get off my bed and get up."
"NO!" I yell, stubbornly gripping the head board as the rest of my bo
For you hold its precious key.Our eyes meet across the roomFor you hold its precious key.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And in that single moment I know
My heart will be forever prisoner
You will never let me go
Your gaze is like Medusa's:
Can turn mere mortal to stone
Except I have come here willingly
The full dangers I had known
Your eyes are like fire
Burning chestnut in the gloom
Scorching straight into my withered soul
My hope and spirit anew
Your smile is dazzling
Bright like exploding stars
It blinds me with its light and truth
Reaching deeply from afar
Your body is that of Adonis
Carved by angels hands
Yet wrought from stone it's full of life
A perfectly made man
Your voice is soft like velvet
Gentle, calm and smooth
Your words said with a graceful ease
And carefully thought through
Your personality, it seems,
Was built to gel with mine
We compliment like yin and yang -
Our true selves bare to shine
We share so many interests,
Yet are lives are so apart
But wherever you may go in life
You will never truly depart
Although you keep me prisoner
With all the things you
Will You Marry MeYour face is smoothWill You Marry Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the edge of a freshly wiped blade
Your skin is warm
like teardrops in a steel morgue
Your hands are soft
like linen sheets over pale, cool remains
Your hair falls to your shoulders
with the accuracy of a weighty noose
Your stride is as confident
as a blood-spattered Gladiator
Your legs send my heart
into a state of hysteria with an assassin's efficiency
Never have I wanted so badly
something so fearsome
Now tell me, my darling,
MonsterTrapped here inside a cage.Monster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mind filled with so much rage.
Trying everything to break free.
You're just pretending to be me.
I was here all along.
You're the one that is wrong.
I'm not what you want me to be,
So you drive me to this insanity.
I savor every freedom I get.
More will come just yet.
You know I'm not one to control.
Holding me back has taken a toll.
You're afraid of what I'll do,
But the real monster here is you.
broken bonesI want to write rough and raw and unbearablebroken bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way cigarettes taste at midnight
to a tired atheist knocking on a locked church door
wondering whether to pray or scream
I want to write cold and brutal and honest
like fog-choked dawns on unfamiliar city streets
when the silence presses behind your eyelids
and breathing feels like blasphemy
I want to write like the midnight air that burns the back of your throat
like cold fury and boiling hatred
like the panic that eats into bone marrow
the fear that runs prickling fingers down twisted spines
I want to write of you and me and everything
pin the stars behind my eyelids into letters to no one
I want to scar you with unspun metaphor
To write until my hands shake
until I break myself with honesty
until I empty myself or
until my wrist
Broken DreamingDressed dourBroken Dreaming3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Car won't roll
From where it's parked
Socks with holes
And tattered scarf
Towards his goals
His feet will march
Through the cold
While mother's stare
But he don't care
Lights don't flicker
No frost to bear
Work is quicker
With a prayer
Day after day
He sat and stayed
In this library
Writing out his dreams and visions
Peers abandoned his ambitions
Change the world with wit: His mission
He won't quit. What's your decision?
Lost. Chapter 19Lost. Chapter 19Lost. Chapter 194 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Omg!! Nineteen chapters! None of my stories have exceeded 14 and I have never finished a chapter story except for the book I made in fourth grade which was only 20 pages.
I also wanted to thank my dad. He doesn't know it but he helped me with this chapter. He taught me how to punch properly so I'm going to use that in this chapter. Please excuse any inaccuracy on the blocking, sword or gun. I do not hunt and my dad hasn't taught me how to shoot...yet and so far I haven't gotten into any legit fist fights except you want to count the ones with my sister or my Dad or the ones I get into with this guy at lunch but I'm the only one who throws the punches/slaps.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia or the song.
I'm gonna make it bend and break
(It sent you to me without wait)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show...
(Let the good times roll)
(Let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's th
Scarlet PulpThumpScarlet Pulp3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you hear it?
It hammers against your chest.
Do you feel it?
It smacks against your breast.
Every tremor cracks your rib,
Every crack jolts your senses,
Red mass thrums against bone,
Rotund, Fleshy, Grotesque.
Crimson flows within wires
Swollen like bruised skin,
Thunder gathers in your ears,
Heat swelters across your cheeks.
Do you hear it?
Bulbous, Gelatinous, Grotesque.
Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribsLie To Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.
Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.
Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.
Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.
The sacrifice.the ocean singsThe sacrifice.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bluebirds fly
the shells will scream
their silent cry
when divers come
to get the pearl
you raised so long
for a little girl
five years you were working
for the final move
get it ready in time!
For the final approve
he CRACKS you
he SMACKS you
he HACKS you
and you were just shielding
your little pearl
and while you are sighing
the diver is smiling
and while you are dying
the princess is crying
'cause you had to die
for the princess' delight.
11I have placed you, frozen, away;113 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where time is of no consequence.
Do you not see the pains I've taken
To remember you as you were?
I've boiled the universe down -
I've torn my hair and mended shrouds.
How long should I scream your name,
Knowing you will not answer?
I've traversed the roughest of seas
And each shore, I have found lacking.
Have you ruined me completely?
Can the calm not suffice?
i writei write for the feeling of maybe-kind-of-acceptancei write2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because everywhere else i look, i feel lost in myself.
and there's the haze of a bonfire i shouldn't of gone to,
filling my mind with things i thought i'd pushed away
(but apparently i didn't
because the smoke in my lungs -
it brought it all back).
i write because maybe once someone will read it
and maybe just once i'll have accomplished something
meaningful. but of course i crammed for that test
and failed at the last minute but who cares right
(since it's not like
i've ever been good enough
i write in hopes of being able to stay stable long enough
that my internal fractures won't shatter me like broken mirrors.
when the one day i actually feel okay enough to smile,
the effort was washed back down the drain by your cruelty
(but, you know, it's
okay because i've learnt now
that you live only to die).