WinterA dream of silver coins and gossamerWinter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of frankincense and sacred myrrh
tugging, gently tugging at the coverlet
the draperies drawn,
the candles lit.
Winter's wizened face and beard sent packing
by the blazing willow log
a'crackling, gently crackling in the fireplace
the shivered wind
leads on apace
These dreams to warm us lingering like a balm,
and cider mulled with cardamom
bubbling, gently bubbling in a bowl
blots out the wind
and shuns the cold.
2Wings flap, desperate23 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Try to escape this world, they
Carry onShe can hit me,Carry on3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I won't cry out.
I'm too numb to fight,
too tired to shout.
I just want to rest.
To stop all the tears.
I'm tired of trying.
Exhausted by all these years.
Leave me alone.
I'm nothing anymore.
Just an empty shell,
That's not worth crying for.
Don't call my name.
I don't exist.
She's weathered me away.
With word and fist.
I'll stop now.
You don't care.
I'm just a girl.
Caught in suicide's snare.
From now on,
I won't speak,
I won't try.
I won't be a freak.
I'll just fade.
slowly, till I'm gone.
So I won't be a bother.
So your life can carry on.
You didn't dare.She smiled,You didn't dare.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but it was fake.
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
TruthBlood fed flower, beautiful yet so sour,Truth3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To wander with countless hours,
The sun rising spills grief with its rays,
There's always darkness to show the way.
Its hunger that opened my eyes to reality,
Not the abstinence of my desires,
This is perpetual, never ending,
Our freedom,We each our own gods of emptiness.
Mocking reality with the unfathomable perfect,
Nothing experienced or spoken is such a word,
Life itself, is the only gift given,
To hold truth in my arms, not perfection, is happiness.
What Poetry is to MeWhat poetry is to me,What Poetry is to Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is an escape into a mindless sea,
A place where I can write endlessly,
About the wonders and ruins of this world I see.
What poetry is to me,
Is this I write accordingly,
The words that are crafted so beautifully,
By those who let go willingly.
What poetry is to me,
Is not the same for everybody,
That different style, whatever it may be,
Keep it going and you'll succeed.
My MaskI put my mask on.My Mask3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Time to face the day.
Time to plaster on a smile.
Time to pretend it's okay.
I want to crawl in bed.
Leave the world behind.
You're too ugly to go out,
whispers my mind.
I know I am,
I stifle a cry.
I want to leave,
I want to die.
My mask is done,
and I have to go.
Time to face the people.
Time to put on my show.
Just Imagine, You're All AloneJust imagine, you're all alone,Just Imagine, You're All Alone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Left in the world on your own.
To fend for yourself, find your smile,
Yes, find it, it's been quite awhile.
You can't breathe, you're being suffocated,
The world is too much to bear, you need to be relocated.
Another place, smaller, much smaller,
You can do it, there, you'll feel so much taller.
Gain your confidence, no it's been shattered, just hide,
One day you'll be able to say that you have your pride.
Pride beyond compare, you can do anything,
Is doing anything the right thing?
The kids shouting "YOLO," adults shouting "Carpe Diem!"
Wishing you could do the same, begging, pleading.
You can, dig deep, I know you can,
You were once stronger, once a better man.
Don't let them take you over, don't you dare concede,
Is this what you want? Is this what you need?
No, this is not what I want.
Who are you to say you're the one to flaunt?
It's my turn, you've played long enough,
I know this is hard, for me it is rough.
I have to put you away, it's time to go,
hope is a poisonous thingand i wishhope is a poisonous thing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the bottom of my
that i'll find
that i hate
more than myself.
Grelle and Will talk #1*in Will's office*Grelle and Will talk #13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grelle: Will!!!!!!!!!!! Oh it is so nice to see you again darling!
Will: Hmm...interesting...Sutcliff please leave as you see I am doing paper work..now go.
Grelle: Oh no paper work...you know it won't kill you if I stayed a little bit longer..silly...I missed you today where have you've been?
Will: None of your concern. * adjusts glasses*
Grelle: Yes it is...where have you been Will...please don't tell me your trying to kill Sebas-chan again...are you?
Will: Ya right...please go and mind your own business.
Grelle: You know Will there is nothing to be jealous about I don't like Sebas-chan "that" way...it's quite simple you know...I like you "that" way.
Will: Please Sutcliff don't suck up to me and leave...as you see I am not in a "pleasant" mood today.
Grelle: You never are in a "pleasant" mood.
Will: Do you really want to get in a damn argument...I don't have time for this Sutcliff!!!!!
Grelle: Please Will don't get any more
Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, herHer.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Her VoiceHer voice, that of which utters words of love,Her Voice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Speak softer than feathers of a dove.
Her words show Him faithful promise,
He believes Her, hoping He won't trip upon this.
Her voice is that which beauty is given,
A voice of an angel sent from Heaven.
Her syllables singing throughout His ear,
Her leaving turns out to be His biggest fear.
Her voice is everything He wants,
It's what He breathes, He's happy for once.
He hopes with Her for that happy ending,
Their love will always be transcending.
Silent LoversI look at you, likeSilent Lovers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a lover from a different
But you were never mine.
And all the secrets
we kept away,
that were hidden for
days, are now nothing
but treasured memories.
Even when I closed
my eyes, and couldn't make
you were still around.
Even through the silence,
you knew what to say.
It was magical, just
you and me.
Life After Death Ch. 1Gabe:Life After Death Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my tux-clad body. I tugged at my collar, which felt too tight and uncomfortable. I sighed and reminded myself that I was supposed to be excited. Tonight was a night that would forever be a highlight of my high school career, or so I was told. I could’ve attempted to try to pump myself up about the whole even by telling myself lies about how fun it would be and how the amount of camaraderie I would feel with my peers would be through the roof and absolutely insurmountable to anything I’d ever experienced before, but I didn’t want to waste any more time than I already had trying to figure out how exactly to tie a tie. Speaking of my tie, I glanced down and realized it was crooked once again and attempted to fix it. After a few moments of messing with it, I shrugged and glanced at my alarm clock. I was running late for getting over to Joey’s, so I grabbed my camera off of my bed and rushed downstairs. Besides, my l
Hide HideHide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
e m p t y hallway fill
no one will notice
around the corner
no one will care if you
no one will laugh if you
no one can hurt you
1The moon and the stars13 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are extremely lovely, but
You are much brighter
Go BackMy venom of the tung is injected to whom ever I see fit.Go Back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing is that you used your venom first.
How does that make me the snake?
I desecrate, I beat down, I manipulate.
I do what I can to survive, if you get hurt so be it.
That! is what I've learned.
My brutality comes with a price, I will end up alone and I am afraid of myself.
You made me an expert of brutality and I don't want to be the snake anymore.
I want to go back to the way I was before.
ReminderI was sitting by myself on the cement, looking up at the stars.Reminder3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their all so pretty....the way they shine, I always wonder if they have a thought process, because some nights, they seem as if they want to hide, and just fade away into the sky.
But strangely, when I need to find that one star, that was hidden for nights at a time,
it would appear, as if it heard me calling its name.
And as I looked up upon the star, I just knew that everything would be fine.
When the time was right, it would disappear, and I would just go on with my life, and look at all the other stars, still thinking about that one.
It was different from the rest, it had a aura of its own. It was so bright, it lit up the sky around
it as if it was its very own moon, but inside of its pure radiance, was its own shade of blue.
It was almost sad.
I say that, because even though it appeared down, it seemed as if it was happy about something else, it was strange.
It was as if the star itself had just found out s
Bipolar Depression: The BladeBipolar Depression: The Blade3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She looks at herself in the mirror.
Her eyes look at themselves dead center.
Her vision slowly drags down her almost bare body.
Her pale skin, Perfection. Unscathed.
Smooth. Angel like.
Her brown eyes’ gaze fall to her hand,
Gripping the Blade.
Her dark eyes were full of lust.
Nothing else was thought.
Her body fills with rage,
The Blade spurs up to her face,
She glides the smooth end of steel
Against her cheek.
She wanted the pain.
She wanted the scars.
Looking into her eyes,
The Blade was placed above them.
Pressure against the delicate skin,
Slicing violently she cursed herself.
Blood streams down her face.
The smell is overwhelming.
The Darkness took her soul.
She licks the blood,
Of cutting her lips open to her cheeks.
Her perfected face is gone.
Limb by limb,
The Blade slices
For the sweet agony
Along the collar bone
Tallied arm and legs
Bloody as hell
She looks at her own reflection.
One last tim
Bittersweet NothingsI have screamed at the sky,Bittersweet Nothings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hammered at the ground,
Spat in the waters;
Cursed and questioned all I've found.
I have run around in circles,
I have walked in straight lines,
I have exercised to exhaustion;
But still not cured this restless mind.
And now I lay here,
Under thick canvas of black;
Muttering bittersweet nothings at the stars,
Who do not deign to answer back.
Worry"Worry," such a helpless word,Worry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More helpless than that baby bird.
My feeling, My emotions, why do You exist?
Why do You eternally put Me through this?
Go away, I want certainty here,
Please just go, just disappear.
I don't need You, You're unwanted,
Go back to the one You previously haunted.
You have overcome My fortress, My body,
Now You sit, waiting in My sanctioned lobby.
Ready to strike, to cause great fear,
Your presence is known, You made it quite clear.
You haven't left, You never did,
You stayed and made it morbid.
I hate You, I wish You'd leave,
Sadly, You've been here since I was conceived.
LacerationsLacerationsLacerations3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Flesh torn from gnawed bone
You really thought you were going home?
Uncontrollable cannibalistic instinct
Limitless desire; the funeral pyre
It’s what you were meant for
It’s what you will die for
Psychotic self obsession
Ripping, tearing mindless gore
You’ll never forget what you saw
A mockery of a failed existence
Crumbles to ash with the sands of time
Desperate to retain possession
Of useless pointless hopeless dreams
Feeling the grip tightening
Never fading, always hiding
Waiting for vulnerability, the time to strike
A soulless depiction of life once lived
A sculptor’s interpretation
Of thoughts once had
Hear it sputter painful words
Useless pitiful spineless worm
You’ll never learn
This world owes you nothing
And no one cares
The Music ManI heard the wind first, that slow, smooth sound that is soft enough to put us to sleep. The cool breeze rolled in silently through my bedroom window. With it, came the screams.The Music Man4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My head flew off of my pillow and stared around, I couldn't move while I waited. I waited for the sound to come again, for any sound to come. That slow breeze was steady, rolling in and out of my window, carrying the curtains with it as it moved.
A sudden chill was thrown down my spine when I realized what it was. It's back, I thought to myself after a long minute. My stomach rolled into a ball of ice, I could feel it lurching upward into my throat. My room was beginning to resemble a refrigerator as the temperature rose and fell with the curtains.
The scream filled the room again, my ears rang. There was something in my hand, I was too afraid to look down and see what it was. I couldn't breathe, let alone glance down at my hands. He was back and there was nothing that I could do about it. Once it started, once