crestfallenyou're drunkcrestfallen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm alone
you're a planet of underground
songs and old anarchy like some
skinhead misplaced in time, you're the
physicality of destruction and i'm just
a newly-formed bud, a late bloomer
at the end of spring, still callow and fresh
but too weak to stand against the wind
you sit back and let your mind fester with
all the rotten things you swore you would never touch again,
and i'm watching you like a film played to an
empty movie theatre, because i'm the only one
who stuck around to see how this would end
i couldn't flourish in a wasteland
i couldn't flower in that swamp i climbed
my way out of, so don't
drag me back
Summer SessionsYou struck me as surely as a blacksmith's hammer.Summer Sessions2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So bright, so bold, so beautiful. After so many long days and nights, coated in grey, lingering outside and wondering where the happiness had gone, you were almost too much. Like I was so used to being holed up in the lonesome dark that, when you finally made your appearance, when you finally burst into my life, I couldn't take the sudden intensity. My body simply wasn't used to it. It couldn't handle the joy.
You were difficult to get used to, at first. So daring, so omniscient. Always there, even when I couldn't quite see you, even when you were out of view. I always knew you were there, just waiting. Waiting for me to come back so you could drown me in your holiness, a coat that I could only wear when you were with me. Sometimes I just wanted to shrug that jacket off my shoulders. So overbearing, and too hot for such a day. Sometimes, it hurt just to look at you, let alone be with you.
But I felt the warmth surge through me, and over
Bloody DreamsI fell asleep to a heartbeat I couldn't feel.Bloody Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I closed my eyes and listened to my own, imagining that ours were set to the same rythmn, every finely strung pulse in a net of veins matched yours to a perfect tune.
I felt like drifting out to sea, maybe I could relearn how to breathe. Because now each breath I take feels stolen from me. The wind that sneaks in the cracks of my window whispers your secrets to me. I swear I hear your voice in it, that voice that sounds almost like you're always laughing. And the knarled branches outside look like your back, the way the segments of your spine petrude from your skin. And the thought disgusts me, as I let myself cry over broken dreams. Dreams that lay in pieces all around my floor, so that when I awake in the morning my bare feet crack and splinter them even more, and leave me scarred just the same.
tutorialtake an evening -tutorial3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
reclassify emotions as chemical compounds.
remove one atom,
see what changes.
take your field notes, transcribe them
back to front.
add line breaks.
be scientific. be too scientific.
replace the word 'entropy'
with the word 'god'.
be so full of want that you can feel it
scraping its numb jaws against your insides.
write about flowers instead.
make your first line provocative.
follow it, let it unfurl -
inauthentic, try again.
who the fuck
read, find inspiration.
find new ways to plagiarize old ideas.
hash and rehash,
slash and burn.
look at the mess you've made.
spend an hour flicking back and forth -
write about family. if it hurts too little,
write about flowers instead.
use a word bank.
write in the dark.
write from within your own skull.
write your litanies.
write your lines.
At the end of the day.I was recently asked what kind of person I was. It was rhetorical; I answered, "the short kind," and laughed.At the end of the day.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But that got me thinking. What defines me?
Most people would answer such a question with their career. "I am an accountant," or, "I am a nurse," or, "I am a Google codemonkey." Or, if they are a student, "I am a student at [insert college here]." Even past that, one might answer with their hobbies. For example, I play video games. A lot. And I take pictures. I write. I read. I climb trees. I spend too much time on the internet. I listen to music. I go on walks and explore.
Is that what makes us? If life took you in such a way that you turned out to be a freelance journalist instead of a nurse, or led you to believe in ghosts instead of God, would you still be the same person?
I've only recently realized how open I am. How willing I am to speak to strangers, and get to know them, even if only for one day. Even if for just a few moments in passing. No, more than willing - e
NothingI used to be lightning.Nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Power surged beneath my skin,
and in the silence, I heard myself thrum.
I used to be fire.
I burned bright inside, stellar lungs,
and in the cold, I sang myself warm.
Still and dark.
My stone sinews crack.
I am vacuum, deep void of space.
Asteroid dust, floating.
Writing is an artIt is harder to write than to draw.Writing is an art4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The words on paper taunt and tease;
they almost always seem wrong.
as hard as it may seem,
is something I can do with the slightest of ease.
But poems and stories mean so much more to me.
They speak volumes of hopes and dreams,
they paint a picture in words,
they create a new world inside your head.
A drawing is just a picture;
a poem pierces your soul.
singing with the windsinging with the wind1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
supple cattails bend and sway
his world is motion
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
What I had for breakfast!
That I brushed my teeth
That I had a shit
What I watched on TV
And so on and so forth
I can see how interested you are
So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
Let me inform you that
I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
It should be headline news!
Can’t you see?
I’m the face of the human race!
Isn’t that just great?
JumpAll my life I've felt like I was on the edge of a cliffJump2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always too scared to look down.
I never tried to reach out,
I never let myself look past the ground.
You came a long and suddenly that cliff drew a little closer
I was scared but with you I didn't care what was going to happen.
I edged a little closer and took a peek
It was too much to handle for me.
You jumped off the cliff and I watched you soar
You were more beautiful
Than anything I'd seen before.
I watched you fly
I watched you go beyond the clouds.
You were your own star.
I saw the light shine off of you
For exactly what you are.
I look away and I'm still here, on that cliff
Too scared to jump, like I always am.
After long enough I took a chance.
I jumped off that cliff
And it was like bungee jumping.
I thought I was going to hit the ground
Until that cord brought me back up to you.
I took another fall and suddenly
You cut my cord loose,
I fell through.
I fell down and down
Down to the ground.
A lot of sharp rocks w
You WillIYou Will2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Catholic school can really fuck you up.
“you have ugly hair”
Breasts at the age of nine.
Bullying makes you someone you don’t want to become;
hide all that blackness in your heart
with overly cheerful hyperactive personalities
(that make others think you’re a little strange),
Friends can’t tell when you just want to
and be alone
because of how deep you’ve dug yourself in.
Afraid of yourself, you think and think, and THINK,
until you are terrified you’re going to give in
to those dark thoughts -
(and if you do, then you’re just numb afterwards.
Staring at hands blankly).
Faith in everything, the world, God,
people around you,
all you can see is horror.
You hide it, fake it, pretend to be okay.
Why would anyone care to listen?
Just one person of billions
with worse problems than you th
After his deathThe arrogance in his eyes was great.After his death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The admiration in my eyes huge.
His walk showed he knew his worth.
And there he gloomed when the others didn't.
He knew he was large, a giant among the dwarfs.
While they thought he was a pompous brat.
He died craving of love.
He wasted waiting for acknowledgement.
A man, I wish, I had known more.
A Man, I wish, was made for me.
The Man, I wish had waited for me!
'Eros''Eros'4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We deconstructed our bodies and then put ourselves together in different shape.
You were a soft velvet deer and I came out a white wolf.
We dressed in each other's skin and the clothes felt warm but somehow strange...
I remember the next morning... the taste of your breasts remained sweet in my hands.
Your contracting thigh muscle is still the best part of my lips. I can feel its taste every time my tongue wanders outside in search of you.
I kept a few strands from your hair, close to my left ear. They whisper of late summer winds and of love that will never be.
In the distance the cranes have already started to migrate. The cherry trees have blossomed but there is no one here to rejoice in their red perfume.
It's winter again.
a dollYou created mea doll2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
painted me in porcelain
and dressed me up so nice
with frills and bows and lace
You made me
and my smile was only for you
I was bought by you
with sugary words and affection
as sweet as the candy you fed me
A china doll
sitting on your shelf and
waiting to be played with
and even collecting dust
I still smiled
only for you
Even when you painted my cheeks
with black and blue
and let me crack
you didn't care
to fix me
Taping loosely over the wounds
until I broke again
My frills flattened and bows wrinkled
and lace dirty with grime
shoved away to a back corner
of your closet
until you finally get bored again
You Wouldn't Download a ZombieYou Wouldn't Download a Zombie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elementary particles (and all 'matter') are artifacts of the staticness of the observing framework.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Rob eyed the big red button, resisting the temptation to push it. "Hey Pete, look what I found!"
The salvage operation was one of the most promising their crew has been on; the demons slaughtered everyone in the underground facility and retreated without taking any of the spoils. They did leave, however, corpses in blue and white labcoats with blood smeared all over.
"What!" Came the muffled reply from the far side of the corridor.
Many of the reinforced doors were already bashed in or broken in half. Naturally, the crew raided the blood depository first - no self-respecting vampires would let all that tasty blood get ruined. It's good we arrived in time, while there's still electricity. Not even the clan leaders knew why only facilities such as these had electricity and working technology - or if they did, they surely did not bother telling Rob.
Kids These Days.I don’t have swag.Kids These Days.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have integrity.
I am not a boss.
I am a leader.
I’m not a hipster.
I do what I like.
I do not live only once.
I live every day of my life.
Locked in my sanctuary [Springtrap fanfiction]Locked in my sanctuary [Springtrap fanfiction]4 months ago in Horror More Like This
[Optional background sounds.]
Darkness. All that surrounds me is darkness. I don’t feel my hands or my legs. Heck, I don’t even feel my heartbeat. What happened? I try to recall when I fell asleep, yet there’s nothing but emptiness. I attempt to open my eyes. I didn’t know that eyelids were so heavy… or that they make that metallic slide sound. I look around me, only to see that I’m sitting down in a dirty grim room of greyish walls. There is cable wires poorly connected everywhere, pieces of old junk scattered here and there… I recognize some of the objects…
Yes, I’ve seen those things before. Some memories are slowly coming back as my eyes spot a new item. This is stuff from that restaurant… I used to work at that franchise some time ago. I was the security guard, always enclosed in that hole they called office. That’s right… I see it clearer… I also
Fading Shades of GreyDearest reader, please think twice before you try to speakFading Shades of Grey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words can be like knives that cause the victim to grow weak
Thoughts can be as bullets shooting freely through the sky
Injuring the innocent with every spoken lie
Please forget my laughter, please forget my broken heart
Please do not remember how you tore my life apart
Leave me as a memory that slowly fades to grey
Spend your days as usual, and I shall fade away
Listen to my cry for help, although it is too late
I've become the monster that you struggled to create
Trying to be perfect was a wonderful mistake…
Now I mustn't worry about which chance I will take.
Please erase all memory of who I tried to be
Please do not remember how I tried to be set free
Please do not be saddened under any circumstance …
What's makes now so different from when you still had a chance?
Death of a ForestThe forgotten gods can't stand the lightDeath of a Forest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the shadows used to fall
The Death is called brother of Sleep, the last of the Free.
She calls the crows to the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank.
Sagrada Familia queuing to step down from heaven...
In every leaf, every tear
hidden hunter's remorse
Lost between hell and paradise, between time and space,
Immense silence after the ice has melted.
No echo of my footsteps... It's time to run away.
A heart of steel is always the weakest.
you break it, you buy it.1. someone came up to me the other day, and told meyou break it, you buy it.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if i didn't start using capital letters in my poems,
she wouldn't read any more of them.
i just told her in a quiet voice that i was tired of screaming
at people who would never listen.
the thing with me is that i always
read too much into things-
people, newspapers, fucks, metaphors.
and usually i fall in love with things that
could never love me back.
2. i destroy the things that mean
the most to me, and i've never gotten the hang
of writing in stanzas.
most days i walk around reciting numbers
and other people's poetry, but usually
i just count the seconds i spend falling apart and
avoiding the things that make me whole because
self-destruction will always be my forte.
3. broken people seem to have a way of finding each other.
like we work under this assumption that we can find
perfect in each other's missing pieces,
even though we all know two wrongs will never make a right
"do you want me to fuck you?" yo
Engulfed by PainShallowed of an ocean's crest, left buried in sand to neutralize red waters, a seal tied directly upon your chest; left rotting you are by three young daughters.Engulfed by Pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within a home of dry soap and marble, bled heavily they did by your very hand, an evening of maelstrom to enrage their minds further; a plot was sliced thickly to bury you into land.
Countless months of torture to bring about meaning, a thought to envelop the darkness of man, one morning to slaughter you without knives or a 'reason;' to the beach you brought them, much singing they began.
Hours and winds to thrust the clock further, lying down you had slumbered and forgotten your reign, a cavern to empty and bury you without screaming; widen your eyes to darkness, breathe within their pain.
You're Not Dead Yet.You have been called "ugly."You're Not Dead Yet.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been called "weak."
You have been called a "failure."
You have been called all of these things.
But at least you're not dead yet.
You've still got your life ahead of you.
You've still got all these years to cherish.
You've still got a lot to live for.
You might be on life support...
...but you're not dead yet.
All these years you spent in isolation.
All these years you hide away somewhere dark.
All this time you think about the odds.
But even while that appears to be the case,
You're not dead yet.
You have cancer in your whole body.
You have mesothelioma and bronchitis.
You have six days left to live.
You're running out of time.
But you're not dead yet.
Look at what all you've done with your life.
Take a look in the mirror.
Tell the whole world what you see.
Believe in the fact that there's an afterlife,
Because you're not dead yet.
TF - Time to LeaveThe wind howled softly through the falling precipitation of the Earth, the shudders of leaves making it seem almost as though they were trying to speak with the wind as it rose and fell his optics dimmed as he brought his legs a bit closer to his chest plating, knowing this would be the last time he'd wake to hear the chirping of birds outside his room. Knew that he would step outside and not hear the sounds of the bustling city, not bring his hand up to shield his optics from the sun's rays not turn and smile as she came up to him with her bright smile, pig-tails bouncing softly with each step.TF - Time to Leave6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His spark ached.
It all happened so fast everything rather spun out of control. And he found himself not believing that that Prowl was gone, that Megatron was captured, the Decepticons defeated finally or for now anyway. He couldn't believe that they were going home, but now it didn't feel like they were returning to a home, but to a memory he had forgotten.