It Didn't Reach The Ground...It Didn't Reach The Ground...5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It doesn't even reach the ground...
The snow just slowly falls around.
It was beautiful, I had to admit,
But it just didn't seem to fit.
The way it fell down in the south;
It didn't even reach my mouth.
It then melted into rain
And I was sad; Left in pain.
A silly thing to be sad about,
But I have never seen the snow throughout.
The first time my eyes set sight
On the rain and snow falling in the night.
Disappointment ran through my veins
And I was just left to hate the rains.
For they expertly wash away everything.
The snow; Something I have never seen.
I despise it when it betrays me so,
For it's melting what I don't want to go.
Now, It's stopped snowing and I go forth,
Yearning to go on straight to the North.
Somewhere where there's everything
And only to the rain, I don't have to cling.
I do love them, Ihonestly do
However I'm longing for something entirely new.
Tell Me A Story"Tell me a story."Tell Me A Story5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What kind of story?"
"One that has a happy ending."
"That would be lying."
"Because happy endings don't exist."
"So tell me you love me."
"Because then I'd be lying."
"Then there's no reason for me to be here, is there?"
"I need you. Don't go."
"You said you didn't love me."
"I don't. But I need you. There's a difference. Please, don't leave."
"Only if you promise to tell me a story with a happy ending. I need a happy ending."
"Fine. I promise."
"I love you."
My First LoveI was always very innocent when I was a teenager. I had my first boyfriend when I was 16, sweet 16...he was 19. He lived 50 kms away so he came to see me every weekend.My First Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He played the guitar and sang beautifully. I liked that about him. He was very sweet.
We would write lots of letters during the week...I still have his letters...I still read his letters every now and then and I smile... We had a good time together...innocent...romantic.
When we first started dating, we went for a walk in the evening. It was very quiet and it was getting dark. Then we stopped and stood under a tree. He held me and pressed his body against mine and kissed me. It was beautiful, so gentle at first, and slowly it was harder and deeper. His tongue met mine and they entwined. It was long and deep. It was so good. He pulled me to him ,held me real tight and I could feel he was getting hard...But he didn't go any further. It was meant to be our first kiss...
I suppose now that if I had las
day teni. alpha i. omegaday ten7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am not ready to grow up, i am not ready to grow up,
but dissonant chords, memento mori, but the promise of independence, autonomy,
and the date of my birth and of making something of myself
clamour sharply at my senses keeps me moving along the path,
abusive, aggressive, morose - terrified, uncertain, hopeful -
i wonder how other people i wonder if i
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
You're Not In Wonderland AnymoreShe was running; scared and desperate. The young lady fumbled her way through the darkness while the rocks cut into her bare feet. The tears spilling down her face were enough to fill a parlor, only rivaled by the sobs that threatened to shatter her heart like the broken mirror in her room.You're Not In Wonderland Anymore7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was seventeen practically a woman. Yet she dressed like a young child in frills and ribbons. The girl resented her sister’s constant nagging to wear corsets and evening gowns. She wanted to lie in fields of flowers and snuggle her cat to her chest. She wanted crawl her way into mischief and follow the little white rabbit again. She wanted to wander through the world she couldn’t quite understand, yet adored all the same. She even enjoyed giving chase to the guards who were guilty of painting the roses red for her majesty. This was the childhood refuge she had learned to call home. But it wasn’t meant to last forever.
“Please,” she begged. “Let me stay with you
Smile In My SleepSmile In My Sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't see me
You can't tell me who I want to be
What can I do
To convince you
That I am all you'll ever need?
And I start to understand
And I smile in my sleep
I watch you Mr. Death
I know what you want
Dying is your greatest
You taunt me with life
I smile knowing
You can't get me this time
So forgive the misgivings
I've tried so hard to find you
I even see you in my dreams
Your face turned blurry and hued
And I waved goodbye to Mr. Death
As I breathed my last breath
As I smile in my sleep
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
MoreWith a broken heart- you’ll starveMore7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the love you’ll receive will drip out
And constantly you’ll be ‘needing’ more.
you with the pretty eyes, what's your motivation?you weren't the one laced with arsenic,you with the pretty eyes, what's your motivation?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
just copper-plated sugar pills,
the pennies we threw into the river,
and the lock on the bridge we didn't close;
you faced me and my skin melted:
this place is a hole, sinking ships inside
garden-sized ponds, and what we said was toxic
to our continued breathing
(falling into this was like slipping into a coma and
wishing the cancer would just take us both,
angels knowing you deserved more than me, well
we covet ink in different colors, the water in my blood
could be green if I would have slept a little longer - )
but sin is yellow-teethed and I am at the right hand of the devil,
you could never be a villain, just an actress
with your curtain always calling, are you coming here to breathe,
or just sink in? are you coming here to breathe,
or just sink in?
Spiritual IntentionsToday, I woke up with the intention of not working, but with the intention of regrouping myself as a soul. I did as much work as I could yesterday (a Friday), and, despite not accomplishing everything on my list, I decided that I did as much as I could to the best of my ability, and would leave the rest for Sunday. While I like to identify myself with the Adventist religion (they go to church on Saturday as well as rest on that day), I am not a fanatical church goer. Why is this? I’ll admit the inferno that became of my spiritual life during my parents’ divorce had a featured role in the matter. As stinging and scalding the experience was, it was probably one of the kindest things that the Goddess decided to put me into.Spiritual Intentions2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I like to think of my religion as a phoenix. It’s a very beautiful creature that definitely has its own uniqueness that can’t compare to any animal – real or mythological. The phoenix hatches, stretching out its small, nearly bare wings th
The Talisman for ShawnaShane and Shawna had always loved to go camping. For years they would travel across the country, camping out in state and national parks. They would often just park their car at the front gate and just walk into the woods and live off the land. This was the camping trip both of them had been waiting for a long time to do. They were going to Yosemite National Park to camp out in the most pristine of settings. No phones, no cars, no electricity, only peace and quiet in one of the most beautiful settings in the world. The weather couldn't have been better for their trip. White, puffy clouds were slowly drifting through the bluest of skies as the sun shown brightly. The smell of pine wafted all around. This is what life was all about.The Talisman for Shawna9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Shane and Shawna spent the better part of the first day hiking through the majestic forest. Even though their backpacks were heavy, their spirits wer
Depressioni thought you would never leave me beDepression4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
you tore my soul apart
i went to sleep with tears in my eyes
and wake up crying
i endured until i was empty
without even a soul to gaze upon
for in the mirror i saw nothing
nothing but a stranger staring back at me
for years i parted ways with this world
the family were an insufferable entity
and the friends had gone but not forgotten
I still can't forget their betrayal
Was it their fault i had this black cloud over me?
I'd lay awake at night, confused
laying awake, wondering why i ever listened
wondering how i would ever put things right
i had parted my ways for years
years you stole from my life and my love
my dark songs my only comfort
the only ones who could understand
as i tried to remember who i was before
but i was changed forever
and from the darkness the raven flew
I flew away
yet still you haunt me
forever perhaps in my memory
the reminiscents of sorrow and regret
but my spirit is strong
stronger than i realised to conquer you
and when i
LibraLibra8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Symbol: the Scales
Ruling Planet: Venus
Ruling House: Seventh House
Body Parts: kidneys
Date with destiny: Gemini, Aquarius
Run for the hills: Cancer, Capricorn
Where you glow: mediating
What makes you tick: charm
Fitness forecast: rowing
Play date: flying first class to Paris
Perfect jobs: beautician, personal shopper
Best accessory: a bottle of water
A sure thing: flirting
Pleasure: cooperation, fair play, conversation
Pain: disharmony, solitude, decision-making
Kindness: Your peaceful nature soothes those who suffer, while your willingness to work with others ensures the job will be done.
What's my line? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
This is loveIn this empty roomThis is love7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We stand together
In the darkness
Our shattered hearts
Bleeding together as one
While the blood runs
Through our cold skin
This is what love is like
Two broken people
Sharing their pain
Merging their empty souls
We forget about the world
Because we live in a world of our own
United as one
In an illusion of happiness
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,Difference7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be alone is liberating.
Oratories and Laboratories...Oratories and Laboratories...11 years ago in General More Like This
A Rebuilt Life
I. A tale of the illegal, the illicit, the illogical
Oratory In the Laboratory - Part 2
"Oh no, Inspector, don't be deceived; that most redolent and pestiferous plague known as 'death' remains irrefutable, life is irretrievable, just as we-" a glance askance to the burgundy-blood-stained lab coat worn by the newly-dead instigated a painful pronoun change, "or rather I, stand before you irredeemable. I embalmed whilst he imbued, an atmosphere imbibed, till catastrophe ensued. The sepulchral saturnine expression frozen to her face became something altogether more morbid." Kneeling, he placed an outstretched palm against the still-warm chest of his brother, as if willing its re-animation in rhythmical respiration.
Something could be felt between thin cotton and quiescent ribs. A creased photograph, its edges damp and scarlet, was removed from the deceased's inner pocket, a familiar sepia smile greeting the surviving sibling.
"Once, her very name was a phonic philtre,
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
Opportunity-8.FebruaryOpportunity-8.February10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the texture of my missed sunrise
wrapped in amber arms and a smirk
fluxing in the newborn light:
I'd've flung myself in arms that begged to hold me
if I'd known they were there
I'm staring into your distance, someone
singing in my buttoned ears
—chops for my cubical existence
there's cement beneath us in springtime, still cold
to the touch of jean-clad cheeks,
this tank top rag doll
folded into your lanky figure,
patient for day
I'm trapped, sometimes,
in fleeting shadows—moments that shouldn't feel
like midwinter sun taunting,
tangling the air, hair
falling in your solstice eyes,
but they do