Who I am -- is not for your amusementI am not your amusement child, for when you are stressed or weary of the world
I do not look sexy or cute, do not entice anything out of me, with your sexual connotations
I am but a child, sitting there watching tv
Learning about the world, all of such eight, staring out the window
Not yet grown, not understanding that there is evil out there
And evil there laying on the couch -- watching me -- waiting, planning
For when the house is empty, ready to pray on me
Decisive, practiced, many a girl before me, and many after me
So I wonder, what went through in your mind, when you decided to violate my body
When you decided, what my life should
A Day -- of Weatheri think it was just that one day -- i cannot remember the weatherA Day -- of Weather3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was a day i would never forget -- it was probably sunshine and hot
it was the day, when i lost my faith in you -- it was summer after all
when my heart was destroyed, i sat there and heard -- mid summer, to be precise
that, in my time of agony, my time of destruction -- the winter was yet to come
you were too busy, to answer my call, too much to do -- leaves about to fall
i stood alone again, not sure of what to do -- there was chance of rain
and my heart broke...slowly as I hung up the call -- clouds dark
if only I knew the troubles to come - tear drops started like rai
Six Word Stories - Life, LoveNaturalSix Word Stories - Life, Love2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The rainbow dripped colours of happiness
The newspaper read, folded away, gone
The suitcase packed to the brim
Her hair tore out in bits
Dances slowly across the spiders web
Nowhere to go, a lonely road
Cold snow, dry ice, black curve
Love, Happiness, Sorrow, Peace, Education, Change
The Camping Man
He had never seen the internet
On her death
He reached for a strand hair
Sign a death certificate for two
My head is on backwards, happily
Sound sweet -- to those in love
Lost love Songs
My heart bleeds, turn it off
Sent shivers d
BurntI am numb, cold, dead to the world.Burnt4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
At times I appear not to be
When in fact I am an animated corpse
A very highly animated corpse,
With postsynaptic receptors as raw as sunburnt skin.
Emotions terrify me.
Positive or negative,
They all burn the same.
To love in particular terrifies me.
The splendor of holding deep feelings for someone or something,
My thoughts immediately skip over it,
Turning to the worries and fears of grief that such feelings entail
That is if the thoughts don't trip over the sheer terror of joy.
I subconsciously block it out.
The neurotransmitters sting like so many sharp knives...
And exist in numbing respi
The WatcherDo you seeThe Watcher2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the shadow's subtle movement?
Warm breath upon the back of your neck
sends chills crawling down your spine.
while you sleep
believing yourself safe
unaware of the brush of fingers
across your pale skin,
tender at first, tracing the soft delicate flesh,
sliding along your throat,
how easy it would be to snuff your life out
and ever more keep you here
just like this.
But the time has not yet arrived,
the feel of your heart beat,
warm to the touch of callous cold finger tips.
you know you are never
from the darkness you feel
the eyes upon you,
while I bide my time.
LacerationsLacerationsLacerations4 months 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
Rainwater and MemoriesRainwater and Memories6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once in this place, I heard the memory of a child
Who giggled as they raced down the hall,
and the sound of youthful glee fell from the bricks, to echo on the linoleum floor.
Here, the walls leak laughter- and memories.
There was the time in this place, when I felt the remnant of many Sundays
Long forgotten Sundays with open arms,
Sundays with tea and cookies and music.
Here, the walls leak love- and memories.
Just last week in this place, I saw the faded colors of old glory,
on a windsock that hangs from a sad old tree
Which beckons one to sit in her branches
and sing songs of happiness and wild clovers.
Here, the walls leak lo
A Walk Into An OceanShe's walking into a cold bitter seaA Walk Into An Ocean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She can feel the icy water touch her on the knee
She continues to walk further and further
Then it starts to hurt her
Her vains freezing like ice
At first the coldness felt nice
But then it makes her vains turn darker blue
And thats when her uncaring thoughts grew
She's shivering and cannot stop
And soon she hears a pop
She falls deeper and deeper under the water
She starts to wonder if sombody saw her
Gasping for a breath and pleading for a rest
Sinking to the bottom and curled in a nest
With her eyes closed and unable to breathe
Then she sinks and goes deeper underneath
She's at her water
InsomniaStrange sounds on sleepless nightsInsomnia3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Silver bells, tolling bright
Sing me something sad and slow
Slip into the undertow
Seeing sights that are not there
Seeing sunlight everywhere
Silent sleeper, not a peep
Surely, I just need some sleep
SurrealitySurreality1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
whirly, twirly,swirly clouds
in a liquid sky
mother says be careful dear
have some tulip pie
mongrols, thieves, and vagrants dream
life beyond the sun
daddy says he's coming home
war was so much fun
cats and dogs and lizard things
raining all around
grandma flying toward the moon
won't stay on the ground
truthful lies and purple eyes
chaos at the door
people crying, pigs with wings
search for evermore
comets crashing people flee
rivers turn blood red
candy canes and chocolate drops
everyone is dead
dreams and scapes and vision quests
reality a blur
am I sleeping or awake
wish I could be sure
Pathway to HellFreshly torn skin,Pathway to Hell3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hangs from the limbs of
Still dripping black blood
Of the innocent.
Billions of heads
Lined down my pathway.
I look to see if they are watching,
But in replace of the eyes
Are just empty sockets.
At the end of my path
Lies a throne
Made of countless human bones.
I sit and wait patiently,
In my royal chair.
The bones come alive,
As a set of hands
Rips open my chest,
And steals my heart.
It dissects me, just like the others.
This is it.
I’ve made it to hell.
UnfazedUnfazed2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hardships are a token
There's so many scars
I'm proud to be broken
I'm a living shard
I live off of regret
Breathing in certainty
My life feeds on suspense
It's almost considered a dependency
People break down sometimes
That's an understatement
Pretending to walk the line
While hope is in fragments
Can you imagine-
Enduring another lifetime
Even a fraction-
Of the pain I called mine?
I reach for the sky / Sweat falls in the fire
Worshiped halos remain shy / Shall I wait here forever?
People say we are all loved
That's nothing but a lie
Belief and trust become lost
That's the only truth I will testify
The gates will stay closed
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashThree in Five Minutes5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Canvas Of Paint And BloodYou have your canvas,Canvas Of Paint And Blood1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I have mine.
Your canvas is made of cloth,
mine is made of flesh.
Your paintbrush is made of fibers,
mine is made of metal.
Your paint comes in many colors,
mine comes in only red.
We both express our art,
as a form of pain relief.
Your have your canvas,
and I have mine.
The Girl with Her PencilThe Girl with Her PencilThe Girl with Her Pencil1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
It took the drone of the fan
As the girl, torn, stared at, touched, humilated
Sees the lifeless grey cat
Sleeping in the start of autumn
Here, was her different life
It was calmer, more precise
Easier to manage, thoughts abound
A slight flutter of the birds outside
All she did was leave
Leave the nightmare of what it was
Endure the accusations, names, dramas
Thoughts and harrassment, she turns her
Head left, in the misery of it all
Glistening up into the clouds
Now forming and a rose developi
The Down Side of UpBreathing raggedThe Down Side of Up6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ears pulsing with blood
Eyes unsure where to look
Nothing made sense
Nothing ever made sense
But I never expected this to happen
I couldn't even hear the cars passing by on the streets
The white tombstones of fallen soldiers nothing more than a blur
I could feel darkness beginning to swallow me whole
Was I strong enough to fight it?
Was this all just a test?
Would I ever see him again?
I decided right then and there that I would
This wasn't the end
He wouldn't have lingered so long if it was
There was something more to this
Something I had to figure out
When the time was right
Afraid of the DarkI'm not sleepingAfraid of the Dark6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Thoughts keep crawling into my head
Preventing my tired eyes from closing
Stupid mistakes haunt my mind
Apologies I'll never get to voice dance around on my tongue
I wish I could see you
I wish you would hold me
I feel so safe in your arms
The safest I have felt in a very long time
Darkness creeps up the walls
Eerie shadows play on the ceiling
I feel as if I am lucid dreaming
Perhaps I am
Perhaps my life is merely a dream
A nightmare that I just can't wake up from
No matter how hard I try
I used to love nightfall
Now dread fills my stomach when the sun beings to set
Depression swallows me whole
What happensWhat happensWhat happens6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I say it
Will I disappear?
Dusted Cover UnreadDusted Cover Unread:Dusted Cover Unread2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will find me on the last row.
Of your local library.
In such a public place.
Yet lonesome over comes.
This old book on the shelf.
Many have looked.
And seen what is below their eyes.
A Dusted Cover Unread.
You'll know that we are not the same.
In every way that we are different.
Plenty of color and ambition.
Rises from the top shelf.
A picture of what your into most.
A sports car? Music? Games? Lust?
Though on that last row.
Centered in that corner.
Is a Dusted Cover Unread.
They say what you don't know.
Won't hurt you.
Well, I am here to say.
This cover is to be read.
All day by the bay.
A flowing of words can te
.::Beyond These Fences::.A mother and her daughter walk down a ghetto street..::Beyond These Fences::.5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her daughter was her world,
She wouldn't let anything crush her little dream.
"Stay close to me dear, there's nothing to fear, beyond these fences there are golden fields."
She looks to her daughter, she looks to her light,
She would not let anything harm her,
She'd protect her with her life.
She watches as a car goes speeding by,
She wishes her daughter had a better life,
But she knew that her daughter will one day fly,
Fly into the open skies.
A man comes out from within the shadows of the alleyway,
He says "I'm sorry things must be this way,"
He pulls a gun, she feels stunned,
The Rose Princess (Backstory Piece)The Rose Princess (Backstory Piece)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the back of a musty, threadbare old car, a small girl sat squashed between three of her five elder siblings. They were all sitting somberly, the silence interspersed by occasional quips of broken conversation that went nowhere. She said nothing. She wanted desperately to look at her for-now new home, but could barely move for the other children. There was nothing to do but be choked by the too-tight seat belt and wait until her parents came to get them out.
Five year old Rhiannon Baronoff's father was a veterinarian; Dr. Andrew Baronoff. Or rather, he had been until a few months before then. To the adult world, revoking his license was ju
Alone.ScarletAlone.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and in the eye
two thousand truths
palm to palm
the mind becomes
the mingled scent
and when I
open my eyes
and the hall echoes:
The Perversity of WeSometimes on a quiet nightThe Perversity of We11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
due to my perversity,
or perhaps my common nature,
I dream awake of what may happen
should my twin die before me.
I may be walking calm and laughing
down city street or red rock ridge
and she would reach me over the miles
reaching straight to all five senses
reaching intense with her actions
reaching deep inside me.
Stronger than telepathies
often had when we were kids
stronger than futile restlessness
unexplained 'til mail arrives,
stronger than what may surround me
I know how she would reach me.
I would see her clear as day,
clearer than the sights around me
and I'd know her way of going