Can't You?Can't you hear?Can't You?6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's crying as
The night settles in.
Masks her sobs.
As her happiness
Into the abyss.
Can't you feel?
She tries her
To please you
In everything she does.
Every waking moment
She breaks her back
To earn a least a shred
Of your love.
Can't you tell?
She does everything
You ask of her.
Is her command.
She'll do anything
To please you.
But you treat her
Like an animal.
Can't you see?
All she ever
Hello Again Ch. 1 AfterbirthHello Again Ch. 1 Afterbirth11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1 - Afterbirth
Kagome chewed the end of the pen, her concentration centered on the paper before her. The answers to the small questions on it, those were always the most difficult. Months, she had spent months preparing, knowing that this faced her eventually. Now that the day was here she was still confused. There were only three questions left. She stared down at the paper thinking through her answers. A small gurgle brought her attention to the small bassinet at her bedside. "So little one which shall it be, hmm? Kenmaru or Kenyasha? Kenyasha ... hmm ... That was your Uncle Souta's choice. It is close to your daddy's name. Yes, it is. I do like it but ... I think I like Kenmaru better." Quickly she wrote her son's name down in the correct box. "One down two to go." She told him. Her thoughts turned to the one box she dreaded, Father's name. She could lie and put unknown. But the idea of denying Inu Yasha's paternity of their son. No, she couldn't do that. Once ag
IslamIslam in generalIslam7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Islam is incredible
To be a little suitable
Quran is lyrical and truthful
Humble when I read it
Humble when ever I hear it
Islam is a way of life
Islam is my way of life
Islam is the only truth in this life
Now tell me whats right
Mistaken for the wrong mind
Just let the creatures
And the human preachers take all the wounds of this nature
Too hard on paper!
God did give you the past the present and the future written
All you got to do is look into it and start pitching
And if your ashamed of the way you livin
Open the doors of Islam and youll be full of blessings
The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,The jigsaw boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.
His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.
She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.
Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
Belief.Belief.Belief.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’d rather believe in something,
Rather than to believe in nothing.
Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.
But if you believe there is something greater in place
And that this something does not have a form, figure or face.
From this something we gain a feeling that cannot be described
And although countless cynics have allied, defied and tried.
They have dedicated their entire lives to proving there is no evidence.
Because disproving that something is the only thing of any relevance.
What if confirming its p
A Million StoriesI could tell youA Million Stories5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A million different stories
About broken hearts
And broken dreams
Or about loss
And about how they save lives
About the magic of friendship
About the forgotten heroes
Heroes the world will never know
About fighting for what you love
Or I could tell you one
Just one sad story
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
Shot.There is a hole inShot.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My now sunken, aching chest
For reasons unknown
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
Life, judgement, freedom and peace.Things happen, we don't know if it's because they are meant to be, if it's life's way of throwing you a curve ball, if it's just the next chapter, in your own little story–– but things happen.Life, judgement, freedom and peace.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The way you choose to deal with it, confront it, avoid it, run from it, or face it head on, with confidence, strength and acknowledgement, determines the next step, the next plot twist, the next character strength or flaw.
Be the person you would look up to, the person you would sneak peeks at from the corner of your eye, and think "damn, that's cool, I wish I could be like that" stop wishing it, it is too easy to be all theory, most of us are, I am being all theory by writing this right now, but theory isn't worth shit, if you don't follow through with action, severe, uncompromising, mature action, because in that––lays truth, in that; lays life.
There are definitely an infinite amount of things we will never understand, experiences we will always remember, and tell new f
Our love is a songI've tried my hardest to write you a songOur love is a song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there's so many lyrics that its too long
So I'll write a compilation of music instead
and make sure to say all thats been in my head
Track one will be how we came to be
At first so wild, young, and free
track two will be to romance you
with just enough rhythym to dance to.
Track three will be as sensual as a lustful night
But still like a love ballad done just right
Track four, a melody for lovers who follow their heart
and will try to stay strong even while they're apart
for now track five will remain unwritten
but one things for sure is that I'm smitten
Even if the rest of the lyrics become sad
I'll still remember the songs we had
The harmony we have i could never regret
and the sexy tango we dance to i could never forget
So i'll continue singing you every note in my soul
with the hopes you'll keep making my songs whole
for your heart is the beat i need to hear
and your love is the melody that i hold dear.
Elven lullabyListen, the wind singsElven lullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A sad, lonely song
Sings of times lost in time
Of bards and of minstrels
Who lived long ago
Who now are dead, lost and gone
Listen, the ocean
Tells you a tale
A tale of those who sailed
Who sought new horizons
Trying to find
The place where the sun hides at night
Listen, the Elders
Have a story to tell
A story of wisdom and age
They tell you the story
Of once upon a time
The story of tomorrow is yours
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.From Time To Time.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a
UnsweetViolent words are unfitting of youUnsweet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They don't match you
Unnecessary violence that slices us open
I don't see them in you
But maybe I see you wrong
Everlasting LoveEverlasting Love.Everlasting Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two wrinkled hands intertwined with one another.
Their frail legs moving at a notably slow pace.
They always come in to the store every Sunday morning.
Buying their weekly packets of bird nuts and wild berries.
The elderly man always gives me a subtle wink whenever he sees me.
Comments on the amount of female partners I should be courting.
While the elderly women casts an innocent smile.
Ignoring her husbands repeated jokes and tugs him out the store.
The next week the elderly man is pushing his wife about the store.
His arms straining from the weight of the wheel chair.
He holds up two variations of bird berries so his wife can choose.
She winces in pain as she adjusts her position in her new mobile seat.
I am the only till queue they ever come to.
The elderly man as usual engages into his derogatory banter with me.
His wife giving him her ritual glance as she hands over the change.
Smiling with her youthful eyes guarded by a lifetime of creases and indents.
something came upi meant to send a postcard.something came up4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was about to take a photo
of the first May rain,
wear a raincoat and boots,
and head over to a breakfast nook,
take muffin bites,
pour myself a cup of tea
and smile at early birds.
i thought of trying a new haircut
and painting my nails pink.
i also thought about
how invigorating it must be
to go out there
like what red cross volunteers
or mountaineers do.
i meant to send you a postcard
and a May rain photo.
i wanted to write you
that I’m beginning to be hopeful.
it’s just that
something came up
so instead i stayed in bed
and did not move.
© April 30, 2015
Am IAm I invisible?Am I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you ignore me,
Am I that shadow on the ground?
Because you're walking over me.
Am I camouflaged?
Because you deliberately turn your back on me,
Am I alive?
Because you act as though I don't exist.
Am I dead?
Because you look at me as though I'm a spirit,
Am I just a colour?
Because you judge me as though I am.
Am I unwanted?
Because you make me feel that way.
Am I just a fish in the sea?
Because you caught me, but then you let go.
The colour of my skin doesn't defy the person inside,
Whether I'm Brown, Black, Yellow or White;
The words you use to hurt me,
Cannot take away my pride.
I ChangedTrying to cover the tears, trying not to show my fears.I Changed10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I keep it all inside? My pain getting harder to hide.
I used to be cheery, it used to be real.
But now it's different, and they're making some big deal.
Saying "Why are you so sad?" and "You look depressed."
Can't you just leave me alone, let it rest?
So maybe I've changed...what's that got to do with you?
Just because I've changed? Well maybe you have too.
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s
StrongI have to smile.Strong3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to scream.
I have to be in denial,
Cuz If i'm not,
I have to be strong,
For everybody else.
When I'm weak,
Everybody else will lose me.
They can be weak.
Cuz I will stay strong.
They don't need to be.
I want them to stay happy.
I want them to stay safe.
I want to protect them from the world,
With all of my strength.
But I don't want to always be strong,
So I lean into the music,
The other worlds,
Where others are strong for me.
Where I can cry,
Be free from the pent-up wounds
Where I can dream of anybody,
And they'll be strong.
I hate being strong.
Sometimes its overwhelming
When I wake up in the morning,
But I have to be strong for them.
But I have to be strong for myself.
Because sometimes, they're weak.
So I'm the only one
I can count on to be strong.
MasqueradeWe've all worn masksMasquerade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at one point or another,
to hide emotions
They protect us.
They keep us hidden.
They keep us safe.
Masks hide how we feel.
They hide who we are
for better or worse.
A simple facade
is the world's masquerade.
Mother of a Teenage LesbianNo mom.Mother of a Teenage Lesbian5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't slept with her.
I'm sure of it.
I know who I am.
This isn't just a phase.
She means more to me than anyone.
I'm sure boys don't do it for me.
This isn't for attention.
Can you just listen for a second?
How is this your fault? It's not anyone's fault.
Why is this such a big issue?
You know I love you. How could you say that?
She's a really nice girl, you should meet her.
I know dad's not around, that's not the reason.
Could you just shut up for a second!
Why is it now, you take an interest in my life?
Well you never asked!
It doesn't make me any different!
How can you even say that?
I'm not a freak!
I'm not an attention whore!
I'm not a faggot!
I love her.
She's tough.Hey look, there she is.She's tough.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hair is always a new colour and she wears hats to shade her face. Her piercings just keep increasing.
You see she's tough.
She smokes and drinks and stays out all night. I even heard she sleeps around.
And those clothes, can you believe it?
But she gets away with it, because she's tough.
I heard she even knocked out one of the teachers. Have you seen the bruises? She doesn't bother to cover them up.
But it's because she fights every night, because she's tough.
I mean, it wouldn't be the other option would it?
It wouldn't be that really her appearance is battle gear? She wouldn't be doing it to keep us away would she?
And the bruises, they really are from fighting right? She does hit them back doesn't she?
I mean, she's tough right?
Well, yeah, of course she is.
I mean, its not as if she's pretending. She's not faking it. Because that would mean that she was lying, and not just to us but to herself.
She couldn't be that fragile surely.
I mean she's tou
If I Told You I Was A LesbianMommy,If I Told You I Was A Lesbian6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dont know how to tell you.
I dont like to keep secrets,
But Im so afraid of your reaction.
Would you hate me
If I said there was someone I liked?
And that it wasnt a boy?
Would I still be your baby-girl,
Your pride and joy,
If I told you,
I was a lesbian?
Would you be angry with me,
Or at me,
If I thought another girl was attractive?
Would you scream,
Would you yell?
Would you still have your dreams,
Of watching me grow.
Or giving me away,
In a flowing gown of white,
If I told you,
I was a lesbian?
All my life,
I wanted to make you both so proud,
Make you both smile,
Make you see how great I could be.
But can a lifetime of work be undone,
By three simple words,
Which are not so simple?
I would rather have you be angry,
Than be disappointed in me.
I cannot help the way that I am,
The way I feel,
But I know its the way Im supposed to be.
Would I still be your daughter,
If I said Im