SnapIf I don't existSnap2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Surely it won't hurt you
If I shatter the bones in your face
And if I'm just a lie
Surely you won't notice
If I put you back down in your place
And if I'm just a myth
Surely it won't scare you
That you don't even know I'm around
And if I'm just pretend
Surely it won't harm you
If I put you away in the ground
And if I'm none of these things
And I'm something quite different
A person, just like one of you
Does that scare you so much
That you'd maim us and kill us
For proving your worldview untrue?
HumanI believeHuman2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you never have to be alone
And I believe
That you don't have to blend in.
By all the ways that you've grown
And I'm relieved
By all the ways that you've sinned.
You're only human
And I never expected any more
Nothing but human
With only one skin to have worn.
InkveinsWhen ink started flowing through my veinsInkveins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I became truly happy.
When ink started flowing through my veins
I couldn't be sad.
Because death is peace.
Peace is happiness.
And ink instead of blood will kill you.
UntamedThe scream tore its way from my lips,Untamed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Threw my head back,
And heaved my chest to the sky.
It cracked my breastbone,
Shattered my ribs,
And shoved my lungs aside,
All in search of my heart,
Which it clawed at desperately
Before ripping from my chest,
And whispering away to the wind.
A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient: Chpt. 2A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient: Chpt. 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient"
Chpt. 2- You
If you fall, stumble down
I'll pick you up off the ground
if you lose faith in you
I'll give you strength to pull through
Tell me you won't give up cause I'll be waiting if you fall
you know I'll be there for you
It wasn't always this way. Me… being where I am now.
Because I was different then as I am now. But back then, I had everything that I ever wanted.
Where am I? Oh…
Well… not in the sense of being buried six-feet under. But technically I've been dead since the day I was born.
How is this possible? Well, I was born with a… lets call it a "condition". A "condition" that only a handful of people in the world has. There's that 50-50 chance that I'll never wake up tomorrow, or I'll live a long, healthy life.
Not many people know about me, but it's time that someone did.
You know about me. You're reading this aren't you?
Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]Mimicry2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not
l their voices
Trapped.At 13-Trapped.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't know anything.
I didn't cut my skin,
And the sky didn't hold a broken wish.
My dreams didn't scar my arms,
And a makeup mask wasn't irritating my face.
Excitment came when friends called,
Happiness seeped through the dark secret in my soul.
Daddy said he loved me-
Fought when I wanted makeup,
Broke the counter when I wanted to do my own hair.
I thought I was sad.
I put a pen in my hand,
And wrote down my unspoken feelings.
I cried a little bit,
Feeling this sensation-
The pain is real,
Daddy was hurting me-
In the night,
His skin touching mine.
The words try to let go,
Try to find a place,
Try to understand what they mean.
I had told on daddy.
Sat in a room full of mirrors and a social worker.
I moved in with mommy,
NightmaresThere is an unrelenting plague upon my fragile mind; a fear of the dark and the obscure secrets it conceals. The consuming shadows whisper empty promises, beckoning to my weary consciousness with their malignant tongues. I challenge the coercing temptations of my damnable hallucinations, keeping them at bay with pure inhuman will. Their words are enticing, laced with venomous needles to prick my subconscious thoughts; awaiting the moment that I succumb to their luring poison. With deliberate purpose, they attack my tender psyche and leave behind the toxic sting of their ruthless attacks. I am at the mercy of their double-edged swords; lost within the battle for my suppressed memories, I can no longer sustain my defenses against them. They attack with the remnants of my battered past; those tortuous experiences are their entry into my fragile mind. I am no match to their overwhelming numbers; the swarm of demons who know my every weakness.Nightmares2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Their swift penetration silences my murderous s
namelessYou know that kidnameless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That sits behind you?
You remember him, don't you?
You made fun of him
Because his clothes were funny
You don't know
His family is poor
You imitated him
Because he has a lisp
You don't care
He can't help it
You laughed at him
Because he can't read
You don't wonder
Why no one cared to teach him
You glared at him
When he tried to talk to you
Because you were embarrassed
That it hurt him
You saw him
Sitting alone at lunch
You stayed with your friends
Ignoring his existence
While he ate in silence
You saw the other boys
Pushing him around
You kept on walking
Pretending not to hear
While he suffered
He didn't come to school today
But deep down you know
Do you know what he was like?
What he liked to do?
What he wanted to be
When he grew up?
You learn his name
By reading the announcement
For his visitation
skinny.size zerozeroskinny.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wearing all the cool clothes
boys looking at her like she's a treat
give the dogs some bones?
the scale went down since yesterday
maybe if she hits the double-digits?
pretty yellow skin, dry like a desert
distinct ribs caging a fragile heart
wrists like pages from pop-out books
just another mile... another mile... one more
she's so cold, turn up the heater... higher
and it's not even winter
another mirror check, keeps it in her pocket
sharing all her secrets with a porcelain toilet bowl
riding in a beautiful ambulance on prom night
wrap your hand around her thigh
your fingertips touch your palm
skin stretching over a skeleton
she's so cold, just so cold
lying in a pretty coffin
Six Word Stories - Life, LoveNaturalSix Word Stories - Life, Love2 years 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 down my inner soul
Held hands, as she faded away
My dogs death
I felt her soul, disappear away
Being busy -- puts off the agony
Lost love questions
Asking people, who have no answers
The Brady Bunch Magic
Lied to us, it wasn't true
TemptationThe temptationTemptation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My arms will begin to sag.
My thighs will blow up like balloons.
My stomach will
I will remain
The WritersPapyrusThe Writers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smell it upon thy nose
As lungs of graphite
Breathe in the body
Shapely and refined
Crisp and sharp
Verily it is so
Perchance we will meet
Our souls are black
Rotten to the core
Of our third eye
Dost thou see it!
The bright shining light that calls to us
Flow like water
What music doth flow
Muffled and silenced
By its cage of wood
We shall never break free
Smell our stench of determination
Hear our mutter ramblings
Taste our words as we force them into your mouths
Watch as we carve our creations
Chisel and hammer
Dance little puppet!
Dance for us!
Do our bidding
We are your Masters
We shall last forever.
We are the Writers.
A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient: Chpt. 1A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient: Chpt. 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"A Day in the Life of a Cancer Patient"
Chpt. 1- Welcome to My Life
Where should I start?
How about I start way back when. Before Unknown-Artwork... Before I lost everything... Let me take you back to August 17, 1995. The day when everything started... the day my life began to fall apart.
It was that day that I was brought into this world. The happy baby that would never lose her smile. Even at a young age when things were bad, that smile would still shine.
But it wasn't until two years later that things took a turn for the worst. I was the biggest child out of all my sibilings (at this time i only had my older sister). The doctors told my mother (and my biological father, who I will refer to as HIM) that I had Gigantism. Even today we still believe I have it, even though most of the symptoms disappeared. But it was that day that I had my first surgery. You would think that it wouldn't be serious. If that was your guess... than you were wrong. This was the start of
Six word StoriesMy Mr Whippy VanSix word Stories2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smiles, happiness, chocolate -
flake on top
She fell, head first into flowers
My last fantasy job
Serving her majesty, not all fun
Prelude to death
Angels saying "You're not ready yet"
Standing on the rim, time backwards
Wonderland, its normal to taste sounds
Angel in the Emergency Room
With a number saying "times up"
She ran across the field, naked
Held hands, as she faded away
I've heard them
Dogs speak, if you listen enough
Hell's the deep end, come visit
The Fading Sunlight
The dogs barked, as hell walked
EmptinessI stopped cleaning my roomEmptiness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dust lays everywhere
but I'm confident the void inside me
will suck it all in
and leave my room
The Children Who Touched the Sky I would tell you what I am, if it mattered. What we are doesn't matter. We're all just flesh, bone, muscle, and whatever drives us to keep going. For some, their diesel is ignorance. Others find that happiness is the best oil for them. But in the end, the same remains inevitable- it will all run out.The Children Who Touched the Sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My story is nothing. It is but the same as yours, no doubt. It is one of simplicity and no bounds or limits to my lifestyle. It is a chemical one, an artificial one, yet it is the only one I have come to know. Should I be grateful? How could I be? There are far too many others who cannot sustain themselves with the panacea pumped through my veins day by day. Am I to sit back and enjoy watching their backs breaking as they try to climb the ranks to that of us, the "supremes"?
But what do we own? A bit of land, enough to make it through while still being content through disappointment. Give them willpower and they have the same. But no, willpower is not for the insignificant. Wha