Self DestructionWatch me burnSelf Destruction10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In fire so hot
Watch me burn
In what you can't stop
My screams of pain
Fall on deaf ears
You see me strain
With falling tears
Watch me burn
In flames so bright
Watch me burn
In a starless night
As the fire goes higher
of the bird of fire
Watch me burn
Engulfed so wide
Watch me burn
In fiery suicide
Leave behind ashes
After my combustion
But this does not end
My self destruction
A chamaAh, e quem pode explicar a luz dos olhos dela?A chama1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
profunda como o mar, me olhando da janela
brilhante no céu escuro, linda, realeza
espera dias pra num segundo, me trazer uma surpresa
Quem é essa que nunca se cansa? Esperança!
é essa aquela que não deixa de esperar
ela mora aqui, desde criança
é a única chama que não vi se apagar
Se mantém acesa, num canto bem escondido
muitas vezes parece ter se perdido
e é quando me sinto mais sem sentido
ela vem e aquece meu coração reprimido
Hoje ela voltou a brilhar, mais forte do que antigamente
fez de novo a terra girar, eu sinto que ela me intende
e falou apenas no meu ouvido, leve como um sussurrar
que mesmo com um coração partido, chegou a hora de recomçear
WordsYour words surround me;Words2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twist and twirl in front of my eyes.
Everywhere I look, everywhere I run,
Again and again I hear goodbyes.
Your voice rings out,
A mist only my mind can see.
My body rooted to the ground,
My heart never to be set free.
The memories bring pain to my heart,
Enemies I cannot hope to outrun.
Our story is a tragedy;
A history that life has undone.
I wish to see beyond you,
But to life I am blind.
Your shadow covers the light;
Only darkness in my mind.
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,I am me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
DeliveranceWith the wreckage of his life in front of himDeliverance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stared into nothingness
Everything inside screaming, seemingly oblivious to his outward silence
How did it all come to this
.when her love left, it left.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
I'm AlrightMy mom told me I should stop sleeping so late.I'm Alright1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s affecting my health.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
I have too much I want to do before I die;
And too little time.
It’s arrogant to say, but I won’t be satisfied with just being good,
I want to be the best.
Pokémon Master of the world: It’s my destiny.
From a balcony, is the only time,
I hope you’ll look down on me.
I want to fight the demons in my head.
I mostly feel uncomfortable when I’m not working.
Writing, music, filming, whatever, it doesn’t matter;
I just need to keep myself busy,
Anything to stop me from picking up a gin bottle.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Fuck this health thing.
Mommy, I’m alright.
I just want you to be proud of me.
.tick tock, he says.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am coming for you
and now i know
why they call it
Are You Jealous? No! (Garry X Ib)Jealous?Are You Jealous? No! (Garry X Ib)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"-just so cute! He always compliments me and everything, Garry!" Ib said, delighted.
Garry stared at her blankly and poked at the food he had made for them. He was suddenly not hungry anymore. When Ib started to talk about her "friend" (She was in fifth grade for God's sake! Didn't girls still think guys had cooties?) he suddenly felt uncomfortable. He wanted to go kill that boy for some odd reason... Weird. His stomach started churning at the thought of the young boy. He really had not done anything; he really did like Ib. But, in Garry's eyes, this boy was bad news.
Everytime Ib's parents could not pick her up from school, Garry would always vonlunteer. After the whole incident at the Art Gallery, Ib's parents trusted Garry enough to know he was not a pervert. Which was quite often, actually. Ib's parents quite a lot. They wanted the "fancy" life for Ib, is what they always told Ib. Ib did not seem to mind. If her parents worked more, she could see Garry more.
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom butToo strong, too weak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Font.I want to be in black and white, words written on a page.Font.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a plot that thickens at every turn the reader cant look away.
Turn me into Mystery being solved by a gloomy, brooding victor.
Or maybe a great Romance with a "Happily Ever After"
Write me into Fantasy to transcend all your realities.
With a hero who is so bold, to test my fair formalities.
Compose a great Tragedy of star crossed lovers torn apart.
I will be the weeping widow who dies from a broken heart.
Create a suspenseful Horror and I will be your screaming victim.
Yet when the monster sets in for the kill, I find a way to outwit him.
I want to be in black and white, but this all seems to much to write.
The answer is not a novel, or poem, no its a quite bit more easy.
Grab a scrap of this or that and with your pen just quickly scratch,
"I Love You, Love Me."
WarWarWar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War is hardest when you are against yourself.
When each room is a new battlefield,
and each day is another fight.
War is hardest when you fight alone.
When all of the soldiers look like you,
and act and talk and laugh like you.
When you have to look into your own eyes
as you pull the trigger.
War is hardest when you do not win,
and when all of the soldiers look like you,
and fall and cry and die like you.
The worst moment is when you are killed
and you look upon your own grave,
with your own name,
and no one weeps for you.
War is hardest when you fight for nothing.
Ballad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for You2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dear, today in English class
You turned your lovely head.
Your eyes met mine; I surely felt
My heart would be stopped dead.
The other kids, they laugh and jeer,
They are so cruel to me.
But you don't say those nasty things,
With you I'd rather be.
Shall I write this with trembling hands?
Reveal my secret love?
I'll say to you the things I feel,
My heart, you will know of.
I'll write this note for you alone,
My crush, for you to see;
I'll tell you of these things I love,
Together we should be.
Your eyes, they are so beautiful,
I want them in a jar.
Cut out with my ball-point pen, I'd
Always know where they are.
Your skin, so soft and gorgeous fair,
I long for its caress…
I'd love to feel your soft, soft skin,
Made into a new dress.
Your white teeth will my jewelry be,
So jealous are the girls,
Red in the face, they'll see your bone,
The brooch in my long curls.
Inside my head there are voices,
They tell me what to do.
They whisper "scratch
Sick and Twisted (One-Sided Garry X Ib)The world does not need people like me.Sick and Twisted (One-Sided Garry X Ib)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"People like me" meaning people in love with someone nine years younger than you. What kind of sick person would fall in love with a child?
I have fallen for Ib.
I can not help myself, though. I love her.
She is beautiful and so silent and mysterious. I wonder what she thinks of every day. What emotions she hides behind those blood, red, emotionless eyes that she owns.
What does she feel?
I will never know.
I know it is wrong and sick and just forbidden in general.
I can not help myself.
She is caring, kind, and I know for a fact that she's a brave kid. She is not afraid of anything.
Well, not that I know of.
Her hair is beautiful. It flows perfectly. It falls to her shoulders and I know that she does not think she is pretty. I want to tell her she is beautiful and does not compare to anyone.
She does not think so. She thinks that Mary is way more beautiful.
Mary is beautiful.
Mary is a painting, though. She is supposed to be b
Army Of WordsArmy Of Words:Army Of Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes we may not know.
How much our words mean.
We simply think before speaking.
Never know the impacts of our meaning.
Though, you taught me to love.
Gave me the confidence.
Encouraged my ambition.
With every last intention.
To protect me from life.
What a wonderful Wife.
It is funny what we may not know.
As you just say those three words.
"I love you,"
As long as it's said.
No matter if slurred.
As long as it's heard.
I am protected by an Army Of Words.
PencilPencil, Pencil in your standPencil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smoothest ebony in my hand
Tell my dreams, create my myths
A graphite diamond in my grip
Hexagonal beauty tall and fine
Carve my vision from just one line
Blankest page of purest white
Stands no chance against your might
When my mind is clouded and blue
The only thing I need is you
You soothe my pain and heal my wounds
Fascinated my hand moves
Deepest trance and sweetest bliss
As I watch the sharp'ner twist
And once again you are renewed
Till I need you again to lift my mood
Dialogo internoFale pra mim, como é o som desse silêncio?Dialogo interno1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eu olho pra dentro de você, e já não me vejo mais
O que te aconteceu? parece estar morrendo
Por um desejo insaciável de paz
Nós passamos tanta coisa, sem saber por que tantas coisas passaram por nós
Que agora não somos mais compreendidas
Mas hoje estamos finalmente a sós
Me conte algum segredo da nossa vida
Ah se você soubesse, quão vazia tem sido a sua companhia
Olhando para o seu dia-a-dia
Com um sonho que você não vai atrás
Por que você não se acha capaz?
Eu estou em silêncio agora, porque ele é só o que te faz pensar
E seu som é doce e amargo, depende do que você almejar
Tente se ver no espelho além dos seus olhos
Talvez você me ache novamente
Eu nunca fui embora daqui
Apenas me mantive aqui, muda
Mas a alma ainda sou
Desse seu coração sereno
Que com tantos probl
Forgive Us?Trees are crying leaves of brown,Forgive Us?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the winds caress them,
hum to them.
Its touch is warming, like a breath of sun,
and it's voice is soft, tender as a
strum of the harp.
But the wailing continues,
and the sky responds by
adding its own voice, own tears.
And the rain is cold, cold.
trees gather to mourn.
Oak, Willow, Elm,
it all matters not.
For when volcanoes erupt,
their pride is forgot.
Their children play at war,
tell them they are "sorry,"
beg for their forgiveness,
and go back for more
But trees are strong,
and the world is huge,
and the world is huge,
while the babes are seedlings,
just sprouting forth,
and Mother would be happy
just to see them live.
HojeHoje não é mais o frio que me faz sentir saudadeHoje1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hoje é a saudade que me faz notar o frio
Hoje eu já não sou quem quis ser na minha idade
hoje a idade é só um nome vazio
Hoje eu queria ver apenas o seu sorriso
hoje os meus olhos me traem por não vê-lo
hoje são poucas coisas que eu preciso
hoje,como todos os dias, sofro por não tê-lo
Depressioni swallow caPsulesDepression1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i drown in a perpetual fLood
with my collection of rAzors
i drift out to Sea
into thE black.
the tHief of my heart
killEr of souls
and Lover of death
has dilaPidated my dreams
he sold me to Monsters
and watchEd them consume me.
The hearts bondThe hearts bond2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The hearts is a strong thing it binds two souls together in the beautiful thing called love. love is the connection that brings two people together. as distance may separate the body it will not separate the heart. absence makes the heart grow fonder. Those who take this amazing thing for granted are not but fools. love may be strong like steel but if tempered just right even the mightiest of steel will bend and break. be not a fool but a wise man or woman and embrace the love you are given. hold your mate forever more and let the wings of love protect the love.
Just to See You SmileJust to See You Smile3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just to see you smile.
Would make life worthwhile.
A smile can offer more than words can say.
It's a ray of light that can change night to day.
A single expression can be seen on many faces.
It's around the world in many places.
A curve that can set things right.
The wonders a smile could do in the middle of a fight.
A smile can do all these things.
Woudln't you want to give someone's day wings?
Just send someone a smile to see what it can do.
Now it's up to you.
Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two of them would go to the cafe and have some macaroons and some drinks—juice for her, coffee for him. Then after that, they'd stop at Garry's apartment just to hang out and talk about random things. There was quite an age gap between the two, but Ib was Garry's best friend.
The aforementioned girl rounded the corner to the entrance, walking to
If someone wrote a poem for meIf someone wrote a poem for me.If someone wrote a poem for me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How amazed and in love I would be.
If someone gave me a rose.
I would have the strength to face my foes.
If someone smiled my way.
It would get me through today.
If someone said they would be there.
I could know they care.
If someone gave me a call.
I would know they love me after all.
If someone gave me a kiss.
My spirit would fly and want nothing but this.
If someone said I was someone they admired.
I would feel joy that I inspired.
If someone even said a simple hey.
The warth would feel like spring in May.
If someone said you can.
I would be their biggest fan.
If someone would do all these things.
Wouldn't we all fly on love's wings?