Love Him Like YouHe's there for me.Love Him Like You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cares so much.
Do anything to see me smile.
But I still don't love him like you.
I told him my secrets
And he told me his
And we both accepted each other.
But I still don't love him like you.
I hurt him bad
And he still stayed
And wiped away my tears.
But I still don't love him like you.
You hurt me so bad
And completely disappeared.
I have no reason to love you.
Why can't I love him like you?
Sharp Objects I remember when it all beganSharp Objects2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said "Hello"
And took my hand
You said "How are you?"
As if you cared
You said "I can help you"
I was scared
You said "I'll show you"
And that you did
You said "I love you"
And that was it
You said "I hate you"
I wanted more
You said "I'll hurt you"
Still wasnt sure
You said "I will kill you"
I didnt care
Conversation With A GodShe calls herself Poseidon. I call her “she”, but the statement is debatable, I suspect she is not truly anything, however for the time being, and to my eye, she appears female. Her hair is long and very dark blue, except at the tips where it is lit with flecks of seafoam green. Her skin shines like the polished face of a seashell, with as many colors swimming across it.Conversation With A God2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walks beside me with her face raised to the sun, and as I glance back I see that her footsteps in the sand are filled with water.
‘Aren’t you afraid you’ll dry out?’ I as,k because it is the first thing that comes to my mind, and instantly I know I sound foolish.
‘I can not,’ she replies and her voice sounds like water running over stones. ‘I may walk a thousand years in the desert, and when I am done, it will be an ocean.’
She does not look at me as she speaks, she keeps her face to the sun which shines meekly through the wisps of clouds, still low over t
hands together when i kneeli may not be muchhands together when i kneel5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but swear to christ i'll level you.
cut your teeth on me
and drink devil tongue
when we kiss.
unsettle your desperate itch
and lace your ligaments;
i will swallow you
within an inch
and own it.
i'll be bearing mary
up until the twist,
then rectify my wandering eye
locked, you exist
to please me.
I paint with a pen.I paint with a pen, why is that so absurd?I paint with a pen.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That instead of acrylics I draw with the word.
The desk is my easel, my colours are few,
For this line of work I need only two.
I think of the rainbow as a tad O.T.T,
Good old black and white are the colours for me.
I cannot imagine how we'd live without text!
Without written instruction, what would we do next?
Mobile phones are pointless, shove the books in the bin,
Six Word Story - Philosophy'What's life?' she asked, too eagerly.Six Word Story - Philosophy5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
The Book of Excerpts: A New TreeThe Book of Excerpts: A New Tree3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The heart and mind walk hand in hand...
Baring the human soul...
Though the temptation of this trinity,
is what bellowed once and throughout history!
A tree in a garden of sacred proportions & boundaries!
Though guarded by feather and wing,
tainted by scale and horn.
There lied the tongue of icy breath
& searing words...
Behind & below Holy vision...
And there upon the finding of the foul and fallen wretch,
Were humans ever forsaken...
Grace had yet to pry its way back into the light...
Until the prime year of our Lord...
The way, the word, the light was he,
Our Lord & Savior!
Filth have we ever been by our
trapped and sinning souls...
We were saved!
Finding Grace before Salvation,
should we accept the call
Of the Son of Man!
Yet still remain...these things we call trees...
Forever growing...only to die...
As they go on to the greater garden!
Yet here, where the roots lie beneath...
and closest to Hell...
Darkness is forever a curse to the deepest of roots,
Wings Of LightWings Of Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
Allow me to break away
Accept the toll of my undying faith
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you
Three FlamesThree figures, arms outstretched, heads aflameThree Flames2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long black limos with headlights on pass
Babies with teeth and angel wings fly by, grinning
In the twilight shadows move, tiny lights flicker
The end of summer has come, three flames light my way
A door floats in space; all must enter at some time
Those who survive winter may see spring again
Those far from home may find it, lit up and waiting
The devoid of dreams may find new hope there
At the least, the restless will find peace at last; all must pass
The names of the ancient cities escape my lips
I thought that I’d forgotten, but they come easily
The One whom I denied will not deny me, but welcome
The long tiring day succumbs to sweet night
It is finished; a thousand stars burst into flame; let it be
MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says
nights you fell into my darknessthere were not even words between us.nights you fell into my darkness10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was a shade of jealous
that you submitted to, a cold vignette
of open debts and bells a-ring
and my peals
break new ground and
and i kept my hand
in my lap
there were no words
but the room
the rainfall kidshe always loved the sting of grapefruitthe rainfall kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way the winter air kissed her skin,
leaving it pink and raw and sensitive to the touch
like the heart she tried so hard to hide.
but she never grew up, not really.
she always belonged to the rain
and never stayed in one place for too long.
she was afraid her stupid heart might dig in,
leave its roots in the people and then
it would rip and tear when she up and left.
and she never accepted the fact that
she did indeed have a heart.
she tried so hard to be hollow and
let the winter rain chill her skin and
soak into her bones so that she, too,
might be just as cold.
so she stopped believing in sunshine.
she accepted the title of rainfall kid,
and lived with thunder in her chest.
'Traditional' HeroHonestly, I'd expected Percy Jackson to be...different. In my imagination, Percy was tall and had a pretty intimidating presence. This guy had defeated Kronos , after all. I guessed he wouldn't have much of a sense of humor. He'd have to be really smart, too, since he was dating Annabeth. All of these characteristics made up the strong, no-nonsense warrior I thought he'd be.'Traditional' Hero4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A few yards away from me, Annabeth walks to her archery class. Percy jogs over to her.
"Hey, Annabeth!" he says happily.
The blond girl grinsI've been seeing a lot of those from her lately. "Hi."
Percy loosely grabs her wrist and leans down like he's going to kiss her. Instead, he brushes their noses together a few times. Annabeth's cheeks turn bright pink.
"You are such a dork," she mutters, but her blushing face shows she didn't really mind.
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
GhostsNight time musings;Ghosts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hollow-eyed and shallow-breathed,
filling the spaces between clouds.
Quivering shadow skin
And there are voices in the dark,
lost sighs and weight upon whisper;
but, we are all whispers here.
A glass bottom moonLying across the expanse ofA glass bottom moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight
that slips past the sun king while
happiness from yesterday's warmth
seeps into my spine
making me believe for a while
that all of me is whole again
as I once was.
To feel the sand churn
between fingers and toes
each time the tide comes in,
lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight.
water-colour emotionsyou can't buy happiness, but you can buy tea, and thats kind of the same thing. i've been told that i have a knot inside my chest,water-colour emotions3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
like those of the inside of a tree truck, eternally circling and looping. thats kind of how it feels, heavy and unstoppable.
if i have a tree inside me, then maybe that could explain the shaking, its just the westerly winter winds blowing and
making my far too fragile limbs bend but never break. i soak the tea leaves into the roots that are deep within my
fleshy heart and hope the capillaries will carry to wherever the aches are most ingrained and unnatural.
mother told me three winters ago that she could read the leaves and tell me how my skin was going to grow
and how my head was going to think six summers from now. she told me that my precious head was ever tired
over nothing and my chests storm will ease after one final hurricane, that despite its best efforts will
not destroy me, simply leave my skin a little tougher and my m
War and CancerI want to go backWar and Cancer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and meet us one more time,
before the war and the cancer
took up so much of the day -
before my father could no longer
remember what the present
was supposed to mean
and your mother
could still get dressed
without losing her way.
I want to know
what it felt like
to board a plane
to somewhere hidden
and not care
if our names and faces
to walk as long
as we wanted
without the sun and moon
creating an argument.
I want to feel you
roll into my arms
where I forgot to cut the grass
and you did not
water the flowers;
to hear you
watching the cardinals
unearth the spring.
And to know once again
how this place
started becoming new.