WordsWords float on a thin lineWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some scurry through
My cloudy mind
Never to be caught only
Leaving their essence behind
Give me writings to where
People can sometimes find
What I mean
No matter what I do
I can never seem to convey
The emotion of my poem to
A person despite who they are
I even doubt you
Will get just what I mean
When I finish a poem I rue
Make the stupid poem
My own words
Are twisting and forming
Into a poem I didn't make
Sometimes I feel like crying
The frustration is so great
I keep writing
Otherwise I'll always
Be just scribbling
Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,Already out of Time1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Says the black clock,
As I sit in the red chair,
At the dawn of yet another year,
Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,
My withered fingers delay,
Because the sharpness of my mind,
Has grown blunt with decay,
I look at the paper,
But I cannot read the words,
I put on my glasses,
And realize that I can no longer,
Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,
As I stare at the page,
I wonder why my thoughts,
Have grown muddled with age,
Instead of clear,
Like the accurate reflections of a sage,
Tick tock tick,
Says the black clock,
As I perfect the red words on the letter,
Trying to make it better,
With these clunky hands of mine,
That have grown heavy underneath,
The oppressive weight of time,
Tick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As my red heart begins to fail,
I grit my teeth and write faster,
Because I know the boat of Chronus the Reaper,
Has already set sail,
Tick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As my dry red eyes begin to dose,
ListenCan you hear meListen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to my cries
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen
Maybe you can't hear me
I'm just not loud enough
Pictures of a LilyOnce upon a time there was a young girl named Lily who had freckles on her legs that formed starry constellations over milky skin and almond eyes which were always wide open whenever she found a pebble the shape of a petal or a bug with more legs that she could count. She and her parents lived by a cottage near the woods, along with many other people who had found home there as well.Pictures of a Lily1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Like all people in that special, secluded place, Lily had a shadow that talked back to her and took her photos all day, in a process so magical and otherworldly that it was shrouded in secrecy and only the shadows knew about. All Lily had to do was to carry an encased package of blank paper and, once the sun was lying down after a day of hard work, she and her shadow would sit outside the house, open the package and marvel at all the wonderful pictures her shadow had taken of her. Lily was a quiet girl, so most pictures had her still, staring at the river’s glistening waters, smelling wild flowers or
You Found Me ch.1:::::You Found Me ch.13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Promised myself I'd never be that sad. Maybe that's why you've come along. To show me, it's not always bad' ~Jem~
Lilac hues gazed outside at the winter season. The snow fell from the skies above creating a pallet of snow covering the ground. It's truly a beautiful sight. She loved the winter season, purely for the snow. Removing herself from the soft cushioned chair, Hinata made her way into the living room. Just as she sat down on the couch the sound of the front door being unlocked interrupted the peaceful silence of the house.
Hinata turned around, smiling softly at the male. "Welcome home, Sasuke." Unfortunately she was ignored as the raven haired male made his way down the hallwaymost likely into the bathroomand slammed the door behind him. She sighed. Sasuke Uchiha has been her boyfriend for five years so far. Prior to dating they were both co-workers at the Uchiha Corp, an electronic company that Sasuke is now the President
The Bridge to Nowhere“It broke,” she murmured as she looked down at the water flowing beneath her. “How strange…”The Bridge to Nowhere1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She stood with her arms stretched out on either side of her, ready to catch herself should her balance fail. Her toes were at the edge, balanced on the last solid board that protruded from the remains of the bridge. The end of the board was splintered from whatever force created the five foot gap between the two sides of the bridge. Phragmites stood high on either side of the bank, brown from the cold but still standing to be blown by the wind.
“It’s just like those stories in the newspaper of people who jump off of bridges and break themselves,” she remarked, though there was no one with her to listen. “No one is certain why…even when it’s the bridge instead of the person for once.”
She dared to lean forward slightly to get a clearer look at the water below, unafraid despite her solitude. The tide moved along its path as
About A GirlI want to tell you about a girl who hates herself--and I want you to listen:About A Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes to run
Faster, further, harder
Until she can hear her own heartbeats
Pounding in her chest--until she can barely breathe
Just to feel alive
She likes to write
To spill her ink-blotted words
From her veins
Only to crumple up and throw away
Everything her imagination creates
Because she doesn't think it's pretty enough
She likes to sing
To hear her voice echo
And bounce off empty walls
Hoping, wishing that someone will join her in a duet of sorrow
She likes to paint
The colors bleeding down the canvas
Makes her smile
The beauty is more lovely
Than anything she will ever have
She likes to pretend
To get caught in her fantasies
And escape from her nightmarish reality
But she always wakes up
To a world she hates
A life she abhors
Because she isn't who she wants to be
Anywhere but in her dreams
True Bravery"Hurry up Akin! We can't be late!" Nomble called back to her friend, who was running after her. Akin nodded, pumping his scrawny legs after his old friend Nomble. Today, Akin was sixteen, which meant in his tribe, he was to go through the ceremony of becoming a man. He would hunt and kill an animal for its hide, and give it to the woman he wanted to marry. As Akin and Nomble ran to the village, Nomble tried to give some words of confidence.True Bravery1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My brother went through the ceremony. He brought a cheetah, I'm sure you can do even better. You're Brave"
It was true. Akin's name meant brave. Just as Nomble's meant beauty. Nomble was the most beautiful girl in the village. Her name was true. Her long black hair shone in the hot sun, her skin a cocoa brown, and eyes like chocolate. She was kind, generous, outgoing, and fun, the true definition of beauty. Akin however, wasn't brave. He didn't suggest going on adventures into the wild. He was cautious and quiet. He didn't make friends, except Nomb
The Last Letter | The Tempest ReleasedNobody moved.The Last Letter | The Tempest Released1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The three of us just warily eyed each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. The only sound was the thunderous beating of the rain on the roof, which was leaking in one corner of the room. Finally, Catherine broke the tension, saying, “May I ask just what is going on here?”
Andrew spoke up, replying, “I guess we weren’t expecting each other.”
That just about summed it up. Well put, coward.
“Why are you here?” he said to her.
“I came because I wanted to. Why are you here?”
He ignored her and addressed me instead. “Does she know about the…?” he trailed off.
“No, she doesn’t.”
Catherine flipped her gaze between the two of us, clearly aware she wasn’t included in something.
“What don’t I know?”
“Should we tell her?” I asked him.
“We might as well. She will only hound us if we don’t.”
So strange to be actually agree
break upsBreak upsbreak ups6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Break ups seem final
Yet it really isnt the end
You think you guys can still be friends
But you cant
Theres feeling still there
But you act like youre not aware
And you let you self get hurt
Watching and old love find love
Is almost like spit in the eye
It just makes you want to cry
Cracked HeartCracked Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you are with him
My emotions go crazy
Rage burns bright
Even with all this
My love is an abyss
OracleA man who smoked from his eyes came to me.Oracle1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You can tell the future,” he said, “you must tell me the future.”
He drew from his pipe and the smoke came from the corner of his eyes as if he was weeping, the grey caressing his cheeks. And I, in torn jeans and torn skin said nothing. I wondered why he had come here out to the woods and into my sanctuary.
A bird twittered in the silence and the man kneeled next to my plastic lawn chair, the moisture from the ground seeping through his pants. He blew out a smoke ring and said, “Tell me what I must do.”
No one had ever said that to me. Oracle without a god, the offerings I received were stale cigarettes and warm cans of beer. Still the words hung in the silence what must I do? I shifted in my chair and the man who wept smoke, watched me from the red corners of his eyes.
I could demand anything, money, valuables, the life of his first born. He may not give it to me, but the power to ask was now mine.
August 1945Dearest Charles,August 19454 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How are you? Uncle Hank has been acting all funny again lately, and I'm afraid that I just can't understand him the way that you used to. Christ, I don't rightly know how a man gets to the point where he's compelled to do such things, and I'd encourage you to enlighten me if you have so much as a hint of insight on the matter. He walked into the kitchen when I was at the stove, and mind you, he did not care to dole out a hello or even a glance in the vicinity of my location, which subsequently lead me to endure a terrifying three seconds of time in which I highly doubted my physical existence in that very kitchen. Although you are surely more than aware of it I find it impossible not to mention how he has that effect. Old Uncle Hank turned on the faucet and let the water run until it had reached the highest of temperatures, and more importantly, until I was nearly 3 seconds from lecturing him on the underprivileged youth in our country who would scorn to see water wast
to the starsI’ve got this arrowto the stars1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.
I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -
I want to
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
I want to
to the stars,
& leave you there.
Dry my tears..."Dry my tears," the turtle said,Dry my tears...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her skin in moonlight shone,
"I won't lie alone in the cold cold sea,"
and swam towards the moon.
"Dry my tears," the wolf cub said,
and howled towards the moon,
"the night is cold and I'm alone,
the dark will get me soon."
"Dry my tears," the blue whale sang,
this was his saddest song,
"my lover is so far away,
her journey is still long."
"Dry my tears," whispered the moon,
"It's lonely and cold in the sky.
The turtle and others can never get here,
and my tears will never run dry."
Homophobia is GayYou were friendsHomophobia is Gay3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since 3rd grade
You trusted each other
You treated each other
You were best friends
Through middle school
You played the same sports
And were always at
Each other's sides.
Then came high school.
You looked at him one day
After he quit football.
He looked the same
He talked the same.
He walked the same.
Nothing was different.
You shrugged it off.
Then, a few weeks later,
He confided in you
He thought you'd understand
And be supportive.
After all, you were his best friend
You'd die for him.
But once he told you,
And uttered those words,
You looked at him with horror.
"Fag!" You yelled.
And left him there all alone.
You didn't want to be friends
With a gay kid.
You stopped talking to him
Even when he needed you most.
You left him there all alone.
A year later, you heard on the news
That some gay kid had died.
You didn't care
Until you saw his name.
It was him.
The one you left behind.
You tried not to care
As the newslady spoke
LifeLife is a kingdom,Life10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With no one left to rule.
Just a rusted iron cell,
To keep you locked inside of hell...
Google's PrayerGoogle's Prayer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
The TruthIt's not a lie I hope you knowThe Truth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And lies are evil wicked things
But it's a secret I can't show.
It's not a lie I hope you know
It's pure and white just like the snow
Unlike a puppet tied to strings
It's not a lie I hope you know
And lies are evil wicked things.
Tea with the RabbitTea with the rabbit todayTea with the Rabbit1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
just the same as every day,
every single day and every single night.
And when he danced and sang
I could not join in merriment
for the ropes that bound did not budge
He would scream and cry while sipping tea,
and I would laugh while hiding tears.
He said he was late,
for what I know naught,
but he did not leave my nightmare.
“The Queen of Hearts is evil!”
And I agreed blindly. Yet I could not help
but wonder if she was really the evil one.
Dormouse, his friend of valiant honor,
rammed his sword into my thigh
and grinned when I wept and bled.
And my one and only friend sat across,
sipping his tea without a care, mumbling nonsense.
The giant hat upon his head outweighed his judgement.
Tea was scalding as it poured down my throat,
he didn't care as his feet thumped down
pleas to stop fell on deaf cottontail ears.
And when the cry of ‘off with her head!’ sounded
I couldn’t help but be relived and yet I still cried.