Define AliveI'm hereDefine Alive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting next to myself
As I breathe I swear I
can feel the weight of my mistakes
and even the coolness of the
night seems to
If I could reach out
and dissolve the
nothing between us...
maybe I could remember
why I'm here.
I push myself
and I break myself down
with a desperation that never
shows on my face
I want to feel anything
I want to see blood
yet it stays in my veins.
Just to prove I'm alive
And how do I explain this failure?
I have a heartbeat,
I know that's enough.
Perfect TimingPerfect TimingPerfect Timing3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Butterflies fill my insides,
While I hear your smile traveling through the telephone.
Your painted purple finger nails.
They glide across the weak spot in the back of my neck.
Raising my hair.
Like an animal caught in the adrenaline rush of a fight.
You are my lullaby while I fall asleep at night,
Dreaming you’re here with our fingers interlaced.
You are the first cigarette of the day.
You hold the morning peace and serenity.
You’re as breathtaking as the first fresh step outside in the brisk of winter.
Melting in the heat you bring like the sun in spring.
You are as beautiful as the orange leaves on a new fall day.
Your rays bloom inside of me, as I am caught between the summer breeze.
Your intelligence glows like the stars in the night sky.
Your green eyes look beautiful in the moonlight.
I drip my passion into your soul,
The place where I feel fully comfortable and at home.
With every word you say I feel amazed.
You make me smile,
death.i.death.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The best games
Are the simple ones.
That's why Mario and Sonic
Are so popular
And why people
Is destruction at its finest.
So this ones for all
The boys who couldn't find a ledge high enough
The girls who couldn't find pills strong enough
Sing it out
Until the bullet hits deep enough.
Bipolar Affair.I've alwaysBipolar Affair.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that make you
and with feathery touch
every raise and dip
in the texture
You make my skin
my thoughts go
like a great big wave
leaving me feeling
helpless and weak,
far too raw and far too exposed
tug of war
just to let the rope
I bleed truth
the heavier your breath
feels on my face,
the closer you come
to steal a kiss that
You like to leave me
out in the
watch my body
my lips turn
I get a sick feeling that
it warms you up
to see me getting the
Surface JudgmentsRed nailpolishSurface Judgments3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Is too strong they all whisper.
I'll never like pink.
All She WantediAll She Wanted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The nurse walked across the hall with caution. She saw the man pacing around in frustration and smiled at his worry.
"Congratulations sir." She said, catching him off guard. "You are now a father of a beautiful girl."
She handed him the tiny little frame wrapped in a white thick blanket. Words could not express the joy the man felt in just holding his daughter in his arms. Just then, she opened her eyes; showing a pair of huge hazel eyes.
The little four year old girl raced across the airport. She was excited because she'd never been out of the country before but more importantly she was going to meet her daddy for the first time. She never saw him before because when she was just a little baby his work had made him leave her. She searched the crowd when her mother finally pointed out to a man in a black suit standing quietly, smiling. She ran towards him.
The nine year old girl walked into the bookstore with a guard beside her. Fitted in a custom made white dress and a purse
Echoes...EchoesEchoes...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A year ago, on one night like this, the moon melted in your hands
And the last drop, too stubborn to rub off, glistened on my lips,
After I drank to my heart's desire, and fell asleep in your warmth...
A month ago, on one night like this, the sky was too dark to see
And the last star, too weak to keep my hopes alive, burnt up
After I had cried enough, and drowned in my own turbulent sea...
A week ago, on one night like this, your memory came knocking at the door
And my intuitions, better late than never, remembered the false alarms,
After I refused to answer, and your footsteps were lost in the woods...
Tonight, I am waiting for the echoes...
SmokeDo you ever light a cigaretteSmoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to watch the smoke dance and fade into the air?
Have the ash slowly turn and crumble away
like the memories that you once shared.
Just to watch it burn away;
the only thing in your hands?
Knowing that one small intake can make
you too weak to even stand,
and that once it gets to the end
your only option is to throw it away.
All I feel is sympathy for those
who go through this every day,
not realising the embers that burn
are the signs of hope, slowly fading,
burning, dying between your fingers.
She dreams of staying, I dream of escaping.
Anxiety BombIn the world without excuseAnxiety Bomb3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On suffocating crowded days
The panic is a valid threat
To yank my heart from out my chest
Like animals locked inside zoos
I shrivel from their choking gaze
Soon I suck in shallow breaths
Drenched in pins and needle sweat
I wasn’t taught these social cues
I try to mimic what they say
But I don’t know what’s wrong or right
No one understands my plight
Whatever’s real feels like a ruse
I wander in a clouded haze
Confusion is a parasite
Robbing me of sound and sight
I’m panicking, my screws are loose
I’m manic, twitching in my craze
They know I’m strange, see through my lies
Anxiety is on the rise
Their heated words ignite the fuse
Their presence is a constant blaze
I can’t withstand their flaming eyes
I’m burning and I’m paralyzed
Inside my head is where I view
My body start its countdown phase
Seconds until I reach eruption
From my strange social malfunction
They’re unaware of their abuse
Dear ...Dear ...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thank You so much. You are an extraordinary friend who does an outstanding job in healing the wounds of every broken-pieced, depression-suffering and heart-lost teenager.
Angry? I curse using you.
Happy? I get high using you.
Fatigue? I whine using you.
Sad? I cry screaming you.
You make the best of me. You describe me at my worst, at my best. You bring out the lively emotions from my dead-looking, stinking-cold heart. You are able to twist, turn and portray the most powerful messages ever. Through poems, spoken words, and literature; you scream when tears have gone dry, you rise from the dead and stand up when injustice is served and you send such strong messages that it shakes the feet of mankind off the filthy-filled ground.
You are caring, gentle, kind and loving. Thank You for always being there and helping me never give up.
LuckyIt's hard being a rich girl.Lucky3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
People say you're lucky; you disagree.
You're forced to attend some prestigious school full of prissy, wannabe snobs who think they can make it in life with good looks and their parents' money. You can't help but roll your eyes in exasperation whenever you hear a not-so-whispered conversation among your peers during an important lesson. You then resist the urge to bang your head against the table when they complain about not understanding later on.
Your teachers are extra hard on you. They say you should be grateful to be enrolled in a school as wonderful as yours is. That you shouldn't take education for granted. You know it's just their fancy way of saying, "All of you be quiet and pay attention to the lecture!" Adults don't like it when they can't hear themselves speak.
You're taught to think of others before yourself, that you should always aid those in need. You must be generous, kind, and selfless. Of course, you know this is all a lie. In our selfish
Akuma no Musume Plik, plik, plik. A scarlet liquid danced down the metallic menacing blade, forming an inky pattern on the marble floor. The moonlight pierced through Mai’s raven gem-like eyes, cautiously hiding her demonic smile.Akuma no Musume3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yes, yes! Such a marvellous entertainment that I have seen for myself. I have ended that peasant’s life. The one who tried to steal his lips. The one who attempted to win his heart,” the black-eyed blade thrower chuckled softly.
Licking the liquid on the silver blade, a cheshire grin spreaded across her pale face more and more. She tasted success. She tasted the peasant’s death. Her sorrow was released out of rage, unfreezing the prolonged iceberg in her heart. It was as if assassinating her enemy was her healer. Yes, murder was her warmth and light.
He is mine all mine. I belong to him. We are meant to be together, just the two of us. I am the one who should be his humble and loveable future wife. I am the one who shoul
One More version 2Honey before we say goodbye,One More version 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please sing me one more lullaby
A soft soothing melody,
breaking chains setting me free
Sing of love illuminated by firefly fire
and strong deep desire
Play a tune with harmony
how we felt, you and me
Laying in each other’s arms, saying how much we care
tell me in that moment you felt as light as air...
Bring in more drum beats,
dare to say the 3 little words,
Sing nothing else is more true,
than when you say I love you
But I hear the rhythm change
The music starts to fade
No longer in sync with the beat of your heart
Honey before we say goodbye
please tell me one more lie
Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:Arguing With A Mirror3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...
Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity
Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!
And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed
What can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?
Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!
Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it
Do you believe you have some sort of h
Why? Why?Why?4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I can never forget.
The way her hair reflected the soft October sunlight, like fire, dangerous and mesmerizing, terrible and beautiful. The way her wild green eyes flashed with a living rage, with passion. The way she could smile, condescending and smug one moment, and then something truly different, a smile that was real and radiant and genuine. A smile that was brighter than the sunlight that shone on her hair. Sometimes, it looked like the light was coming from her, that the world around here was merely complementary and she was the focal point of it all. She was life itself.
I can never forget who she was back then, so powerful and so strong and so brave. I can never forget how we used to run in the woods, chasing each other, wet leaves sticking to the bottom of our boots and making the forest floor shine green. But not as brightly as her dark auburn curls, not as brightly as the green of her eyes. I can never forget her l
To the end of the worldI trace the air where your skin used to be,To the end of the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And follow the maps your fingers left on me,
Along my arms,
Across my face,
Hoping that they will lead to you
And not into empty space.
Your heartbeat is my song,
Your breath is the air I breathe,
You are the beauty I see,
And though I know I will never see your face again,
I can keep trying.
I bury myself in your clothes,
Surround myself in your smell.
Breathe you in and
Try to remember you,
How you moved,
How you smiled.
Another bottle of vodka on the floor
The ghosts of you keep coming back
And haunting me, teasing me
With things I can’t have.
Your memory is fuzzy to me now,
Your maps lead me to my heart.
It has broken in two,
Part of it left this world with you.
Here I am on the floor,
Drowning in alcohol,
Surrounded by what’s left of you
And understand that
My heart will always be haunted by you.
I Wish OH, another day at school. How delightful. It was bad enough that the school I went to gave me enough trouble, what with the constant threats of kicking me out if I don't pass, and their inability to listen to a student's troubles. I shouldn't have come to this forsaken place. Still, I had friends here that were pretty cool and I was even friends with a couple of teachers that were fun to be around with. I was sitting in class, programming a game I had been working on for weeks. I didn't realize I had worked two hours past my release, since I had been so focused. Fortunately, one of my friends had stuck around in the classroom to finish some of his things for his game.I Wish3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He tapped on my shoulder, which surprised me, since I didn't know anybody else was in the room with me, "Wow, someone is jumpy!" He chuckled.
"You scared the hell out of me!"
He laughed a little more, "You need some food in you, buddy! Wanna go with me and Travis?"
"Yeah, sure. Just let me finish testing thi
Japan JapanJapan5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Full of fear
It is the island
Covered in tears
Blue ShoelacesI sit on the wooden floor,Blue Shoelaces3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting to watch you appear.
Every few seconds,
I sneak a peek through the tables,
Looking for the blue shoelaces.
There you are.
I’ve spotted you.
I simply turn away,
Waiting for you to come near.
That single moment that you see me alone,
You casually come by to accompany me.
I smile inside, knowing you’re always there.
Even though you pretend,
Only not to care.
I know you do,
Because I pretend not to
Hearing Half of a Conversation Forgive me for helping you understandHearing Half of a Conversation2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you’re not made of words alone.
—Roque Dalton; Clandestine Poems
I first learned how to build a house of playing cards in an adolescent psychiatric unit in suburban Chicago. A roommate taught me a trick, a mindset really, to have while placing the cards themselves— that a house of cards is always stacked against itself to stand. My trial-and-error attempts led to a lengthy row of playing cards
WildflowerI think you’d look nice in a field,Wildflower3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe sitting down.
You’d probably wear that hat you always do,
And possibly that scarf you like, too.
You’d definitely be sitting down.
It might end up being a warm day.
Definitely with a cool wind,
Just strong enough to run through your hair.
You would gently sunburn ‘cos you’re quite fair,
But I think you like the wind.
We’d make gentle impressions on the grass,
And aimlessly chatter
About our favourite bands and what’s for tea.
You’d probably tell me I’m a bit crazy,
But I think that’s why we chatter.
You would look nice in a field
Full of dandelions.
You’d tilt your head, angled at the sky
And a particular plant would catch my eye,
Maybe a bluebell or a daisy.
But I think a dandelion would suit you best.
Vibrant yellow flares.
Every single one of them stands out proud,
They are themselves to every crowd.
I think you’re a wildflower.
Not perfect enoughI had a break-down this week.Not perfect enough3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I succumbed to the stress,
and it completely consumed me -
slowly tore me to pieces .
Why did you have to force me?
I never wanted to do it and
the emotions, the sadness -
it ravaged through my being
and you were so, so oblivious;
No idea of the pain you caused me.
I'm tired of trying.
This week was tortuous,
and there were so many times
where I could feel the
crystallised tears sliding,
for no reason but the
depression coursing through me.
I give up.
I'm sorry, mum -
I'm not perfect enough.
To eat is to die.The aroma is so inviting.To eat is to die.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is mouthwatering.
It's presented so fine.
All is not as it seems.
Its aroma invites self-hatred.
The mouth waters with blood,
Presented as the witch's apple.
Those five syllables,
So controlling as they utter:
Look at you.
So weak and thin.
But as long as you're beautiful,
Then who will care what's within?
So put that fork down.
Tell them you're not hungry.
Stay in your room and allow,
Your vitality to fall from your eyes.
To eat is to die.