Coming HomeComing Home5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The captain stepped out of the bislug-drawn carriage and squinted in the early evening light. It always took him a few hours to get used to sunlight after months in space. Paying the driver, picking up his one suitcase and slinging his captain's uniform over his left shoulder, he looked up at the two-story country house. It was situated in the middle-class district on the crescent of the Haniput Space Port, where the Interstellar Academy was located. Though he knew more people on other planets, he and his wife had decided not to move far after getting married. He grinned and his heart skipped a beat at the thought of his wife.
Young and reckless, their relationship had had a rocky start to say the least, but they had sacrificed much for each other, and he had grown to love her more than his own life. Every day of his deployment out among the stars, he could only wonder if she were looking at those same stars, if she was as lonely, t
starsi pray that someday soon, in a lonesome winter, your bones will cease to ache.stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
regrets will no longer break your morals like glass figurines,
you will not ask God to pardon your sins.
you will forgive yourself.
i hope, for your sake, that your butterfly-flutter eyes
will only be dampened with tears worthy of shedding.
your glory will shine out of those 2 crystal windows
and you will finally know what freedom feels like.
one day, in the midst of a dreary december, i wish for your wings to open wide
and carry you to heights far past any you have ever experienced.
your lungs will become blooming forests
with snippets of poetry carved into the tree trunks.
you will no longer be broken, but instead, crack into miniscule pieces
of yourself until all of the grace & goodness
buried deep within the crevices of your flesh
is soaked up by the atmosphere.
i am awaiting the day that i can finally lay next to someone i call lover
and point up at the stars to show him
fragments of you scatte
CondemnedShe loathes the vacant feeling,Condemned4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath every pore;
the desolate sensation in general.
The scrutiny that she has stored,
is beginning to decay,
and give way to all of the things,
it pains her to hide within herself.
She's become an empty bucket,
and misery trickles into her one drop at a time;
a collection she uses as her only vice.
The paranoia that she's beginning to sense,
is finally hitting the surface;
she knows they can see it scrawled all over her.
There's braille on her hips,
because it's easy to feel her every inch;
and she's content with her momentary lapse of apprehension.
No longer does she have a choice,
but to succumb among these worms--
this scum of life itself;
making her way toward the scalding hot
Your only hope.When you're lonelyYour only hope.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you're sad
When everything good
Has turned into Bad
Just turns to dust
And your heart
Is full of rust
When it all goes wrong
And you just can't cope
There are people who care
And they are your hope.
Perfect MelodyYou're the track,Perfect Melody4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'll never skip,
Much music comes and goes,
But your song won't slip.
You're controlling the beat,
The rhythmic pulsing of my heart,
When we're close it races,
And it slows when we're apart.
Your beautiful song,
Washing away all my fears,
Never has such a tone,
Soared so gracefully around my ears.
Your harmony so precious,
It's become an addiction,
Please don't leave my ears alone,
This is my happy affliction.
You're my secret love,
No one else can hear what I do,
You just needed the right listener,
Someone who could appreciate you.
You're my perfect melody,
Not to be replaced by another,
We both had something missing,
And now we found each other.
Almost Perfectthe sun is melting away,Almost Perfect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we call it romantic when
all good things die quietly;
I feel like I’m always transitioning
through different levels of sobriety:
spent up on the people in my life
like the girl who doesn’t remember
my name and the boy who thought
I was joking.
(I will care for myself, and
then the world will stop and
spin in the right direction;
the mirror will blur and
I will finally see me,
unfiltered and beautiful)
I just want to believe
that somewhere there’s a boy
ready to sing my bleeding ears
with a cinnamon voice, he
will tell me I couldn’t
possibly be human: something
otherworldly, a moonmaid with
starry eyes come to make
and it would be almost perfect,
floating in that jagged gap where
devotion seems to breed and
where I could finally sleep,
untouched and sober.
Love At First Sight.We don't know anything,Love At First Sight.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a name..
Not an age.
We're perfectly blind,
Falling against each other after that lovely wine.
You whisper into my ear,
Asking a silly question-
Making a small suggestion.
Making me giggle quietly,
You're such a tease..
Firelight dancing upon this frayed rug we lay so comfortably on,
Misty rain leaking through an open window-
This is it...
And even though,
You're a stranger,
I feel no danger..
Maybe it's this wine,
But I think I could trust you with my life..
Making me crazyif I go crazyMaking me crazy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By just thinking of you
How do I describe the feeling I get
When I'm right next to you?
UndeceasedUndeceased3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a matter of time
Before I leave myself behind
I've almost pushed everything away from myself
And soon there will be no more reasons to beg for help
I'm slowly dissipating, and as this continues on there will be nothing else
I am just too tired
The ending is all I desire
I quiver as the waves of life crash against my hollow shell
Striking endlessly, and after living through this I don't even fear the depths of hell
Because being this strong means I've accomplished killing every emotion I've ever felt
This life of mine shall be undone
My era of hopelessness has begun
I could be so more much than this
I do have a purpose, yet I still resist
I yearn to have it all but I don't even wish to exist
So let the day of the rapture come
But leave me be, the lone soul who is numb
I contain my own apocalypse in my palms
But I will never release it, I
Feel.You can`t.Feel.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can`t feel what I felt.
Rip out your heart.
Pull out your spine
Tear yourself apart.
Then you`ll come close.
That`s how you made me feel.
With your words.
They reached inside me.
pierced my soul.
But now it`s different.
I have the chance
to tear you apart.
But I don`t.
It would mean being like you.
But I want to live.
So I forgive instead.
My WorldSometimes life is so beautiful that it hurtsMy World5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Other times life can make you so angry that you curse it
But here, in this moment
Gazing into the darkness of the night
With the cool wind kissing my face
And listening to the rain gently fall to the ground
I can hardly hold back my tears
Because this world is what it is
A world of hope
A world of pain
A world of love
A world of hate
A world of ups
And a world of downs
But it's my world
It's my existence
And even though in this moment
My simple human life is tearing me into shreds,
My complex life as a being of this universe
Is always perfect and complete.
Wolf DreamShe dances alone within the forest’s embraceWolf Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every movement a swirl of agile feline grace
Here in this moonlit glade where she is safe.
Her companions come on soft silent paws
Accepting her completely despite nature’s laws
Ignoring her scars, darkness and human flaws.
She runs on fleet foot quietly behind the pack
All senses fully alert from her eyesight’s lack
Flying like the wind she never once glances back.
They may find her someday out in this desolate place
This essence of wildness wearing a semi-human face
But never would she willingly rejoin the human race.
She is an ArtistShe stands in beauty,She is an Artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a fortress for the lost,
The Earth wines around her,
thirsty for creation.
Her towers a regal,
in confidence they stand against the sky.
Her entrance is guarded
and few enter.
For the heart inside is gold,
it is sought after.
Those who enter have proven,
they have been found worthy.
Her fingerprint dots the Earth.
Her self pouring gathers hearts,
works of a creator,
as is she.
A Note to MeIt's been a long time my friend.A Note to Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where to begin...
I've never felt so safe,
and that's a lot to say
It's been a while,
but I feel like I've come a long way.
My journey has ended with you
and I feel complete again.
I've travelled far
but I finally found you,
and I can truly say...
you're perfect the way you are.
I've come to terms.
I can accept your flaws
and all you've done wrong
but still see how truly beautiful
I can accept all of your
I can accept the responsibility
of fixing you up again.
Here's to you my friend.
You are beautiful
and you are strong.
It's been so long
but now I see,
how important you really are
AlwaysThese are my words for you when you are on the steps of BedlamAlways4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For when your cheeks become river banks
Flooded and flowing from a muddy source
I'll be there to hold onto you and your sanity
Look you in your milk chocolate eyes
Tell you things will be alright
When you feel like an outcast
An outsider living among the uncivilized
Feeling crazy for being different, ugly for not being identical
I'll be there to stand with you
And tell you you're beautiful
When you feel alone
So alone everything turns black and silent
And your mind races so fast you can hardly breathe
I pull you out of the abyss and whisper in your ear
"I love you."
I dont want a fling.I don't wanna have a fling with youI dont want a fling.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not the type that has flings .
I'm the one that wants to hold your hand,
and look into your eyes
The one that will make you her everything,
the one who will be there for you through thick and thin.
The one who will make you smile,
make you feel like the universe is yours.
I wanna be your first love,
the one you share everything with
I don't want a one night stand , to never see you again,
to feel the pain of my heart breaking in a million pieces,
because I fell for you way back before you knew.
I dont wanna be that girl
I want to be the one you love
barefoot cinderellaHer scars show openly now,barefoot cinderella4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He thinks shes brave.
No one would ever be like her,
Beautifully strung together.
He thinks she's wonderful,
Like maybe she controls the stars.
He loves the emotion she shows,
Behind those bright eyes.
The way she smiles,
Even when she doesn't want to.
She thinks she keeps him around,
Because he makes her feel.
She doesn't realize shes in love with him.
. . . Wait until she finds out,
that will be a sight to remember.
You Saved MeOnce there was a girl so brokenYou Saved Me4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So afraid to show her face
She lived her life within a bubble
Afraid to leave a trace
Once there was a girl unloved
So scared of the world outside
She lived her life alone
Always ready to hide
Once there was a girl so happy
Her smile so full of love
She lived her life her own way
And I know she was sent from up above
Once I was a girl so broken
Afraid to share my heart
But now I share my life with you
And I hope we never part
Writer's BlockWaking up at three o'clock,Writer's Block4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with this dreaded writers block.
It mocks me sitting on my paper,
maybe I'll write something later.
Tired of making words that rhyme,
I really just don't have the time.
Rhyme, grammar, emotion, meter,
maybe I'll stick to being a reader.
That line doesn't fit in that verse,
putting that word in makes it sound worse.
Can't think of anything to say,
my thoughts are all in shades of grey.
Imagery is overrated,
big words are so outdated.
Why does inspiration avoid me?
I'm very uncreative, you see.
I can't think of another line,
I can't make another rhyme.
So for now, writer's block, goodbye,
I'll be back tommorow for another try.
From Pen,From Pen,From Pen,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My scribble scrabble,
Best works seem to be-
The revisions of slurs.
Errors to her,
Poetry to me.
furniture dustthe curves of my lips have memorizedfurniture dust2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the knife of your tongue - chop me to
i am furniture dust
in a house that you never called home.
i swore to all my deepest insides
that i would never again weave words about you,
but i was fucking lonely.
i made myself your prostitute
swore to cling to you while you pressed
your ribs into me, pointy.
the hum of memories in my guts
played me the symphony you wrote
into my lungs without even thinking.
the parallel marks on the inside of
my forearm whispered your habits
and reminded me that you are more
than just a set of teeth & smooth skin.
you manifested yourself until you were willpower
and i regret that my lack of control
comes back to visit me
like the ghost of my childhood
whenever your scent lingers beneath my nose
just strong enough to fool me into thinking i want you.
remember: i am furniture dust.
you don't need to auction me off again.
this time, i will own myself.
InsomniacsIt was one of those really undecided nights. You know, cloudy skies, threatening rain, stars shining too brightly to be natural. I just sat there on my bed, watching all this through the panes of my bedroom window. It’ll sound stupid to you, but insomnia isn’t always such a cumbersome thing. It isn’t exactly onerous either. To me it was like a gift, something I treasured because it gave me a twilight view of the world.Insomniacs8 years ago in Teen More Like This
The streets outside my house looked so different in the night time. Deserted corners, which usually held stalls or beggars asking for money. You know that sort of thing. It was strange to watch my road with nobody walking down it. No kids playing tricks, no romantics walking hand in hand, no grouchy old gits brandishing their walking sticks. It was just the night and I loved that.
The darkness was comforting really. They say that darkness spreads fear but not to me. That’s bullshit. Darkness is peace and it’s utter quiet. All you can make ou
Park of Dreams ReloadedPark Of DreamsPark of Dreams Reloaded6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
While walking through a park today,
I tripped upon a rock of gray,
then struck my head upon that stone
where I blacked out there all alone.
A dream soon took me to a place,
a crisp clear vision of your face,
your blue eyes shined their loving glow,
your golden hair was let to flow
upon bare shoulders naturally,
as it cascaded down on me.
You placed a soft hand to my face,
which caused my heart to pound and race.
You brought your breath so close to mine,
then whispered only one small line.
You said... "I Love You... yes I do,
I'll always be here just for you".
That forced my dreaming eyes to tear,
for suddenly I had no fear.
No fear of ever losing you,
the one I've searched for my life through.
The one so lovely, warm, and kind,
the one I thought I'd never find.
I tried to force my lips to move,
to say the words so I could prove,
that all held feelings deep inside,
are feelings that I cannot hide.
But words don't come so easily,
while deep within a dream you see,