Humble Mediocrity.I see the truth in your web of lies,Humble Mediocrity.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's hard to see when you use your eyes.
Problem is, I'm a liar too.
I knew exactly where to look for you.
You're living one of your lies,
As you watch through the eyes,
Of humble mediocrity.
I'm here because someone has heard your plea.
You look at me and you scream for help,
Whilst saying nothing at all and not wanting to tell.
But that's not why I came,
I'm here because of what I became.
I came because I know what you can do,
Because I was once someone just like you.
I was once like you, living a lie.
Which is why I'm here - to silence your cry.
I came because you are a danger to me,
As you watch through your humble mediocrity.
Takes one to know one and I like my privacy,
So please forgive me because I am sorry.
As I look into your dead eyes,
With the potential to see through my lies.
I killed you for you saw my grand life as it really is
- Humble Mediocrity.
Hetalia MarysueNihongo Hitomi flounced through the doors, her ebony hair ablaze with candle light. As she felt lusty eyes fall on her, she knew for certain she was the belle of the ball. She was the most lovely woman there, outshining the rest by a long shot.Hetalia Marysue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her glowing crystal eyes searched for something intently. Perfectly white teeth gently gripped her crimson bottom lip as she strained her eyes for a mop of blonde hair. When she saw what she had been looking for, a mischievous smile lit up her gorgeous face.
As she walked towards her treasure, people gasped quite audibly and heads turned her way. Let them gawk, she was the goddess of the moon and darkness after all. She deserved every amazed stare she received. For, her pain and suffering were made up by her great beauty.
"Canada-sama!" she called out in her beautiful soprano voice "I have arrived after a dual with Hrentera!" Suddenly, she clutched her heart and collapsed. The mention of that wicked name was enough to send violent shock-waves of
The last musicalWas he greater than God?The last musical3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Or madder than hatter?
Needless to say
He was lost on the ladder
Locked away behind
Bars in his head
Where the living themselves
Seem to envy the dead
But every night
The halls are haunted by gaurds
And the air becomes sick
With a 6 string guitar
A story so tragic
It sticks in your heart
If you heard it from him
It would tear you apart
It's about to start
This one is Mine.I see the look in your eye as you follow her around the room,This one is Mine.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw the poem you wrote, and told her she'd know whom.
Who it was for is what she asked, and walked off without a clue,
And you stared at her back whispering "I love you.".
Well, I'm going to be nice and give you a warning here,
This one is mine, and only mine, do I make myself clear?
I know she loves me more than words can express,
And I tell you, she is mine, that girl in that dress.
I read that poem, and I must tell you something,
I love her, and she loves me, for me she would do anything.
So, whatever you're waiting for, the right place, the right time?
Stop waiting, because I'm not letting go, I'm telling you. She's mine.
Hell and BackI have been to Hell and back,Hell and Back2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And fought each demon twice.
I have drowned in seas of blood,
And fell from deadly heights.
I have slept through tortured moans,
And burned in toxic fires.
I have even be decapitated,
Though you may call me a liar.
I have been to Hell and back,
And fought each demon twice.
But even though I have left,
Hell never left my sight.
Finding... Myself?Say goodbye to that man you know,Finding... Myself?3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The one who was only there to make amends.
Say goodbye to the old me, as I go,
Because I suppose this is the way he ends.
Say goodbye to the cynical me,
The man who kept everything to himself,
Let him rest in peace, and welcome me.
For I am here still, and I am... Myself?
Say goodbye to the Cynicist,
Say goodbye to the anger and the hate,
Say hello to the Optimist.
Say hello to who you'll learn to hate.
Because that's just it, it's easily done.
I flick a switch, and I'm the old me,
I guess he was never really gone.
Say Hello to the Optimist.
For the writer of this piece is dead.
Armageddon.Yes, I still want you.Armageddon.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But do I still need you?
I need you like fire thirsts for water,
I need you like a cactus craves the sun.
I need you like a bird needs its wings clipped,
I need you as penance for all I have done.
Yet I still want you,
When your eyes are purgatory itself.
There is no passion in that fire,
But I want that simple burning hatred.
I need you like a child needs to plunge its hand into fire,
And yet you still glint and catch my eye and I want you.
I want you and need you,
Like I want and need the world to end.
You are my armageddon,
And your name is Jennifer.
Check The MeaningIn barely legible handwritingCheck The Meaning2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scribbled on to the medicine bottle label
Is my name Grayson Oliver Dowd
And two letters printed in ink of bold sable
In haste I didn't check the meaning
It makes sense now that O.D. stands for Once Daily
But I took it to mean Over Dose
Oh how my rational mind once again fails me
Soon after I see the weathered words
Inscripted deeply on to the granite gravestone
Here lies Grayson Oliver Dowd
With an epiphanic epitaph ‘he died alone’
Waking from my sleep I check the meaning
I realise R.I.P. stands for Rest In Peace
And not Recovery Is Possible
So my dose of dopamine I shall decrease
In barely legible handwriting
Scribbled onto the medicine bottle label
Is my name Grayson Oliver Dowd
And two letters printed in ink of bold sable
My shaking hand struggles with the child lock
Let me flush these pills away and out of sight
Oh Dear reads the letters on the label
It appears that you
Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.Everything in life.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.
It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.
But everything in life has its consequence...
Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.
Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.
I don't get why you're worried though...
But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.
And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,
And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.
So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,
So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.
And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,
But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.
Leave me alone...Would've been six months today,Leave me alone...2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That's why I ignore your question.
The question "Is everything okay?",
Why even bother with that inquisition?
It's obvious that I'm not great,
Everyone knows the reason too.
Don't try cover it up, it's too late,
You're trying to hurt me, aren't you?
You're horrible people, all of you,
Why hurt me? What did I do?
You're evil to me, all of you,
I don't get how she can like you.
But that's not my problem anymore,
So, I'll leave you to her, she deserves you.
14. SmileNo matter what I do or what I say14. Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The problems I cannot take away,
The problems you face every day.
But still I keep trying my very best
So for now, you can let them rest.
I look on the bright side when you can't see
Anything but despair and debris
And avalanches of painful scree.
But still I keep trying my very best
So that for now, they'll let you rest.
It's not ignorance of reality
Or some twisted kind of vanity
That arouses this necessity.
I keep trying to see you smile
From your heart's bottom for a while.
Gift me your smile, that's all I'm asking for.
It helps me fighting on my own war
So from my lowest point I can soar.
Without your smile, I will go mad
Smile, show me mankind's not all bad.
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
LossL is for LossLoss3 years ago in Horror More Like This
He had happened upon the room by pure chance. The Captain's disappearance had put the Engineer on edge. That man was the key to his survival and it was only a matter of time before some hazard of the wasteland would claim his life. Surprisingly it just took a few hours to locate him and Gromov was sure it was only because of the luck that Captain seemed to rub off onto others. He found Captain holed up in a mostly collapsed building, the only part that remained intact was a small dark room. Breathing a sigh of relief he was about to enter the room to reprimand the man for disappearing without a trace for days but stopped, his boot hovering just over the threshold. Captain's purple lenses glinted from the darkness. Gromov backed away. He never entered the room.
And Captain never left.
The engineer left the man alone; he had hope that eventually Captain would come out on his own. Each day Gromov would come to the room but the Captain never moved from that spot. How t
Denial.I know I'm in denial,Denial.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Saying I don't love her.
But I still say it all the while,
Because I have been hurt.
I know I should stop this,
I know I should just face it.
But I can't face up to this,
I can only run away from it.
I know that I still love her,
I would take her back in a heartbeat,
But as I can't have her,
I lie to myself, looking down at my feet.
I know that I still love her,
But Denial is my only friend.
92. All That I Have.All that I have, I give to you.92. All That I Have.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind, my body, my soul, all to you.
I give you my everything, treat it with care,
And all that I ask from you is you keep your flare.
That one thing, that magic, that spark that drew me to you,
All that I have, I give to you, do with it whatever you want to.
All that I ask is that you let me love you,
And that you tell me that you love me too.
All that I have, I give to you,
I give everything, all of it, to you,
All that I ask in return is you let me love you,
That you believe I love you, and that you love me too.
Jennifer, I give you my everything, because I love you.
Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,Statue In The Rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.
I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.
That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.
LadiesLadies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies are suppose to dress
In flattering skirts
And non-revealing shirts.
Wear their makeup so neat,
A ring on their hand,
And heels on their feet.
To have good manners,
And to be polite,
But also to show great might.
Ladies are suppose to think before they speak;
Selecting only the best of words,
So a waste will not leak.
As should they have great wisdom,
And be caring and unique.
Beautiful as a crystal or as an exquisite antique.
Ladies deserve a gentleman,
As opposites do not attract.
One that completes her,
And takes her on the right track.
All women are suppose to be ladies;
To cherish life as they please,
But the select few is decreasing,
And the women who are ladies are soon none to be.
broken dreams and invisible heartstringsEvery morning,broken dreams and invisible heartstrings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wakes up to a
hollow chest & stormy,
red rimmed eyes.
It's so easy to be in love
with being in love;
swallowing fake truths
& sincere lies.
But her heart—
it forgot how to smile
two years ago,
because no one can tell
the difference between
imitations & reality.
please find me;
I'm lost between the cracks of
Desperate to breathe
yet wondering how it would feel
she's never belonged
in this universe.
Regaining.I'm regaining my positive outlook, I really am,Regaining.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It might seem strange at first, but it is who I am.
"Everything will get better if you smile", I believe this now,
I used to scoff at this, but I can smile now, I think they can.
You know what came with this? Bravery.
Bravery to not be shackled by my own rules,
Bravery to speak to her, to break a promise I made,
Bravery to see that sometimes, rules are wrong.
I made some long ago, and stood by them,
My values, my bible, my everything, I kept them intact.
But that was wrong, because it was the start of my pessimism,
Maybe what I did sometimes was wrong, but I had my optimism.
And now, things will get better if you smile, if you take a step,
I believe this, I cast my promises away, that's my first large step.
I was brave enough to talk to her, and I am hopeful of the outcome,
It's only optimism, but I ask you, when has smiling ever hurt anyone?
Belief.I do not believe in God, and things I cannot see,Belief.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I didn't believe in love until I looked into your eyes,
I never did believe, that someone could love me,
But when I look at you I see through your disguise.
I see a sad woman that needs a hero,
When others see someone strong and solitary.
I see someone that loves their hero,
Someone who is sad and lonely.
Silently with a smile always was your style,
But I promise you that you can speak to me.
Because when you're sad, I'll be there all the while.
For your hero loves you, and wants you to be happy.
the gardenthe serpent was usthe garden10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the apple was
thinking we could eat
it and become as
but snakes cant
and we've been
A is for ArachnophobiaA is for ArachnophobiaA is for Arachnophobia3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Having a grown man leap on top of you in the ungodly hours of the morning is hardly the most pleasant way to wake up.... as Charles Snippy now knew from first-hand experience.
"What," he gasped, winded, shoving Pilot off his chest, "are you doing?!"
Pilot let out an infernal screech as he tried to clamber further onto the couch and further onto Snippy, his arms and legs wrapping around the sniper like a monkey.
"Run, Snippy!" he screeched. "Run for your life!"
"Run from what?!" All traces of sleepiness now gone, Snippy attempted to prise Pilot off him, but the other had a grip of steel and was clinging like a limpet.
"It'll eat us alive!" Pilot wailed. "It'll lay eggs in us and they'll hatch out of our eyeballs!"
"What are you talking about?!" Snippy asked irritably, turning his face away as Pilot began waving his hands madly about. "Stop squirming around! Get off me!"
Finally seeming to calm himself down, Pilot crawled off Sni
BluomoHwin watched the creatures in the Siberian Tiger enclosure at the West Springs Zoo. They were pure white, and lolled about on the artificial rocks with satisfaction. Hwin was interested in their thick fur, their lazy attitudes, their sharp teeth. She had been standing there for upwards of ten minutes when she felt a sudden gust of warm, sweet smelling air and looked up.Bluomo5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sister," she said evenly. "Early, aren't you?"
"There's a botanical garden here!" the other woman said brightly.
Hwin smiled wide at her sister. She went under the current monicker of Chwun Hwa, but her appearance did not suggest anything even vaguely Asian. She was plump and her skin was pink. Her round face was half obscured by rambunctious honey-brown curls, and her big, quiet eyes were a shocking shade of green. She was pretty, and soft, and always had the hint of a smile on her bow-shaped mouth. Chwun Hwa was Hwin's youngest of three sisters, and her age could have sat anywhere from 15 to 35.
Chwun Hwa gave Hwin a