Glossi.Gloss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a poem
for lip gloss
and the pre-teen
who wears it
and the old woman
This is for
sparkle and stick.
For bodies like
For all the boys and girls
who would breath in
when the wick turned black.
Before their hair
turned grey with ash,
and their eyes fogged over
from the naked heat.
Before young love dies
and is buried in a shoebox,
with a little pile of rocks
to mark where it was.
This is for
the scared little boy
who spent all his time
While pretty girls
lay on autumn hills,
and even the crickets play
in major key.
With their noses
face down in the soil.
With their discarded jackets
on the grass, limp-
and making angels.
To Be HumanIn this world,To Be Human2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their are many whom enjoy solitude,
but their is no one in this entire world,
who can bare solitude,
for no matter what happens,
we must depend on other,
and let others depend on us,
for that is what it means to be human.
The Hardest Thing To SayThe Hardest Thing To Say2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's the hardest thing to say
Parsoncarter's Christmas special!
I don't even when it started. It's just one day, I love him.
We were at school…I was a teacher. Him? I thought he was a janitor.
It turns out he's the school's sponsor for special events.
I get pissed off when he looks at me everytime.
"Hey," I said to my co-teacher. "You know that Gil, dude? He kept staring at me when he thinks I'm not looking, well obviously I know."
"Oooh, that's romantic."
"Oh, stop it."
Later, I learned his background. And oh, how it gives me the creeps but now the facts confirmed he's practically clean—everything! He's a good man.
One day at the mall, my friend and I, we're on our way home when I spotted him. I ignored him. But my friend, as loud as a siren, says, "Oh, look! Gilbert!"
"Oh, shut up." The truth is when I saw him, my heart thumped faster. Oh, you know what they say.
At the office department, "Hey, someone gave a gift."
"It's at your table."
"From whom?" I saw my friend
You're Losing MeI lost you and you’re losing me,You're Losing Me11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And from day one I could see,
That you and I were never to be.
Some things are wrong, some things are right,
You can inside me fire ignite,
And the flames can blind me with their light,
But I know all; I feel all, I see all in the night.
What costs we are paying we don’t know,
Maybe it is the right way to go,
Maybe I’ll fall apart or maybe I will succeed,
Maybe to happiness this all will lead.
I am sad,
I am mad,
And I’m glad
That you are gone,
And I am left forever alone.
At least I am free and I’m nocturnal,
I know this will not be eternal.
AspireAspire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ground of celestial perfection is infinity away from the tallest tower.
A ValentineWhen Valentine’s Day approaches,A Valentine10 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My wooden heart is overwhelmed by roaches,
And from my skull comes out a snake,
How long of this will I take?
It’s kind of hard to concentrate,
Because thoughts most of my mind ate.
I’ve been punished for my sins,
Everyone, but me now wins.
I am defeated, but now I see, who wore masks,
They are happy, they fulfilled their tasks,
Still, there is some hope left in the sky,
Before I say my last goodbye.
I stand up and look around,
All I hear are laughing sounds,
But all I see is the dark,
There is not a single spark.
On Living with Ironic Oxymorons What's it like to write a storyOn Living with Ironic Oxymorons10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that isn't yours?
The photos we pin
on our bedroom walls,
they remind me of nicknames
on bathroom stalls.
The tears of our eyes
that our fists have shed,
have rung to tell me
‘your scars haven’t bled.’
Naruko uzumaki - Chapter 3Naruko uzumaki - Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a week in the academy ... Me and Sasuke we are still best friends , Ino and the girls don't bother me anymore and even the way the villagers look at me and my brother like we were monsters or freaks I don't even care anymore, life cant get any better
In my house
"Hey Naruto wake up , come on Naruto" I said while trying to wake my brother up
"uh..huh I'm ... gonna .... wa..." said Naruto while sleeping
Then I tired to wake him up with another way because I tired to wake him for the 10th time already so I decided to throw some cold water at him
"AHHHHHHH!!! na..NARUKO!! what? what happened!?" Said Naruto when he was fully awaken
"Hehe nothing come on lets go we are going be late again if you don't get up fast" I replied
"You didn't have to do this TT.TT we are going there don't we? so don't worry" said Naruto while making a face like you-didn't-have-to-do-that
After 15 minutes we arrived to the academy
"Ohayo" I Said greeting Sasuke who was sitting as always and as I
Listening For InspirationTaste the breath of timid wordsListening For Inspiration2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
arising from my speech.
Dripping through my lips,
unfurling sails of poetry.
Catching wind of empty waves,
the words fall one by one.
They stoop the gentle break of day
and melt through river's run.
Curl beneath the shaded trees
and hide in hollowed rocks.
They topple through the spider's weave
and splash through bursting drops.
Sit behind the sunset
and before the rising skies,
dipping palms in Bluejay's songs
while frosting tearful eyes.
Complimenting purple streaks
across the orange noon.
Their silhouetting shadows casting
freckles for the moon.
Passing secret whispers
through the cursive of my pen,
these sleeping inspirations wait
to see the sun again.
Letting Go - The End“Long live the newlyweds!”Letting Go - The End2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Petals of a light-yellow, almost white colour were thrown into the air along more light-pink petals of flowers, dancing into the wind and the unnoticeable gusts, spinning around and playing as they fell gracefully down, impregnating in the air the sweet yet quiet aroma of nature and flowers, most of them landing softly on the ground and the stairs, some others ending up getting attached to a newly wedded couple, the groom, and now husband, laughing as his black jacket got attacked by the innocent petals, the bride, and now wife, giggling cutely and a bit shyly as her veil got decorated of petals as well as her dress.
Outside the church, the twenty six year old groom continued laughing as he stayed holding his now-wife’s hand, the crowd around them already out of petals to throw at them, but not staying in an awkward silence and, instead, cheering for the newlywed couple to kiss, causing them both to, shyly, blush a tiny bit while grinning ha
Happy New Year.Happy New Year.Happy New Year.11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here’s a toast to the New Year.
Filled with new fears.
Accompanied by new peers.
Drizzled with new tears.
Here’s a toast to a new chapter.
The unravelling of a new wrapper.
A host of new delusions of grandeur.
Thousands of statuses lacking grammar.
Here’s a toast to a new age.
Riddled with new battles to engage.
New insecure feelings to be conveyed.
Accumulating new debts that need to be paid.
So let us raise our glasses.
While we shake our alcohol induced asses.
With our dancing shoes battering the carpet.
Let’s sit back and watch how quick time passes.
With the memories of our dearly departed.
As we willingly buy into all what this farce is.
For another new year has just now started.
Morphine EyesYour hands are so much bigger than my ownMorphine Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I find it enchanting-the display of your fingers touching mine
Like a mirror, I can see myself in you
In the sea blue of those morphine eyes
Surely beauty does not exist elsewhere
Maybe God has created you from the clay of the earth himself
And captured the glow of the moon in your iris
And your laugh has been woven from the bells of heaven
I wish you could see how I look at you, my love
That just for a moment you could see just how beautiful you are
Even if you don't like it, I can see it
Your gentle hands
And the curve of your mouth
You are a wonder to me
Both you, and those haunting eyes
The softness of your voice
And this agony I keep enduring
All for the boy
With the morphine eyes
Hints 002 HikaHaru FanficDisclaimer: I do NOT own the characters of Ouran High School Host Club. Theyre by Bisco Hatori and this happens to be a Fan fiction of mine. Story is by me. If it is similar to a story of yours, it is purely coincidental.Hints 002 HikaHaru Fanfic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: Hints about you that I see
Hikaru, what are you doing? Kaoru Hitachiin asked as he watched his brother rummaging through their closet.
Random items were thrown out of the closet and onto the ground.
Hikaru- Gwaah! he was cut off because a black trench coat was thrown right in his face.
This caught his brothers attention as he quickly stood up and pulled the trench coat of his face.
Gomen, gomen! he said with an apologetic grin.
Whats wrong with you? You were so irritated this afternoon and now youre off the roof with happiness!
Hikaru shot his younger brother a brief annoyed look, Is that wrong?
Kaoru chuckled, Not at all! Im just
Bosque.There once was a girl in a flowing pink gown, striding alone in the forest.Bosque.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Miles and miles from her home town, picking flowers in natures own florist.
She wanted time alone, to grow on her own, and feel the Earth beneath her.
She started off strong, but as time went on, she became weaker and weaker.
Hours became days, days became weeks, and soon a month was complete.
Little Lilly lay across the soil, in what seemed to be her deepest sleep.
A decade later a young sad man, entered this abandoned space.
Searching for somewhere to call home, he stumbled across this place.
One night before he drifted off to sleep, he saw a flowing pink flower.
He picked it from the soil, and to his surprise felt a surge of vibrant power.
He dropped the flower on the ground, it began to hover and fly.
Confused and startled he merely gawked, as it sparkled in the sky.
A beautiful woman floated to the floor, pink petals raining down.
The young man fell in love instantly with the woman in the pink gown.
Abducted school Route C part.3Abducted school Route C part.33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Day 19 (dream)
We were all sited at the base of the tree; Violet, Lillie and me. Even if this situation look totally normal from someone else point of view for me 3 people sited next to each other... in the same dream... in the same body, it was kind of weird. Lillie was talking with Violet about some codes, probably the one of the nanobot... talking about nanobots.
"Hey Lillie you said something about nanobots in my body, can you explain what you mean by that" I cut Violet
The two of them looked at me, Lillie with a confused look and Violet with a embarrassed one.
"She didn't tell you?" asked Lillie
"Tell me what?" I answer a little troubled by what she just said
"You know that we are AI, right?"
"Yes I know that already"
"And you know that AI are data and by the same way can only be treated by a mechanical device?"
"I guess so..." I said seeing where it was hiding
"So it will not surprise you if I tell you that your body is now full of nanobots permitting AI like Violet and I to cont
Fairy Tail WG: Growth of Juvia Part 1Erza, Lucy and Juvia were dragging their feet as they made their way back to the guild. It had been a long, long day. A mission that had seemed so simple at first, camping out to catch a jewelry thief, had gone sour when it turned out the criminal was carrying an anti-magic wand on him. It only took a quick touch for all three girls to instantly lose their powers, forcing the chase to drag on like a suckle on a particularly good cigarette. It had been thanks to Erza's ingenuity, as well as her natural athletic prowess, that they eventually turned the thief into the authorities. Unfortunately, their magic did not return.Fairy Tail WG: Growth of Juvia Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lucy, sighing, turned her eyes skyward to see the sun had already begun to set.
Erza was drinking from a water bottle. "Mm?"
"What was that anti-magic wand thing anyway? I've never seen or heard of something like that before."
"There honestly shouldn't be any left," Erza replied, her face solemn, "They were only available on the black market, but they sold li
Letting Go - Part 11February, and the house looked much better.Letting Go - Part 112 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Less creepy. They still had to do a lot for the roof and most of the walls, and the second floor, but it looked nicer than the first time Frank saw that house. The porch looked well done, incredibly well done to be repaired by a ghost and a college student. The stairs weren't broken anymore, and they had replaced the door; Frank had some money saved up, but he said he didn't even know what to waste it in, so he decided to spend it for whatever they needed to repair the house. Besides, Mikey said that, when he died, no one touched the money he was saving before the accident, so he picked it up and had it hidden somewhere else, just in case.
He never really thought he would waste it. But there it was, a new door, a re-built porch and repaired walls. It even looked cleaner; to work, they decided to first clean up. Mikey said it wasn't his house, that it had to have a century or something, but maybe it was only some decades old; creepy black and
BurdenThe cuffs get tighter,Burden1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to wiggle free.
I can no longer be a fighter,
With these chains bounding me.
This burden is so heavy,
I can’t bear it anymore.
More and more I am ready,
To die forevermore.
I don’t know what to do,
I’m sick of living with this pain.
I need some help through,
pills, razors, or just about anything.
The cuffs are getting tighter,
I just want to be free.
I am no longer a fighter,
These chains have overpowered me.
Dark ValentineDark Valentine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep in the stillness,
I wander but a ghost thru mists of shadow & sanguine ..
And the trees bathe in the mystique of Night’s serenade
Covet thee my love immortal,
for we are hunters of a dream untamed;
poetry bleeding into the abyss ...
Candle whispers drink a sky of wine, unto where I sojourn —
in the caress of your lips, and ache of darkest Moon
— Arthur Crow © 2013
2.How does one write a poem2.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that matches the "perfection"
of those before?
After those previous,
expectations have risen
and the bar is set too high
to jump over.
There is a sort of society
a vicious cycle of competition
no one wants to lose.
If it's not up to par
then who would take the time
to read it?
We all want to be a Frost,
a Poe, a Dickinson--
but honestly. Is that
even possible at this point?
I sit on a straight-backed chair
and wonder where the sky meets the sea;
I wonder if there will ever be a time
that the words I write
will blend with each other
until you can't tell the difference
between what is reality
and what is a dream.
HorrorAll these nightmares,Horror10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
All these horrors,
Supposedly tearing appart my drawers.
All these terrors,
All these tales,
Supposedly to make my face turn pale.
You tell me such terrifying things,
A tale to make me shake.
But truly, you must know, darling.
There's worse I could take.
A man in the corner of my room?
A ghost staring me down as I sleep?
Mother, these weren't tales of doom.
Not something for me to pray my soul to keep.
But, mother, this would mean company.
Someone to share my bed.
Someone to fill my room.
Someone from the dead.
Mother, these weren't scary.
Did you not see my smile?
That demon sounded more like a fairy.
Can he please stay a while?
Mom, he's not a monster to me.
At least he's actually there.
Even if you think he's mean and scary.
At least he still pets my hair.
I can't see him, but he sees me.
He lets me know he's there.
And I do feel fear, honestly.
But it's hard to really care.
It's lonely every single night.
But then the Mockery comes along.
Singing to me about m
GhostsLike a vacant shell, like a sunken ship,Ghosts1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like an empty, lonely, soundless drip.
Like a fallen star, like a blunted thorn,
Like a single loon — only more forlorn.
Like a hollow tree, like a falling leaf,
Like a river stone — only far more brief.
Here we are as we've always been,
Like a lit-up shadow, like a face unseen.
Chapter 1: Flame PointsThe sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.Chapter 1: Flame Points2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the crystal like waters of Euteria. She couldn’t resist as the urge overtook her and the lips upon her face curved into a smile, her unmistakable feline fangs exposing themselves. The saliva dried quickly in the morning air.
“You are so silly brother, you are a walking contradiction.” She said, her smile growing wider.
Her brother tilted