I'm an islandI'm an islandI'm an island2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A rock lost at sea
I'm a desert
A warmth one cannot stand
Unwelcoming to those who can't tame me
Desperately needed to survive
Yet too much is lethal
I am water
Still as a lake
I am yours
Set the Fire Ch22 Charles:ErikSet the Fire Ch22 Charles:Erik2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Charles awoke that morning to shouts and fighting on the second floor, he pulled his wheelchair close to his bed, somehow managed to get into it and hurried to the bottom of the stairs to see what was going on. He was exhausted, but he would rather stop people from having their necks broken and their eye gouged out than allow such things to ensue.
He expected to find half the house at each other's necks when he reached the base of the stairs, but instead, he saw Erik yelling at Sean and Alex, who looked as they were going to rip one another to pieces if given the chance.
Erik was holding Alex away from the other boy and saying something, but Charles was hardly paying attention to his words. The simple knowledge that he was trying to keep them from waking him though he had done a poor job of it was enough to make him smile wanly and forgive everyone for trying to harm one another to begin with.
When the metal-bender walked back down the stairs, he invited him into his
Set the Fire Ch.4 Charles:ErikSet the Fire Ch.4 Charles:Erik2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun was coming up over the horizon. Charles did not know this because he was staring out the large ceiling to floor windows that were lodged into his study walls. On the contrary, he was staring at the papers scattered before him, trying to concentrate on his latest thesis on genetic mutation. The only reason he knew the dawn was arriving was the study had gone from being lit only by the oil lamps drilled into the wall, hanging above his desk, to being lit, if only barely, by a slight blue tinge. This was a clear sign the sun was rising. It was also another night he could tick off as not having slept at all whatsoever.
It had been only weeks since he had been released from the hospital and not a day had gone by without him being reminded what a weak, worthless human being he had become. Every day when he looked in the mirror after yet another sleepless night, every morning when he saw, yet again, the dark, dark circles under his eyes the result of one too many nights devoid
TwentyIn denialTwenty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of adult quirks
Cursed with the question
Be doing this
Though you picture yourself
Back when a plaster
Could heal the pain
No more rebellious
Years for you
It's time to
It's time to
Face the truth
Observations of a Traveller.3 seconds,Observations of a Traveller.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Is all it takes,
"The next train is
Please stand back from the edge of the
Some choose to sit near the tracks, some
Choose otherwise, it's down to personal
Preference really. I prefer the
Waiting room. It's warmer. Though
Their metal seats are gruelling,
They should really invest in some
Cushions or heated blankets.
I play psychologist; observing other travellers,
Not in an idiosyncratic kind of way,
I just find people's
Mannerisms intriguing I guess.
755Am, is when the London St
Pancras Train is engrossed with people.
I pronounce it Pancreas, out of habit.
Expected to arrive at 758.
Every minute counts when my lecture starts
At 9, I have a bus to catch.
When you thought things couldn't become
More exacerbating, musical chairs
Occur; a chair is always
Left between two people, though
Frustrating I can't help but
Force a grin.
People won't sit next to one another
Unless they must.
Even then, they don't acknowledge
Creative Writing.I remember opening that apple peel thin book,Creative Writing.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
White pages encased in red crepe paper,
Carvings that look like wood shavings,
Never-ending lines waiting to be used up,
Creative writing then, was writing out letters as neatly and carefully as possible.
I can recall crafting my first letters, writing them over and over till I reached perfection, giving each its own line, using a finger space to show clarity.
My memories reminisce, the time when my writing was a block of letters,
Knotted together to fashion a disarray of words,
Which formed incomprehensible sentences.
Even then they said I had potential, they had 'great expectations' for me,
Branding my work with exuberance.
My thoughts renew the moment, when I first wrote a description-
A few lines which had the appearance of a paragraph;
So full of clichéd colours, similes and metaphors,
That to think about it today arouses laughter in my eyes.
It tickles me to dig into the past-
The first time I hit the wall, the one that al
Putrid.Creep around like an angel my dear,Putrid.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've stuck your knife right in there,
But be careful not to stand on the dead beat glass,
It can't be removed
Or they may find you out.
You've popped our bubble with your thoughtless needle,
Poison my veins like you do so tenderly,
I won't mirror your quirky smile anymore
Claw at my spine because it's what you thrive on,
A frown is all my face has come to know
And carry on agitating my eyes till I can't take it no more,
Bleed me like a radiator, with your superfluous spiel
Because they'll never know.
Till I cry out and crumble because that's what you want to see,
You are wonderfully malevolent,
You've left my petals to wilt and wither, a heart warmer I'm sure,
And you know how to hide it,
You're reason is feeble and I won't accept it
You cunning child,
You're velcro no longer has a hold on me
Keep your veil on so they'll be shut out.
The Woman.Why is she looking at me, like that with those burnt sienna eyes.The Woman.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I look away for a second, but I can feel her stare burning a hole into the side of my cheek.
I glance back over to see what her fascination is.
What is she thinking?
It's like she's looking into my soul, but what is she searching for?
We've been on this train since Hull, we've passed Cottingham and she still hasn't arrived at her destination.
When is she getting off? She couldn't be going to the same place as me, could she?
I decide to take a glimpse elsewhere, to take my mind away from those intruding marbles, the beautiful skies behind the glass pane ease my tension a little.
And then I glance back at her, she's looking even more intensely at me, through me, like she's trying to work out a puzzle.
I look for somewhere to focus my attention and all I can think of is the table in front of me.
I try to concentrate hard on a small dint in the smooth surface, although it hurts my eyes after a few
Dumbfounded.Taking the bitter pill, going down the blind alley, feeling the blow, sensing a blunder, reaching a bust.Dumbfounded.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Neither alliteration nor synonyms will change my situation.
Flash back- those three bland C's, puncturing my eyes like a lobotomy,
failure disposes with the debris and stitches itself deep into my bereft brain.
A congratulations- insulting.
My tears want to break loose from their sore cage- loneliness holds the key in it's jaundiced eye.
Another flash back-the nefarious booklets with their cryptic codes and sickening strokes, chewing the end of my pen, whispering bad omens.
Effort, determination, commitment, all for a treacherous piece of paper which shrieks monotony.
Present- the institutions, they bray a person into a nondescript atom, their opulent windows penetrate souls, bellowing malicious mots.
Their bricks gnawing at meek hearts-
at my heart.
Riots.They have no conscience.Riots.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It disengaged itself a long time ago, along with their dignity and respect.
Glass works up a sweat; condensation dripping violently. It fears for it's life every time a 'hoodie' swaggers by, shaking in it's pane. It tries to understand these looming characters who lack a single moral bone. One question grinds on its brain; what has it done to deserve this harassment? It weeps feeling partly responsible for the destruction of homes and businesses, fire bleeds as matches scratch, cars burning a mucky magna tinge, then brusque black. Hose pipes suffocate; they can barely douse a flick of flame. A second is all it takes for everything to diminish. Memories are irreplaceable, the pain is irreplaceable.
The 'yellow jackets' grimace, their eyes are sore from all the bedlam. Ebony batons, lucid shields and counterfeit bullets don't compare with numbers. The 'yellow jackets'
Remove MeWho am i to youRemove Me2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What do you want me to be in your life
Claim me as your sacrifice and devour my heart n soul
Throw me to the beasts and forget my name
Erase the memories of the "me" that created the "us" that stared it all
Get rid of it
Let me die to you with a sweet melody of nothingness
I will remove myself from you and bleed you dry of all emotion
And i shall remove the chuck of your heart that contained any trace of me and burn it with my body
As for me
I'll once again embrace the sweet darkness alone.
Calmed by the eternal lonely night, let me slip into a quite coma with nightmares of you
Beautiful, blissful, nightmares containing the us that i banded from your mind
Now i call upon the once upon a time with no happy ending to finish its final chapter
And remove me from the storyline itself
My crutchYou are my crutch, the reason I am able to get through every day.My crutch2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Forget the pills, forget the booze, forget anything, everything, but you.
No doctor can prescribe me anything that makes me feel the way you do.
No person can fill the hole that you fill.
It's killing me.
Every. Single. Breath. That I take is one breath closer to the grave.
Each inhalation, each blissful release from the pains of life inches me closer to death.
I know this but yet... Have no desire to stop. No, not only that...
If I stop I know I will die even sooner.
This painful life I lead, my self-inflicted agony, isn't so bad.
But somehow with you I feel like I can cope.
Without you I go crazy, like I lose my mind with that minuscule stick.
No matter what anyone says, no matter how they try, I can't help them.
You see, it's not me that needs the help.
Understanding is everything.
You can quote the facts, figures and show me those graphic images.
Shove giant warnings in my face daily, in multiple languages
FootprintsWatching the marker fade from my fingertipsFootprints4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the words falling like rain from my lips
I come to realize why my world is so dark
Because you left after you placed your mark
Stupid you just had to come in to my stupid life
Then your stupid smile added to my stupid strife
And your stupid feet had to walk on my dumb heart
While your stupid eyes caused my alleged 'art'
I've come to find that I've vanished
Hopefully I am forever banished
Because I'm lost within your stare
And I'd be killed if it wasn't there
Sick of Society.I'm sick of the stereotypical view of youngsters! I'm sick of the wary looks me and my friends receive from the store clerks when we walk in a shop. I'm sick of the way we're viewed because of our age. I'm sick of being disrespected just because some narrow minded people can't seem to understand the concept of there being good teenagers who do respect their elders, and who do do their chores with little annoyance. I'm sick of the new age limits on entertainment areas! I'm sick of not being able to go bowling after 7pm because of some bad reputation given to us by one teenager which suggests we might also be trouble. But where's democracy? Human rights, answer my call!Sick of Society.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm sick of women being treated like objects! Look up, boys, and start judging me on my intellect and who I am rather than my dress size! I'm sick of the TV shows that promote it, as well as the songs, full of crappy chat up lines for those who hope all girls are "easy". I hate R'n'B, fu
ode to my cavityalveolus acheode to my cavity4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
acid lashed hypocrite
mist ladensixteen hours a daymist laden6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have been sleeping.
rubbing away my self
waking drenched in my salts
draining essence cell by cell
sputtering forgotten dreams
blankets washed each morning
personality stains flaked away.
suds ebbing to sea
blanketing a barren soul.
open offeringi have not been dietingopen offering7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but nothing sits right
almost a foot of distance
between waist and hips
my back bone has sharpened
honed by bitter impressions
stabbing skin with noxious pricks
phantasms bleeding out
a date will come
your proclamations will hover
wrap themselves around my limbs
paint my body with insatiable font
standing before you in my best dress
black like the bed we will occupy
then naked as it is sliced away
empty in immolation
sight readingcadences swell in me whensight reading7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the elderly steal kisses
the youth hold hands
solo of loneliness
melds into twittering confusion
happiness in seeing achievement
just one simple syllable
letters for me do not arrange
only sixteen possibilities
i still get caught up in a strained voice
eyes of unfathomable depths
trembling hands trying hold onto the world
knowing all that
still i struggle to spell
how i feel.
collateral damagethree weekscollateral damage8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
seventeen pounds lost to Stress
I now worry
that She hates her body
Biology LessonWhen first explainedBiology Lesson8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that there were different parts
it was uninteresting.
Found it a bit strange
that we had been stopped
for words describing flesh
My mother's face
and his mother's,
told me that it mattered.
Still being potty trained
not even aware of his advantage
for peeing in the woods.
Little lesson stopped.
We continued playing
Nothing had changed in our game.
Learned Behaviourgrew up watching my grandmother's ritualLearned Behaviour8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while braiding my hair
she'd fill in her lips
fix her eyebrows
widen her eyes
tease and tame hair
tut over the scar
from where they pulled out my uncle
at seven i rolled a curler
into my already ringlet hair
my grandmother cried when cutting it out
looking over family photos
my cousin just starting to walk, smiling at the camera
baby chub cheeks dimpled.
grandmother pictured behind her
holding up wobbly legs
wrinkled hand covers the picture
saying that she 'looks fat'
cousin now grown
looks to me asking
“are my cheeks still that big?”
one who is oft mistaken as my sister
sits in the backseat, absently picking at scabs
grandmother tells her to stop it,
'someday you want a boy to think you're beautiful right?'
feeling every scar on my body raise under my dress
i ask her gently not to scratch because she might get sick
tell her that i'll bandage her up when we get home
when i cut my 'beautiful hair'
shaved it off
Before Thisi'm aware that i am fallible and broken. that love is irrevocably linked to hope. a hope for happiness we both have.Before This11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
emotions now feel like tornadoes. dorthy is trying to find her way home. to where guarantees stay true, snowmen melt too early in the sun and promises are kept. confliction is mapped in the flecks of my eyes the brittleness of the hair escaping my head. sheer lack of articulation when thoughts spill out too early from my mind.
i know the hardness of night. how much it hurts when you fall into the satin black. the shadows sharp leaving holes to be jewelled by stars. the difficulty of trying to be beautiful with cold subtlety aiming for effulgence.
reality is born from falsity's loins. supposed simplicity of relation running amok, stripping masks running down the streets baring all. desires hiding just out of peripheral vision awaiting best time to strike. attack previously held convictions; further blur non-existent lines.
before this i was a little girl who kissed