NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 92 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The savior I awaited
Lifted me up and triumphed
I prayed as much as I needed
Even when I was beyond drowning
I knew a kind soul would pay heed
Every mourning human deserves saving
The quiet onesThe Quiet OnesThe quiet ones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?
And that I still don’t hate you, even now?
There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung—
to sink, so like an opened blouse colored by brine, my hope
finds refuge at the highest point, and lays itself unlocked
on barren sand to fade, suffuse with light, the way all things
in the desert turn finally, achingly white.
You know you love VD when,1. You have the Season 1 DVD or watch reruns online.You know you love VD when,5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. You've had dreams about it.
3. You where either yourself, Damon, Stefan, or Elena in those dreams.
4. You have VD collectibles.
5. You are a member of any type of VD fansite.
6. You are a member of Team Stefan, Team Damon, Team Stelena, Team Delena, or Team Elena (any others I don't know about, please let me know!)
7. If you miss an episode for whatever reason, it bothers the crap outta you.
8. After you watch an episode, you think about it alot.
9. You have a lot of deviations pertaining to VD.
10. You've read the books and watch the series.
11. You've read the books more than once.
12. You read other books by LJ Smith
13. You like to use quotes from the series in everyday life.
14. Someone has asked you why you love vampires so much.
15. You gave that person a very detailed explanation as to why.
16. You like to drink a lot of red colored drinks because it looks like ur drinking blood.
17. Someone has commented on your red color
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wall,Mirror Mirror2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
acting like you know it all.
Comparing every little thing.
Ruling my life like a king.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
making my self-esteem fall and fall.
Telling me things I don't want to hear.
Clouding doubt in my mind that was once clear.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
here I lie, here I sprawl.
Can't you see what you have done?
Making my mind become un-spun.
BullyingBullying3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Just one word.
That's all it takes.
Continued by many.
Followed by pushing.
We wish it will stop.
We try hard to be strong.
To deal with it on our own.
But when we try and ask for help, we get put down and told to 'get over it'.
It's not just physical, it's not just emotional.
It attacks our confidence.
And shatters our Esteem.
It threatens our well-being as we dream.
That maybe, just maybe we'll be treated like everyone else. To feel what it's like to not fear of being hurt.
To those who bully; to those who judge.
Put on the shoes of someone who you have hurt and,
Walk a mile where they have walked.
Feel the feelings that they have felt.
So, do yourself a favor.
Think before you speak.
Think before you do.
'Cause you never know; the victim could someday be you.
Then you will realize that your words nor your actions were ever that cool.
By: Krista M. Warcop
The Dragon and The PhoenixThe small ladybug landed on her knee. She lowered her hand and it crawled up onto her finger, the ladybug moved around her hand for a moment, and then flew away as the quiet rustle of grass disturbed the silence.The Dragon and The Phoenix6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'll be damned...
Well hello there Phoenix. The phoenix unfurled his wings bathing them in sunlight. The gold and flaming orange feathers glittered beautifully in the light.
Almost like rays of sunlight. She mused.
He tipped his head slightly, acknowledging her.
She turned her gaze back to the river, discreetly looking at him through the corner of her eyes.
Her gaze landed on his black ankle length boots trimmed with red. Neatly tucked into the boots were his pants and her eyes followed them up to where they abruptly cut off.
His black shirt began trimmed with red, and as she continued up she noted his belt stood out like a flame in the night, fiery orange in color dimming to a more gentle sun yellow towards the middle.