DriftwoodDriftwood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
SecretiveSecretive3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
These crumbling buildings
seem to warp time around them,
You slip into a past
where you will never settle.
You wander, an exiled ghost.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
Mafia!Romano x Reader - Well Worth It: Ch. 2Well Worth ItMafia!Romano x Reader - Well Worth It: Ch. 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mafia!Romano x Reader
[Axis Powers: Hetalia]
Lovino awoke to the sound of sweet chirpings from the birds outside the window. Sunlight peeked through the curtains and landed on the grumpy Italian's eyes causing him to pull the covers over his head. Wait...covers? Lovino immediately sat upright, wincing slightly from the pain that coursed throughout his entire body, but he tried to ignore it. His eyes scanned the area. He was in a room with sky blue-painted walls. A bookshelf sat across the bed which lay against the wall with the window. The bed was soft and comforting accompanied with fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. Beside the bed was a small dresser with an alarm clock sitting on top. It was a fairly simple and empty room, and it was completely foreign to the mafioso.
Lovino swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, only to find his legs to feel weak and fail him. The Italian quickly grab
SometimesSometimes I think of youSometimes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of how I wish to be with you always
To hold you tightly
deep within my arms
Sometimes I cry
wishing that you were here
to love you always
and never be apart
But sometimes it isn't right
to be in love that it hurts deeply
To have to be fully apart
and never show the love there is
Sometimes I wish you cared enough
to understand how I truly feel
To always be with you
throughout my entire life
But even though I think of this
I know deep down, we weren't meant to be
I wish you truly understood me
and maybe it was best we never met
Cause deep down it hurts too much
to love someone, but another
I wish that we were never together
than maybe this pain would never be here...
You are the SunlightYou are the Sunlight3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It started off like this
When I gave you that first kiss
It took you by surprise
And made me close my eyes
I won’t lie, I was scared
As you stopped and stared
I couldn’t even breathe
But then you kissed me
It shattered all our fear
And made our love clear
My feelings only grew
But inside I always knew
The time you fell from the swing
From the first time I heard you sing
The first time you held my hand
I was so nervous I couldn’t stand
Even though I can’t cook
You still give me that look
My hearts melts every time
Reminding me how you’re mine
You’re the ending to my story
And the happiness that I keep
My life is never boring
And why I’m peaceful as I sleep
I love you with all my might
I love you with my entire soul
You’re the love that’s always right
And the love I can’t control
You’re the reason why I fight
You’re the reason for my laughter
You’re the everlasting light
You’re my happily
I Love YouHow many timesI Love You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
am I allowed
to say it?
Is there a limit?
Does the phrase
lose its value
To me, it does not.
But how else
can I express
of what I'm feeling?
when I tell you
I love you
I think you're beautiful,
that your eyes
see straight into
and that your voice
is the very melody
to which my blood flows.
that I care
I want you to be
safe and well,
that I long for you.
And how can I stop
put it into words,
when the emotion
And how deeply I wish
I could bury my face
in your shoulder,
and hold you
the rest of the world
How strange it is
that you can't
seem to see
what it is about you
that draws me in closer.
It's not what I don't know,
it's what I do,
and the secrets
of your soul
on my own.
So when I say
I love you,
I only mean
to make up for
the thousands of times
I couldn't speak to you,
when I dreamed of you
when I stared
Tobi X ReaderI was walking around the woods at nighttime. I had no idea what I was doing there, but I seemed to have been looking for someone. 'Where am I? What am I doing?' A shadow rushed by in my peripheral vision. I saw another person running around. 'Who is that?' I ran towards the shadow, but it disappeared. I got very confused and starting looking around. I guess that wasn't a smart thing to do since I was in complete darkness. Suddenly, a glowing red eye emerged from the darkness. I didn't see another eye, so the other eye must have been covered up.Tobi X Reader4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I immediately sat up from my bed. 'What a strange dream.' I got out of my bed and placed my feet on the ground. I looked around, expecting to see my crystal blue walls, but all I saw was a blank gray wall. 'This is not my room.' The room was dark and there was only a bed and a dresser for clothes. I opened the door but fell backwards onto the ground as I saw an orange mask in front of my face. "Hi, sorry for scaring you." His voice sounded child
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.Wonderland2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
The reasonThe reason4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sunlight is shining on the top of my head,
should I stay or leave the warmth of my bed?
Drinking beer while birds sing in the rain,
what the hell lets drown the pain.
Eat pills or cut my throat with a sharpened knife,
does it really matter when all I want is to end my life?
Even though I stumble through the darkness at night,
I keep my head up high and my eyes straight at the light.
When I see your face my heart starts to beat,
but I have to stay cool in case I overheat.
All the joy and love that you share and give,
I've finally found a reason to live.
When I DieWhen I Die4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I die
Will you sing for me?
When I die
Will you cry?
When I die
Will you send flowers to my grave?
When I die
Will you be brave?
When I die
Will you still love me?
When I die
Will you let me be?
When I die
Will you throw away the ring?
When I die
Will you walk over the land like a king?
When I die
I will always be with you
By your side
And sing to you all day long.
fraudian (slips, landslides, baby steps)prologue.fraudian (slips, landslides, baby steps)1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
i meet naked eyes in the mirror.
don't look down, don't look down.
sometimes it feels as if the weight i carry
sits in layers, memories that unravel
as my gaze glances.
slide eyes downward,
take the plunge.
i. wishful innocence
twelve years old, 5'4",
60 kilos of never-thought-about-weight
and mother speaks to my bikini-clad body;
"why don't we go on a diet together?
just a couple kilos off,
and we'll be perfect."
mum's been dieting since forever,
you name it, she's done it.
she's 56 kilos, 5'3",
and it's never enough.
this is the first time
she's tried to pull me into her world,
but it will not be the last.
ii. between worlds
at thirteen my face lives blemished
and i wear my curls in a scraped back bun
because the uncontrollable frizz
i compare myself to my classmates,
straighten my hair and learn
to hold my stomach in;
thinner than one,
but not another.
i don't l
Blanking Out The Bad DaysI don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughtsBlanking Out The Bad Days2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As this means missing out on whole days
In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by
Which tells me this is not just a phase
But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe
They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass
Their turpentine optimism is misplaced
As my future begins to fade like brass
I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days
But of late I do not have much choice
See anytime someone asks if I’m okay
A tremble can be heard in my voice
Somehow though I always keep it together
Like a jigsaw laid out on a table
But when I am alone I fall to pieces
In a box with a ‘parts missing’ label
I don’t like to keep blanking out the voices
But they question each decision I make
And lure me into troubles as if they’re a puddle
When they turn out to be a lake
That is always just one foot deeper in depth
Than my fragile frame is tall in height
And I know if I keep blanking out th
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
AloneI dim the lights,Alone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And turn on the TV,
Even though I'm not watching I leave it on,
It's the news, seems like another fight,
Why's the world so violent?
I take my time going to sleep,
I close my eyes,
I see someone's face,
I think I recognize her,
But I can't remember her name,
Who is she?
With eyes like that it must be a sign,
But I brush it aside,
Even in my fantasies,
I'm afraid of showing my feelings inside.
What's wrong with me?
My life isn't that bad
What's wrong with me?
I won't accept that I'm sad
I'm not, am I?
Am I? I don't know
The next day, I go to school,
I hear laughter,
Is someone talking to me?
I hear voices after all,
Though I can't make out any of them
Is there something wrong with my hearing?
There must be.
Even thought people are laughing,
I wonder how many are faking it,
How many are wearing masks behind their depression?
I look around and find my group of friends,
Is that the right word to describe them?
Sometimes I wonder
Our Poor JesterOur poor Jester bit off more than she could chew,Our Poor Jester3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I suppose it was inevitable, being the human in the crew.
It happens to all of us, and we all must start anew,
But still, our poor poor Jester, you have us, your crew.
Now I know you might not want a Reaper's comforts,
And well, even despite my best efforts.
The touch of death is hardly the greatest of comforts,
Even though an Angel's pity is one of the sweetest of desserts.
Callous hands and callous ways, coupled with a callous tongue,
I cannot help but feel I'm to blame, at least if only for some.
Please know, none of it was intended, I never tried to depress you,
Guys, it looks like our poor Jester has bit off more than she can chew.
Don't worry though Riddle, we have people to take care of you,
The perfect person, an Angel for comfort, and of course Sarah too.
Our poor poor Jester has bitten off more than she can chew...
But as long as we have breath in our lungs, we will look after you.
Simple ThingI’d like to be an off-beatSimple Thing2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
syncopated little thing;
note and stem floating on the melody, just sitting in
appoggiatura, grace-note, special thing.
I’d like to be a sailor
swinging on the ocean wind
coarse old rope between my hands and salt-spray where my toes begin
nimble little sailor, clever thing.
I’d like to be a bed-sheet
gentle thing to warm your skin
thing that you hug tighter when the morning starts to filter in
falling through your creases, lucky thing.
Your Suicide LetterAll the doctors and all the pillsYour Suicide Letter4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just can't cure how it feels
To be broken up so deep inside
That you swear you've already died.
Therapy is just a waste,
It puts your thoughts in a different place.
The promises that have all been said
Are just made up and in your head.
The crying is worthless, the hoping and dreaming.
Because nothing makes sense when your blood is screaming.
The sharp objects, they call to you,
"Make some cuts that are brand new."
The laughter means nothing on the outside,
Because it's from the times you've lied.
This story, however, is the truth; You're too tired to lie.
So tonight you guess this poem is your way to say goodbye.
The Weight of the SunI miss you more than my beating heartThe Weight of the Sun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like my arms around you, it was torn part
And I lost the ability to love once more
I need to piece myself together again
But what's the point? If I'll come undone
Again, inconsolable, under the weight of the sun
That's how I feel without you
How I've felt every day, every moment
I've wanted to say "I love you"
For the longest time, before you left
And as I wipe the tears away
I can`t help but become undone
I`m still bleeding, still hurting
I`m still beating, this heart beat every fleeing
I`ve screwed up too many times to count
Too many times, I`ve got too many doubts
I`m broken beyond belief
Trying to find the light of relief
But it's always fading away
I`m still searching to this very day
Into the dark void of emptiness I reside
And in this pain somehow I still decide
To keep waiting for that special one
Who`ll share with me the weight of the sun
The Long RoadWalking in a cloud of dust,The Long Road4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dirt creeps into my lungs
My vision I can no longer trust
And I hear only the wind's lonely song,
Thinking back to the path I chose
Long ago, before the storm had begun.
The Long Road of life,
With all its illusionary turns,
Leads only one way;
In which the ink has already dried
On parchment that will crumble away.
Though there is one out,
The death-march written in stone;
The path of glory, the fabled route,
Without a map,
Leads straight into the heart of scrutiny
A Walk into a future teeming in uncertainty,
Where I wish to go,
Where I'll probably fail,
Joining that dust
Made from the crumbled pages
Of those who failed the crucible.
Have You Ever..?Have you ever seen your parents cry?Have You Ever..?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever seen the person you look up to fall?
Have you ever seen something you never expected?
Have you ever seen someone lose themselves to their emotions?
Have you ever seen a person die?
Have you, because I have not.
Have you ever thought about your parents crying?
Have you ever thought about what would make them cry?
Have you ever thought about what could hurt them so much?
Have you ever thought about what their tears would mean?
Have you, because I have.
Have you ever thought about being heart broken?
Have you ever thought about being a heart breaker?
Have you ever thought about being hurt?
Have you ever thought about being a hero?
Have you ever thought about being a villain?
Have you, because I have.
Have you ever thought getting hurt was the only way to open up?
Have you ever thought letting go was a good thing?
Have you ever thought going berserk would help you?
Have you ever thought hurting others is the only way to save yourself?
Euphrosynedawn.Euphrosyne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
when the sun grows weary,
she tucks it into bed with her brushes
and crimson-golden paint.
she sings songs while the stars
roll and tumble down the edge of night.
the moon wiggles in her teacup,
she sips carefully, pensively;
the man in the moon plants warm honey kisses
inside her mouth.
and they grow into peals of strawber