Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character whoSleeping Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival
(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)
Why Shota and Loli are badSomething has been weighing heavy on my mind lately; The aspect of Shotacon and Lolicon.Why Shota and Loli are bad5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Please understand while reading this that this is something that is very personal to me. And please also know that I'm just a normal person. I'm not highly educated. I'm simply an eighteen year old girl. I can't use big words and I'm not very good with manipulation.
But please also know that I'm not ignorant. And I can have opinions just the same.
I feel it is important to know that one of my parents is in law enforcement. I know a lot about criminology and psychology from discussions I've had with my highly trained and knowledgeable parent.
I would also like to make it clear that I'm a strong supporter in respect and tolerance. I belive in letting people belive and do what they want to, even if I don't agree with it. The only exception to this is if people are ge
DemonsDemonsDemons12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her voice calls
As she falls.
The light falls
As I reply.
She cries out
The call to
I will save you
Just hold on.
Love by Intoxicationtrembling words, falling from mouthsLove by Intoxication2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
desperate to drink the essence of life—
aching to feel the scorching elixir slide
down their throat and coat the linings of
their stomachs, implosive embalming…
desperate to drink the essence of life—
traveling from the heart outwards, leaving
organs blackened in its wake and muscles
torn and tissues stretched as escapes fall into
vanity (beauty sacrificed by juxtaposed phrases)…
traveling from the heart outwards, leaving
words unspoken and emotions left bare, experiencing
a paltry happiness and slighted love—we luxuriate in a
false sensation: joy and intrigue and hope, lies we told
ourselves to make everything okay and to ignore [the]
words unspoken and emotions left bare, experiencing
intoxicated adulation, lines blurred and eyes bloodshot
swollen shut by feigned illumination and chosen stupidity;
hungover with heads pounding, simulating a bolstered
bliss…[alcohol has nothing on love]
CollideStanding side by sideCollide2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The two worlds collide
What I see, hear, and feel
Is it fake or is it real
If its fake
Dear God let me wake
If its real
Please let me appeal
I feel my heart beating
But my brain is fleeting
My body feels out of place
Nothing is in the right space
My face looks distorted
My eyes all contorted
But who am I to know
The way it's supposed to go
So many people standing around
It's such a deafening sound
Along with the people in my head
I go whichever way I am led
Dizzy spells ensue
Clear moments are few
I can't talk correctly
Without being told directly
I am not who you think
I am not who I think
I am not who anyone think
I am the product of the writers ink
SolitaryTrigger warning: Discussion of sanity and suicide.Solitary2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The plan had been so simple. Thirty six hours in solitary confinement, Meredith was struggling. Last week this had all seemed so simple. So obvious. It seemed like she had devised the perfect escape plan. Things weren't working out as intended.
Firstly, and above all else - even breathing or thinking - there was the thirst. Her throat roared with it and she could feel its acidic anger snarl its way up and down her throat with each breath. She'd imagined discomfort, but not pain. She was starting to reconsider.
Her tongue was sore. The slab of meat in her mouth felt like unswallowed food as it got drier, and the taste when she could summon enough saliva to swallow was rancid, and reminded her of her ex boyfriends unwanted dry probings. In a desperate bid for freedom a few hours ago she had tried biting through her tongue, people did it in prison so she knew it was possible, but the pain was too sharp to work through and she didn'
Scared Of The DarkAlfred couldn't sleep. He lay in his bed and looked at the ceiling as he tried to ignore the darkness around him. The black nothingness felt heavy, as though it were pushing down on him and constricting him. His mind started to play tricks on him. Every creak sounded ten times louder. He whimpered a little and slowly rolled on to his side.Scared Of The Dark4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moonlight slipped through the tiny gap between the curtains, casting a silver line across the middle of the room. Alfred wished he could gather the courage to get out of bed to open the curtains. At least the moon would light up the room a little. That way he would feel a little better. He hated the dark. The dark hid all the nasty things that lurked in the corners of his room, like ghosts.
He closed his eyes tightly and wrapped the duvet tighter around himself. He wished he had the courage to get out of bed and go to Arthur's room. Arthur would keep the nightmares away. He would make sure the ghosts wouldn't hurt him.
He opened his eyes again an
Not All Heroes Wear CapesSweet voices filterNot All Heroes Wear Capes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
through anxious ears letting out
a sob of relief.
Only when his heroes sing
can he breathe and find his wings.
DracoIt was the unwritten poetryDraco3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
i was born to destroy youi am no hydra.i was born to destroy you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is no poison-tipped spear,
no angry torch to hold to my neck
i may not raze your fields nor eat your livestock
but i was born to destroy you.
when i smile i want you to think
not of wolves, but of girls
pretty girls, with flirtatious red lips
and teeth white as pearls
not of monsters who lurk
under grandmother's bed
swallowing children for supper.
i am no chimaera, no sphinx:
no hero can vanquish me on winged pegasus
i cannot breathe fire or deceive with words
(it's all appearances, everyone knows that.)
do not forget
it was helen who launched a thousand ships,
clytemnestra who slew agamemnon
judith who beheaded holofernes
because no one thinks that your lipstick
might be congealed blood,
nobody thinks that the points of your nails
might serve more than a decorative purpose
nobody stops to consider the nightshade in your perfume,
the foxglove flowers on the mantle
and the cyanide in your purse.
perhaps i don't look like a monster, but remember:
no one's an angel
ComposedI never knew blue could be so warm.Composed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A moth to a flame -
no, that's too cliché
A tranquilizer gun to the heart
ready, aim -
Fire of the bluest kind
Warm with laughter, but still
You burned me.
Please, never say my name again.
I'm still trying to get your eyes out of my head
And I can still hear your words as if they're ringing out right now.
Don't say my name.
I'm SICK of playing games.
I hope you know that I miss you
And I hope you know I don't want to
But secretly, I hope you miss me, too.
You taught me many things in the few months that I knew you
about life, about love, about desires
But the most important thing I learned
is to never play with fires.
My heart has always been a fortress
to the ones I love, and to those I hate
No one has ever figured out how to penetrate my gates.
You simply climbed my walls.
I remember back before I met you
I was much the same in nature, but innocently blind
you showed me the world
and opened up my eyes
with your fire
La Petite MortStill my beating heart once moreLa Petite Mort5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rest 'til morning's light does break
withdraw from heaven's farthest shore
into the gently fading take
the ever distant leagues of time
are whispered with serene intent
the smallest glimpse of fair divine
lies deep within that sweet torment.fly my stilling spirit's splendor
leave this place where I once died
the Little death (each time remembered)
the little Death dwells deep inside.
sleep my love through dream undone
breathe in once, breathe out again
rise anew with Dawn's first sun
and feel the tender moments end.sing my fearsome quickened heart
to keep my tattered soul aloft
evermore inside the bliss
Evermore the death so soft.
Poem for a MotherWhen I was fourPoem for a Mother4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd follow you into the bathroom
on sticky feet,
press my little bird hands
into the back pockets of your jeans
while you were washing dishes
at the sink,
babbling on: Mommy, Mommy,
I love you.
Then there was the youth
who played Simon Says
to your aerobic routine.
I took jumps to your steps,
laughing as I tripped,
I wanted to go
where you went
I practiced to be
who you were.
The world split sideways
and I stumbled out
a teen traumatized
by the gory birth.
I'd've sworn you did it to me:
the red plague of my face,
the inexplicable serrating rage,
I beat at you as an extension
These years are quieter
and the miles between us ache
for your back pockets again,
to be in my adolescent womb,
that dumpy-brown carpeted house
with the over eager rose bushes,
all those rooms where I'd scream
Mommy! I love you!
looking backlike reading a book backward, i read you. tears crawled up your cheek and hid themselves in your eyes. i backed forward, pulled my lips against yours, pressed them away, and leaned back. my hand fell up to your face, traced your cheekbone, raised back down to my side.looking back6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you feel like glass against my skin
cold and distant, beautiful, let me in
like a poem bottom to top, i felt you near and against me. your arms wrapped around where i wasn't a few minutes later and where i won't be a moment ago. your eyes spelled out words right to left, .oot ,uoy evol i dna og ot evah uoy das m'i and i love you.
too, you love i and you love i. and backwards gets old quickly. i walked toward you and kept getting further away and no matter how long i held you, for me, it ended where we started. i had to wonder often, did i see you? or was it that you were really just the light that left my eyes?
you feel like crystal on my cheek, break my bones
my heart? trapped twixt them. your chest? its home.<
Stylish TroubleI have no heartStylish Trouble5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not in a common sense
it beats hard notes instead of soft symphonies
I have style
a certain flare
hard edges filed sharp
I can possess love
for those who dare
dare to come close and die for it
I can cry
useless fluids from my eyes
for you, if you wish to see my humanity
I can break
crumble to my foundations at times
foundations made from an iron will to survive
I can manipulate
pretend emotion to control
you see, I am completely self aware
knowing my most insidiously seductive flaws
in the end I am trouble, evil in a sense
wrapped in pretty words
tied with a bow of womanly wickedness
I Miss YouWarmth engulfs the room,I Miss You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
penetrating into every nook and cranny.
The crackling fire sparkles and glows,
invigorating the senses; heartbeats quicken.
As we cast our gaze towards the hearth,
our eyes rest on two forms lying with limbs entangled.
Their flushed skin, shining in the light,
stealing kisses under a radiant blaze.
An aura of peace prevailed that night,
under a waning crescent moon,
as two lovers unite,
fearing that there parting will come too soon.
Energy fills the room, the tree alight,
with twinkling lights and tinsel galore,
shimmering and glimmering for all the world to adore.
Alas, our time has come.
Slowly but surely, the image fades.
Colour fades to grey,
Life and brightness, to dullness as we vanish;
And I wake up, alone and cold, wishing you were here.
Dead ButterfliesI created my own love apocalypseDead Butterflies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With words of death on whispering lips
I sang in fields stained red with gore
Lamenting a love that was no more
A love that flew on colored wings
Full of butterflies and beautiful things
I drenched loves' wings with poisoned blood
Dripping oil thick off a crude tongue slick with crud
Now I know the words I spoke
Are the reason my butterflies broke
My Past is Presently FutureMy mind swims in vitriolMy Past is Presently Future4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Corrosive thoughts form burnt offerings
Decayed and deconstructed pieces of my soul
Presented in black wrapping and blood colored bows
I backstroke through the ash, choking on smoke
Floating in the void between losing and loss
The beginning and end
The why, where and when
Lost in the poisoned hallways
The lostways of what I was then
I will wander here in wonder of what I became
Never saying goodbye to the old me, my hated friend
A weak, sad reminder of what I could have been
You see, when you say goodbye you must mean it
Else, you'll be saying hello again before the sun sets
So, you'll never get a goodbye from me old friend
I know my internal torture will never truly end
Your PlaceForgive me,Your Place4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't see you there
supplicated at my feet,
worshiping fervently in my shadow.
How many times have I stepped on you?
Crushed you beneath me,
until all faith and hope oozed from your flattened spirit
How many times, I wonder.
Yet, you still lower yourself before me,
with eyes that shine bright with love
do you idolize the pain?
Do you believe that someday,
I will love you back?
If that is your wish,
it will never be fulfilled
you have proven your place,
your place in my cold shadow,
and I've grown fond of watching you freeze there.
Otherwise UninhabitedDark violent skies and the wind coldly caresses my faceOtherwise Uninhabited4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the moment I washed up here I've been in love with this place
The way the rain feels as its falling around me
The way the waves crash as they tumble in from the sea
Contented I close my eyes and lean back with a smile
It never gets old, though I've been here a while
The peace, the solitude, alone with my mind
I can barely remember the life I left behind
You know I wouldn't trade being stranded for anything
And I can't wait to see what the future will bring
Le Pavillona little light legerdemainLe Pavillon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feigning a laugh, feint and taint
not a saint by any measure
just wanting to dance
kick off those pretty shoes
and turn the blues electric red
like your lips.
your hips move with the bass
I like the look on your face
when I touch you as we turn
earn another go round
to the sound, dance
and tell me without words
what happens next.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Spring CleaningThe sickening slam-dunkSpring Cleaning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his heart made
when it hit the floor
like a soft boiled egg -
so she scooped it up
and fed it lovingly to the bird,
wondering why the litter pan
had not been emptied
and the kitchen smelled of sweat.
Her husband took up
too much room
along with the credenza
stuffed in the closet.
She couldn't get the vacuum
round them both.
and his shadow was eating up
too much daylight.
White Sunday 279: Orphean descentI did not descend to rise again.White Sunday 279: Orphean descent4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The nature of flesh is to fail,
and so, I sail off the edge.
Down the rivers of forgetfulness
and eternal sleep, no Thesean thread
to mark my path, for I am not returning.
I tread the darkness, listening
with discerning ears for every turn.
The brimstone and sulfur burns
my eyes and nostrils and I hear,
clearly, the screams of the damned,
and the muttered threats of Hades himself.
Plato himself called my prototype a coward,
and there is no fear in my quest,
to test the very definitions of life,
of wife, and immortality. I will sing
a song that will echo to the stars
from the deepest pit of the underworld.
I have no plans to return to the surface,
for even the furnace, with you present, is cool
as the gentle breeze in Thrace in springtime.
I have brought my cithara and earnest heart,
weapons enough against time and temptation.
I am not come to pervert the nature of life.
Ever deeper I descend, for I depend on you
to be my world. Eye
Heartbreak Hotel, 102 and 814Room 102Heartbreak Hotel, 102 and 8144 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll bet you give as good
as you get, she winked,
sliding the worn kmart down her belly
and popping the cherry
of a red bull.
So, why don't you crawl
up this quilt
and try to undo
the damage my husband left?
I promise I won't break your heart,
just bruise it in places
the wife won't see.
Besides, that suit doesn't
quite fit you right
and I like my men better
dressed only in the dark.
Just let me just sink my teeth
into this quart of vodka
or your thigh
and try to figure out
why I covered the dog in newspapers
and the couch still
isn't speaking to me.
The weatherman is not my friend
but I sure can find peace
in a stanger's bed.
So put my mail out with the trash
cause you don't love this boy
and these empty bottles
only make me angry.