WordsYour words surround me;Words2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twist and twirl in front of my eyes.
Everywhere I look, everywhere I run,
Again and again I hear goodbyes.
Your voice rings out,
A mist only my mind can see.
My body rooted to the ground,
My heart never to be set free.
The memories bring pain to my heart,
Enemies I cannot hope to outrun.
Our story is a tragedy;
A history that life has undone.
I wish to see beyond you,
But to life I am blind.
Your shadow covers the light;
Only darkness in my mind.
DeliveranceWith the wreckage of his life in front of himDeliverance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stared into nothingness
Everything inside screaming, seemingly oblivious to his outward silence
How did it all come to this
Self DestructionWatch me burnSelf Destruction1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In fire so hot
Watch me burn
In what you can't stop
My screams of pain
Fall on deaf ears
You see me strain
With falling tears
Watch me burn
In flames so bright
Watch me burn
In a starless night
As the fire goes higher
of the bird of fire
Watch me burn
Engulfed so wide
Watch me burn
In fiery suicide
Leave behind ashes
After my combustion
But this does not end
My self destruction
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,I am me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
WarWarWar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War is hardest when you are against yourself.
When each room is a new battlefield,
and each day is another fight.
War is hardest when you fight alone.
When all of the soldiers look like you,
and act and talk and laugh like you.
When you have to look into your own eyes
as you pull the trigger.
War is hardest when you do not win,
and when all of the soldiers look like you,
and fall and cry and die like you.
The worst moment is when you are killed
and you look upon your own grave,
with your own name,
and no one weeps for you.
War is hardest when you fight for nothing.
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom butToo strong, too weak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Army Of WordsArmy Of Words:Army Of Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes we may not know.
How much our words mean.
We simply think before speaking.
Never know the impacts of our meaning.
Though, you taught me to love.
Gave me the confidence.
Encouraged my ambition.
With every last intention.
To protect me from life.
What a wonderful Wife.
It is funny what we may not know.
As you just say those three words.
"I love you,"
As long as it's said.
No matter if slurred.
As long as it's heard.
I am protected by an Army Of Words.
Ballad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for You2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dear, today in English class
You turned your lovely head.
Your eyes met mine; I surely felt
My heart would be stopped dead.
The other kids, they laugh and jeer,
They are so cruel to me.
But you don't say those nasty things,
With you I'd rather be.
Shall I write this with trembling hands?
Reveal my secret love?
I'll say to you the things I feel,
My heart, you will know of.
I'll write this note for you alone,
My crush, for you to see;
I'll tell you of these things I love,
Together we should be.
Your eyes, they are so beautiful,
I want them in a jar.
Cut out with my ball-point pen, I'd
Always know where they are.
Your skin, so soft and gorgeous fair,
I long for its caress…
I'd love to feel your soft, soft skin,
Made into a new dress.
Your white teeth will my jewelry be,
So jealous are the girls,
Red in the face, they'll see your bone,
The brooch in my long curls.
Inside my head there are voices,
They tell me what to do.
They whisper "scratch
In Between Cases"Sherlock, please, the wall!" John Watson emerged from his room, wearing his usual creamy-white sweater and a light blue shirt underneath.In Between Cases3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The revolver let out another loud bang, which made John jump. Slightly.
He should be used to it. It had been only a few days since the last case, but none the less Sherlock was bored. And a bored Sherlock never boded well. He had started out by shooting at his usual wall, and then he had just been lying on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. And this morning he had been shooting at everything.
John had been patient, but when a bullet whizzed through his room, he'd known it'd have to stop.
"Sherlock, couldn't you please just..." John started, walking into the living room. But he'd barely crossed his own threshold, as another loud noise disrupted at 221B Baker Street.
John snapped his head around too fast, making his neck sear with pain.
"Sherlock! John! Hello!" Anderson called, as he and Lestrade entered the living room. He looked from John
MYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of SoulMYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of Soul3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the labyrinth of darkest dreams, I am the pitch
of coldest night
In the solace of the blackest dawn I seek you
Where unblinking eyes sojourn in forests wild,
the kiss of ash and sanguine bespeaks
Whispers of a thousand skies rust and fall
The syrup of the gloaming hums thru the trees..
Obsidian mists bejewel the hunger of my soul,
like silhouettes dissolving into the poise of talons
In murk of scorched grove, Witches tears drip from
the leaves caressing the tip of my tongue
Acrid winds scented by forbidden incantations,
slither deep into the prelude of Love's sacrament
In shallow of ebon fields I bask in beautiful decay,
as black roses drift in ballads of nocturnal reverie
Beneath the providence of dark stars, I am the river;
the ink which you lust mystic poison & naked flesh
Undress thy ache upon sable breath, drink my gaze
Covet my shadow, unto forever you shall drown
Arthur Crow © 2012
In Between Cases - 3John opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a number of minutes. His brows furrowed. It wasn't his ceiling.In Between Cases - 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
He moved around a bit. And not his sheets. Or even his bed. He turned, and looked around. It was Sherlock's room. What was he...? Had it been a dream?
"John could you bring me your phone?" Sherlock said from the living room. John glanced at the clock, just to notice that there wasn't one. He slid out of bed, realizing he was wearing that same shirt he'd worn the day before.
What worried him was not that it was the shirt from the previous day, but the fact that he was wearing it to bed. To Sherlock's bed.
He rubbed his head slowly, and walked out of the room. Odd. He wasn't hung over.
Sherlock was lying on the couch, legs and arms sprawled everywhere. Dressed in his black silk robe, with his black hair ruffled and slightly plastered to his forehead. John forgot how to breathe for a moment. He adjusted his trousers slightly.
Carefully he moved to the couch, and sat on the edge
I bet you cut"I bet you cut yourself," he says and it takesI bet you cut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of me and more, and there is nothing to take. I laugh
and cry a little inside. Die a little more and smile
"Of course not."
He stares at me and it's like one of those dreams where you're
Naked and I want to shove my guts in my mouth and burn in Heaven,
rip my scalpel through my thigh, throw my skull at a window and let the
Pain in my body overwhelm the pain in my heart.
"I'm joking," he says and I think I should feel bad for him, instead I
Hate him a little. He's grinning and I think about how I'd love to
Carve his face into the Joker.
"I know," I say and I hate myself a little, too.
He's gone back to me, front to his friends
and you'd think this was to become a nice old love story but
Happy endings only happen in books.
"I do," I whisper and I laugh because it sounds like a wedding vow and I
don't think I'll marry and I don't think I can. I'm scarred and eventually
my scars will have scars
and there will be no amoun
In Between Cases - 2Sherlock had pestered him even more than usual the rest of the day. He'd had to make tea several times, as Sherlock would drink it like a normal person would breathe. He'd also had to fetch him everything from a spoon to his own laptop.In Between Cases - 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
He'd also send several messages. For Sherlock. He'd cleaned some of the mess. That Sherlock had made. He'd generally been busy doing everything and nothing for Sherlock all day.
But he was finally leaving. Pulling his jacket onto one arm, he leaned into the kitchen. "Sherlock, I'm going now." He said. Sherlock barely lifted his head, but just continued staring at the microwave. "Have fun, John." He said, shrugging lightly. John paused, studying Sherlock slightly. "Are you okay?" He asked carefully. Sherlock nodded.
"Now go have fun." Sherlock said. John blinked a few times. "Are you sure? I don't have to go. Are you alright?" he looked with worry at Sherlock.
"Go." Sherlock said sternly.
John jumped at the tone, then nodded to himself. "I will. See you
Font.I want to be in black and white, words written on a page.Font.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a plot that thickens at every turn the reader cant look away.
Turn me into Mystery being solved by a gloomy, brooding victor.
Or maybe a great Romance with a "Happily Ever After"
Write me into Fantasy to transcend all your realities.
With a hero who is so bold, to test my fair formalities.
Compose a great Tragedy of star crossed lovers torn apart.
I will be the weeping widow who dies from a broken heart.
Create a suspenseful Horror and I will be your screaming victim.
Yet when the monster sets in for the kill, I find a way to outwit him.
I want to be in black and white, but this all seems to much to write.
The answer is not a novel, or poem, no its a quite bit more easy.
Grab a scrap of this or that and with your pen just quickly scratch,
"I Love You, Love Me."
DXM 1You do not have to close your eyes to see ..whats insideDXM 16 years ago in Open More Like This
awakening unconscious mind, using more than the usual 10%
new dimensions and senses become of, unequippable though
icons/familiar things are seen and created in everything
consciousness similar to computer processes with priority
overflow of consciousness into perception/reality complex
Awakens timeless senses and dimensions outside illusions
Note of QuestionDearest,Note of Question3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Is this really goodbye?
Into the LightThe moon tonight is, simply, a white noteInto the Light3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
adrift, spinning. It patiently tracks the breeze
on the edge of genesis, floating in motes
of static. On the surface, it seems at ease.
Light filters through oak leaves and coats
its thrall, the summer heat's slow weave
through the river's margins to the throat
of the sea. Small fish leap up to tease
the moon tonight. Simply, this white note
rotates its body like thread released
from reel, alters its position over nodes
I Am HumanToes crushed into the highheels he bought me, I walked along the side walk with my purse trying to escape my shoulder. My head was down so passing people wouldn't see the make-up on my face and call me "ugly" again. While my legs moved faster than before, the black dress my beloved found beautiful began to ride up my body and expose my disgusting looking knees. I quickly yanked down the dress and continued this fast pace, continued onward to where he waited for me in our cozy living room by the TV.I Am Human3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My purse dropped but I did not want to stop and retrieve it so I progressed on. A voice behind me called out for me to stop because the person had picked up the purse, my heart sunk deep into my stomach. I did not turn to face the approaching foot-steps, I did not speak when the young woman handed me the purse, I did not cry when she looked at my face and screamed in pure disgust. I did snatch my purse and run faster than I have before, breaking one of my heels a few feet away from the house
EnvyMaiden.Envy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The space between us is slant rhyme,
Burning-in, saturation, and exposure time,
Ink curves he drew from a lead line,
The way his fingers fit in yours,
Instead of mine.
You are difficult to hone, granite.
I am prone to severing.
You are a vestige made of stone
That I could never be.
Are you what is happening to me?
Rain and gravity have
Weathered the weaker parts
They leave you standing
Strong, a pyramid, a mountain.
I am haunted: a cliff, daunted
By the sea.
The Sight- A Different EndingThe Sight- A Different Ending5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Different Ending
I had written this like... months ago. Before I even graduated. And I don't know why I felt so scared to put it up, probably because warriors is the only real fanfiction I've ever worked on. This was something I had done to make myself feel better, and I know there's hundereds of other fanfics where Larka ends up being alive, but yeah xD
If you read on, you'll realize how much of the original text I kept. A lot ^^
This takes place after the wolves leave Harja. This is my take on the scene where Slavka finds the pack again.
Kar was lying on his own one wintry night, though, when suddenly he looked up. A shape was making its way through the trees, approaching his family's resting place. The Varg stood and marched towar
Mermaid SashimiDeep under the weight of an ocean of caught fish and crabs she lay twisted in a suffocated stupor. Her gills competed pointlessly against her net-mates for the precious air dissolved in the water, and the reserves in her lungs had been long since depleted. Her mind danced a downbeat funeral march between dull, delusion-like memory in the dark, and the claustrophobic slime of a thousand dying fish flavored by a vague notion of survival.Mermaid Sashimi4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She knew that death was swimming closer and closer but she could no longer tell why or where from.
Then Death and her putrefying touch faded back out to the edges of her mind. She stretched as though she hadn't swum straight in days and launched herself through the narrow waters of the coastal planes. There the sand stretched endlessly in all directions coming to a fade-line so thin and sharp it could have been the horizon. No land rise, no dark water.
She didn't touch the sand, she didn't touch the air. She was simply tunneling through the water a
Gender ThoughtsGender Thoughts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pushing an idea
giving a chance
to be a different
an opportunity to
a way to breathe
a way to see
that's foreign to
a magic brew
to change how they all see
like a branding tattoo
wrongly branded you
disavow, you seal your lips
like a solar eclipse
it overshadows you
Redbud TreeRedbud Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting ‘neath the redbud tree
Hand in hand,
I can see it clear,
You and me as one.
But the leaves have fallen,
And time’s gone on.
Winter’s brought it’s chill.
Though in my heart
You always are,
Now it’s pain I feel.
If you ever again come
To this sacred spot,
Make sure to sit with me.
For time goes on,
But love lives forever
Beneath the redbud tree.