Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
Fading Shades of GreyDearest reader, please think twice before you try to speakFading Shades of Grey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words can be like knives that cause the victim to grow weak
Thoughts can be as bullets shooting freely through the sky
Injuring the innocent with every spoken lie
Please forget my laughter, please forget my broken heart
Please do not remember how you tore my life apart
Leave me as a memory that slowly fades to grey
Spend your days as usual, and I shall fade away
Listen to my cry for help, although it is too late
I've become the monster that you struggled to create
Trying to be perfect was a wonderful mistake…
Now I mustn't worry about which chance I will take.
Please erase all memory of who I tried to be
Please do not remember how I tried to be set free
Please do not be saddened under any circumstance …
What's makes now so different from when you still had a chance?
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
EscapeEmpty twisted promises within a world so deadEscape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Memories of heartache cradle thoughts inside my head
Wounds continue bleeding on forgotten storybooks
Listen to your nightmares and the happiness they took
Can't you see the shadows with the knives inside their hands?
Watching you as they invade your secret wonderland
Silence won't protect you from the thoughts inside your mind
Nobody can save you from the torture on rewind
I can't see the people, but they're always seeing me
Anywhere and everywhere… they never let me be
Sometimes they stand quietly behind my bedroom door
Sometimes it's the microphones they hide under the floor
Sometimes it's the cameras in the ceilings or the wall
This time it's the photo frames… they'll kill me if they fall.
Everybody tells me that it's all inside my head
All I'll ever know is that I'm better if I'm dead
Maybe it's imagination gone completely wrong
If it's just my own creations, why are they so strong?
Maybe I can fight the tears and other things I dread
Skies of GreyShadows burn beneath my soulSkies of Grey3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Into a life you'll never know
This is what i'm forced to be
Through the world's eternity
Demon on the wall
I hear your angry call
So sink into my thought
And let me breathe again
Let me win the war and
Fight the silver swords and
I'll release the demon
I have kept within
Tell my every villain
I have found a way
I can see solutions
Skies of grey...
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
The recipe for a relationshipThe recipe for building a loving relationship:The recipe for a relationship5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Prep. 1 month Bake: years Makes: 2 serving
2 cups love
1/2 tsp. listening
1 cup acceptance
1/4 tbsp. support
1 tsp. romance
3 cups of understanding
1/2 cup honesty
1/4 tsp. affection
3/4 tbsp. loyalty
1. Stir all these ingredients together except the phrase "I love you". Leave that out for 3 month or whenever it feels right.
2. Bake for years and don't ever let it cool down.
3. Never add cheating or abuse to the mix or else the recipe will fall apart. If done correctly results should end in marriage and children.
ConstructDelving into the originsConstruct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of what makes an individual
Who are you? Who am I?
There’s a lack of understanding,
Yet we jump to judge
And claim to know
That which we could never understand
Attempts are seldom made
To investigate the unknown
To strive to discover
Those we claim to know
From the inside out
Extract the innermost thoughts
In place there is an idealist mirage
To which our beliefs shall cling to
In desperation, or disbelief
It’s the construct of our mindset
That leads us all astray
Dark DisguiseFeel the broken heartbeats ripping through your troubled soulDark Disguise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing through your very skin to take complete control
Hear the words among your tongue through voices not your own
Slicing through the air and fighting for the golden throne
Sorrowful, you disappear into the shadows thick
Blanketing yourself with thoughts so cruel, so cold, so sick
Knowing that if only you had someone to be near
Every aching memory would likely disappear
Shattered bits of moonlight shine upon the broken earth
Proving once again how much an echo may be worth
Let the damaged hearts unite and save them from the lies
Let them see that love is not always a dark disguise…
I can see itI can feel the shadows taking thoughts from deep insideI can see it3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel their poison sinking far into my mind
I can hear the little girl, so innocent, so sweet
I can taste the venom in the few things I do eat
I can hear them calling me, my name upon their tongues
I can feel them all around me, filling up my lungs
I can feel their every breath, so warm upon my skin
I can feel their vicious souls appearing from within
I can feel it, I can hear it, right in front of me
Why do you ignore it? You are not the one who sees…
Two versions of LoveYou tell me that loveTwo versions of Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just doesn't exist
Just a lie that's spoken
While your heart is in bits.
You tell me that Love
Is all but hidden misery
Only the strong are happy
But even they fall prey to it.
You tell me that Love
is just a made up word
made up by the script
But the real thing is unheard.
You Cry to me that love
is the source of your tears
And has only brought you misery
Through out all your years.
But let me tell you that love
Truly does exist
Its there every time your here
When together we sit.
Let me tell you that love
Hides all the misery
it shields the weak from the pain
Lets them live in harmony.
Let me tell you that love
Is more than just a word
its a feeling in your heart
Ignited by three words.
Now i plead to you that love
Will cure you of your tears
So take my hand and i promise
I'll show you how Love feels.
Hope (Him Alone)We all are a little crackedHope (Him Alone)2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the pressures of reality.
We are all a little broken
From scorching tragedies.
We all carry burdens.
We all bear deep scars.
But hope is found,
Hope is gained.
Hope is here,
And will remain.
THE DIRTY DOGTHE DIRTY DOG8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Dirty Dog
By Philip Brocklehurst
Down a green meadow, across the blue river, lay a quiet little village. A peaceful community never stirred by any chaotic hustle and bustle, never frantic as the city life many miles over. Located on the outside of the small village lived one family in particular: the Trenchers.
Mr. and Mrs. Trencher, a humble farmer, a big bushy beard like that of Father Christmas, warm greeting eyes, a face of a worker and a bulging gut, and his wife, flowing locks of blonde hair, eyes the shine of sapphires, the face of the sweetest that could be. People often wondered why she married a man of such gruffness, the answer was simple: she loved him. The husband and wife lived with their two kids, Ian and Tisa, a cheeky rascal of 8 and delicate sweetest angel of 5. Mommy's boy, Daddy's girl.
Although not a perfect family by any means, they'd have their quarrels, disagreements, family feuds. The family stood together through thick and thin, through thunderous storms a
I Am a WriterI am a writer.I Am a Writer2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulderSecond Shadow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul
To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes
Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
The World Wide WebAll this information at our fingertipsThe World Wide Web2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet we choose to look at cats?
Freedom to voice our every thought
A privilege left unchecked
A steaming pit of tricks and trolls
Accessories now abused
Drowning in the vanity
And self obsessed depravity
Our lives uploaded; digitalised
Essence poured upon the screen
Entitled to an opinion
Set up for a response
Like throwing a lump of meat
To a pack of wild dogs
“Ten years ago, these people would not be allowed crayons,
Let alone use of the internet”
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirrorCanvas Is The Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The paint drips down with my reflection
The canvas is my mirror
But only because
The canvas is me.
The canvas is your mirror
As the brush tickles its surface
The canvas is our mirror
The canvas is a mirror
The depth of the artwork stares back into my
After all, I do not paint a canvas
Because the canvas
My Mind...Let's draw a picture,My Mind...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a beautiful twist.
It starts on my thigh,
And ends on my wrist.
My eyes give me away,
Though there's a smile on my lips.
I want my bones to protrude,
Especially on my hips.
It's an everyday battle,
Until finally you disappear,
Because you screamed your lungs out,
But nobody wanted to hear.
Cry yourself to sleep,
Another sleepless night,
Trapped in my own fucking mind.
I've been told that dreams,
Can come true.
But they forgot to mention,
That nightmares are dreams too.
So when will I wake up from mine,
Because I'm in a race against time.
Her Silent SuicideSolid oceans, liquid skies, a silent suicideHer Silent Suicide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Close your eyes and hold your breath so you'll enjoy the ride
Drink the vodka, drink the wine, and drink until you're dead
Hush the others, let them go, and love yourself instead
Bathe beneath the alcoholic's secret wonderland
Medication in your throat and whiskey in your hand
Solid oceans never beat the sand among the shore
Liquid skies melt through the wind and slowly hit the floor
Silence drowns the universe as all does fade to black..
Through a silent suicide… now there's no turning back…
Looking for a meaning, or a chair.The bed creaks when I walk down its ladder,Looking for a meaning, or a chair.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
louder than a rocking chair.
I never did mind it; it reminds me that it's still intact.
My room looks like a basement,
a basement with a view on the side.
Exactly what you'd think the inside of a mildly clean vacuum looks like.
I'd like to expand; have more space.
But, I'd have nothing to fill it with.
It would just be like everything else in here.
I have a table that looks like it had its legs cut off
since I need to be hunched over to "comfortably" use it.
It's not that bad; I enjoy the pleasantries that a stiff back snapping can bring.
I have a picture frame hanging on the wall. It'll mean something to me once I get a picture.
I knew this one guy who saw it as a piece of art.
I just told him that it was empty, which he always replied with "exactly.”
Next to the top of the bunk bed there's the window.
I admire the view for as long as it takes.
I don't know if it's the lucrative sleep,
but what I keep seeing fills me with
Losing a FriendDreams, no.Losing a Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning, spiraling, chasing you everywhere you go
"It had to happen."
No, it didn't.
Turn off the light.
Stop breathing, it's not worth it.
Play a sad song in your head
"Are you okay?"
I miss you.
I miss your voice
How could you be?
"It's not your fault."
Slowly, let it poison you
Let it sink into your mind
"You'll get better."
No I won't.
"It was meant to happen."
No it wasn't.
No.. he's not.
... "I know."
Liquid ChainsLiquid chains hold onto me like darkness of the nightLiquid Chains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Armor, swords, and helmets from the times of death and fright
Paper used to save me in the darkest of all times
Letting out my anger in a silly mess of rhymes
Damaged by the memories of all I've never done
Ruined by the echoes, for the torture has begun.
Capture me with lies and tear me down with words of gold
Platinum and silver hold the stories left untold
Armor made of paper, as the moonlight fades to black
Liquid chains hold onto me, and I cannot fight back…
Suppressed BrillianceAm I insane or philosophical?Suppressed Brilliance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are my theories minute or astronomical?
Irrelevant or significant?
Are the machinations of my brain
Foolish or magnificent?
Thank God that I am resilient,
Because you have been suppressing my brilliance
All this time telling me that I am crazy
But you were wrong all along
Failing to see that I fit the pieces
Of life’s puzzle together differently
To compose a unique song,
Just because you don’t understand
My thought process,
Doesn’t mean that you are smarter than me,
Watch me create a wonder,
And you shall see….