Looking for a meaning, or a chair.The bed creaks when I walk down its ladder,Looking for a meaning, or a chair.1 year 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
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.
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…
In HindsightI'm not ready to meet you yet,In Hindsight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to have a mental breakdown
That I'd rather you didn't see.
You can meet me down the road
When my mess is just a story,
Part of my mysteriously alluring past
Not the painfully present now
It will seem so romantic,
My idealised mental anguish,
When you don't have to deal with it
Day after day
I'm sorry to tell you,
But please come back later
When I'm a bit saner
And you somewhat braver
And both a lot easier to love.
Sleep ParalysisIt is suffocating. This force, a nightly visitor, watches over me. I’d thought I’d gotten rid of it, but there he is, crouching on the ceiling above me.Sleep Paralysis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyes are shut tight, blocking out the dim streetlight streaming through my window like the great wooden doors of a fort. My hands are clenched on the blankets I’m pulling in tighter, despite the sweat beginning to mat my hair. The world around me begins to blur away as I focus something, anything, to take me away from this darkness. His presence intoxicates me momentarily, for he wears the mask of sleep, but I recognize soon recognize him and begin to panic. My mind races, frantically searching for a happy memory, but these peaceful visions only leave me open and defenseless.
He seizes the opportunity, and swoops down towards my face. I don’t even feel him land. This ferociously graceful beast, now hunched over me, lets his jaw drop. The piecing drone of five sleepless nights is echoed in his cry. He sits on
My Perfect WorldMy perfect world is one of strifeMy Perfect World3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With tears and blood flowing free
Corpses and limbs will litter the streets
A courtesy to Death from only me
My ambitions will bear fruit
Red crimson, no other hue
Pictures will dot the remaining walls
Wistful ramblings shown with melancholic rue
The paintings speak of tragedy
Eternal suffering with no end
Of the figures that lie beneath and under ground
Faces; masks of agony and torment
Smoky plants flourish
Sprouting from maroon dirt
The flowers fall, wilting
Not a single petal unhurt
This is the world I longed for
A world where no one speaks
And nothing is left, nothing that lives
Or even a little seed
This is the world where no one is alone
For everyone reunites in death
And hurtful words and sneers are never spoken
For there isn't a single breath
There is no pain
For nothing likely can compare
There are no social statuses
For as corpses all are fair
This is the world I dreamed for
Where all my wishes wholly came true
But why is it, then..
Death of a CutterIt broke.Death of a Cutter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside every man there is something more dear to him than life itself. A man may lose his head, his arm, his eyes, or even his life, but he is still recognizable as a man. But a man must never lose his soul, lest he become no better than the beasts he once hunted. A traitor to his beliefs, crushing that which makes up this inexplicable organ, is doomed to live the remainder of his days hollow, no longer living but merely undying. Men with broken souls are biological clockwork, rusting out their days until they break down into wet cogs and gears.
So cherished, and yet so fragile.
It happened while protecting the corrupt government from another rebellion. There was always good money in protecting bad people, and with such occurences happening every few months, it was easy money, too. I was the greatest of all cutters, the damned mercenaries hired by those totalitarian bastards. Having given myself over to the bloodlust, I tore through enemy lines, only to find myself facing
CastleCome with me, little girlCastle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's watch the rose pedals fall
Let's bury your castle
And put up a brick wall
Lets rip off your butterfly wings
And place them in your grave
The demons have come to get you
You better start to behave
Come with me, little girl
For you can only have the gown for an hour
Do they love you, or love you not,
Ripping pedals off a flower
Come with me, little girl
Let's open your scars
And bury your castle,
In the girl you no longer are...
The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 2The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Staccato bursts echoed among crumbling brick walls, then faded to silence.
"Freaking neurots," he grumbled.
"...a small band of renegades escaped the quarantine area this morning and managed to make it into the Buffer Zone. They carried ancient projectile weapons, but were quickly apprehended before they could enter the city. No citizens of Shore were harmed..."
With a sideways finger flick, Torbin muted the holographic projection hanging just in front of him. There was a light pressure against the finger, as if pushing a lever.
He continued to monitor a dozen news channels nearly simultaneously, periodically changing the volumes, or pausing some to concentrate on others. The movements of his hands and fingers were merely a blur. He felt vibrations, textures. Images coalesced, to be stored...somewhere. There was little distinction between mind and global library.
A pulsing hum in his ear indi
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
The making of a blizzard (Loki's fall)The air is cold to touchThe making of a blizzard (Loki's fall)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the burn of frost
Before a teething blizzard
Ice as eerie and green as Death
Stretches bony fingers
From window sils
And the snapping kiss of silver
That electrifies the sky
With chill'd clarity beyond words
Is so dry and cynical
That your tears shrivel
Back into your eyes to freeze
Your bloodstream clot by clot
Mocking your broken world
With whispers of suns as pale
As diamonds, starbursting across
The ancient horizon to blind
Cruel eyes into emerald crescents
Fey as the poisons kings inhale
From crystalline goblets studded
With amethysts and the taste of ozone
(After the dark purple temper
Of charcoal'd thunderstorms)
You wish you minded the cold
That it hurt more, soothed less
But from this altered angle
In the barren, bitter ice and snow
The shattered pieces of your heart
Catch the light, prisming beautifully
Your tragedy is art beyond perfection
And a smile curls at your blueing lips
Even as you choke laughter
More fragile and derisive than curses
Dreaming Of BloodDreaming Of Blood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreaming Of Blood
I lay solemnly asleep-
Crimson droplets rain down
The heavens are weeping for me-
Releasing all the tears that I won't
I'm cradled by the secrets from within
And the promises of hope that I'm afraid to sing
Along with those memories that bring me to the very brink
My closed eyes peer up at the sun-stained sky
Painting a portrait of a desired life
Yearning to feel what it's like to live without strife
As my unconscious hand reaches for a trustworthy knife
I open myself up for the first time
And experience my body shiver and cry
A RED RELEASE! / A LIQUID SCREAM!
A CHAIN UNLEASHED! / A NIGHTMARE FREED!
Casting away the years of past consequences
I hit rock-bottom many times before- so I'll do anything to become painless
I temporarily let go and stop another era of darkness
And I can feel once again from acting so careless
I consider it harmless if I survive my own carna
Poems Are Not Peanuts!!!!!!!!!!You! Yes, You!!!Poems Are Not Peanuts!!!!!!!!!!1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long Or Short
Poems Are Not Peanuts!!!!!!!!!!
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…
bedtime stories don't quite go this wayonce upon a time--bedtime stories don't quite go this way3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no wait, that's wrong.
let's not start our story that way.
you find yourself in your bathtub,
the water scalding
and risen as high as the rim itself.
you find yourself submerged
and screaming out for somebody to help
you are being drowned.
monsters as black as the sky
are tearing at your ankles,
cackling and pulling you down and out of sight
and water splashes out of the
tub and you are seeing nothing
but old memories that stick to your throat
when you can do nothing but cry.
you find yourself in your shower,
curled up in a corner furthest
from the water because
you are afraid that cold water will wash
away your sins.
you are afraid that if that water touches
you in the slightest bit, you
will melt like the wicked witch, and
you haven't felt enough suffering to die
in such an easy way.
melting is far less painful than the ways
that cross your mind when
water falls over your eyes and stings and
you can do nothing but make
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."
MonsterWaters of the ocean beating up against the shoreMonster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Birds as free as dreams leaving me lifeless on the floor
Shattered, broken glass among the shadows of the ground
Voices spinning, spiraling without a single sound
Shining liquid sunsets falling slowly to the earth
Skies made out of platinum and lies of lost self-worth
Troubles drowning hearts and worries drenching hopeless minds
Piercing cries reminding us of all we've left behind
Tears made out of mirrors, windows from abandoned dreams
Sunlight made of darkness, laughter made from unheard screams
Homes built from the hatred that was once inside their souls
Forests made of suicide, from when they lost control
Midnight is the silence that we longed to hear once more
Though I fight the battles, I refuse to fight the war
Unkept silver clocks hang noiselessly upon the wall
Hear the silent footsteps of the lovely broken doll
Whispers of the roses grasp the things we'll never know
Fear the twisted, darkened memories of long ago
Words made out
It BeginsOnce upon a fairy tale within a world so deadIt Begins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lies a broken woman with a thought inside her head
Grab the knife and let it sink into your aching skin
Start to feel the pain again and slowly it begins...
Poisoned LullabiesCradle me with bloody hands and wipe away my criesPoisoned Lullabies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hush me into my sweet sleep with poisoned lullabies…
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.Framed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped him with his leather suitcase,
struggling to get a grip of the situation
I gave a habitual kiss goodbye. Awkward. ]
[ He met another girl in group therapy.
They had a mad, passionate affair for a year
then, it expired. Shortly after, she did too.
He came to me, life turning to sand. ]
[ I forgave him at my birthday party
surrounded by friends wh
The DollhouseAn old wooden door, set into the brick,The Dollhouse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cracked dirty glass, the panes very thick.
The rusty brass knob turns slowly with a groan,
You realize it's turning completely on its own.
You can't stop now, your interest has peaked,
You walk inside, each step with a creak.
Shelves line the walls, dusty and old,
As the door swings shut, you shiver- it's cold.
Glass eyes all around, do they move? You can't tell.
Each doll stares down, each doll smiles still.
You glance all around, and as you look,
You don't see that one little shelf has one empty nook.
You soon turn to leave, there's nobody there,
You won't come again, not even on a dare.
You suddenly find that the door is far away,
You're looking down from a very high place.
You cannot move, except for your eyes,
And then suddenly, you realize.
The other dolls' eyes are moving, it's true,
And now there's one more doll. It's you.
And So Went The Bullet"Really, I'm sorry, I don't have a choiceAnd So Went The Bullet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After I do this, they might hear my voice
After the bullet is coated in red
All my unspoken words will have been said."
"Please, put it back, set it down on the floor
Though you feel you cannot take anymore
All that I ask is that you'll see the sun
Rather that treating your wounds with the gun."
Slowly, I stared into his tearful eyes
Holding the weapon with my last goodbyes.
"Sweetheart, I thought you should be first to know
Yes, I am sorry, but I must let go."
Holding the trigger and ready to shoot
Ready to end this destructive dispute…
"Baby, I'm begging, too many love you…"
And so went the bullet… for I loved him too.
Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 17 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Duane Blackburn was on full alert as he entered the 15th District. He drove in such a way as to not attract attention from the casual bystander, but his eyes constantly scanned the way ahead and his mirrors, keen to catch the first hint of danger. Had it been ten years ago, this district of The Bronx would be densely packed with all manner of human beings. Now, the downtrodden district was a cultural melting pot for the variety of alien races that encompassed the Galactic Collective. With the interstellar wars brewing beyond the Sol System, Earth became refugee central for all manner of aliens whose governments were involved.
The unified Earth Government warmly invited the extraterrestrial refugees in as a gesture of goodwill. What the aliens didn't know is that their human land lords would drop them in the worse living conditions possible, reserving the economically prosperous and industrialized areas solely for human occupants. The 15th was one of the five poorest congressional
Sophisticated WriterI'm not exactly the type of writerSophisticated Writer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you see regularly at the local cafe,
or the kind of artist who centers
all of her work around the studio.
Sometimes, I'm just the girl
who sits at home with the TV on,
brainstorming ideas for future poems,
and blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk.
Yep, I'm sophisticated for sure.