Why I Stopped WritingHere's a little story about me,Why I Stopped Writing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about my skill to paint a grim little scene,
to make the mind creak,
to talk of those things which we don't like to speak.
I was a girl of sixteen and I had a dream,
to exist so broken hearted that I would know,
know to the core,
that love was as real as I thought it should have been.
I was dramatic to say the least and wrote poems spanning ages,
wrote of crashed cars and seeing those eyes again later,
FEELING that stare,
knowing that though time had passed,
he'd not actually gone anywhere.
English class came,
seemed so lame,
most days in the back with the boys,
getting out of work with the most clever ploys.
Then one day the teacher said,
we could share our writing,
with all the others,
to my in
Looking for a meaning, or a chair.The bed creaks when I walk down its ladder,Looking for a meaning, or a chair.4 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
Her Silent SuicideSolid oceans, liquid skies, a silent suicideHer Silent Suicide2 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…
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 Perfect WorldMy perfect world is one of strifeMy Perfect World2 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..
Poisoned LullabiesCradle me with bloody hands and wipe away my criesPoisoned Lullabies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hush me into my sweet sleep with poisoned lullabies…
Death of a CutterIt broke.Death of a Cutter2 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
Dreaming Of BloodDreaming Of Blood2 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
a dollYou created mea doll2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
painted me in porcelain
and dressed me up so nice
with frills and bows and lace
You made me
and my smile was only for you
I was bought by you
with sugary words and affection
as sweet as the candy you fed me
A china doll
sitting on your shelf and
waiting to be played with
and even collecting dust
I still smiled
only for you
Even when you painted my cheeks
with black and blue
and let me crack
you didn't care
to fix me
Taping loosely over the wounds
until I broke again
My frills flattened and bows wrinkled
and lace dirty with grime
shoved away to a back corner
of your closet
until you finally get bored again
A Dark Artist's HeartNow take me down to my dark and sombre placeA Dark Artist's Heart2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So I can write woeful words such as this
But don’t leave me there to give life to my thoughts
As I’m cursed with such soft and slender wrists
And hands that are capable of mastering
The medicine bottles infant safe lock
No more than three a day the prescription says
I peel off the label and down the lot
Now take me down to my dark and sombre place
Where skies are as black as a raven’s wing
And with no potential to spread them out wide
With my meek, melancholic offerings
Just a pin prick of light in the sable sky
Like the raven’s eye within its feathers
And as it blinks moments before taking flight
I am cast into darkness forever
Now take me down to my dark and sombre place
Where each word I write feels like burning wax
Slowly dripping over my eyes, nose and lips
Till it sets into a full facial cast
Leading to paralysis of countenance
Or at least indeed the absence of one
The candelabra embellishes my plight
But this w
The DollhouseAn old wooden door, set into the brick,The Dollhouse2 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.
CastleCome with me, little girlCastle2 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...
AlwaysTaste the mold upon your tongue, the taste of bitter youthAlways2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Past the sweetest coating, see yourself embrace the truth
See your hands now covered in the bloody shade of red
Scratching at your very skin to rid of what they said
Out your very flesh comes something you now do despise
Ugly and horrific, these words pierce you such as knives.
Slowly, as your blood does drip upon the very ground
Slowly, oh so slowly, you escape without a sound
Painful steps do hurt me, yet, I never seem to care
Nobody appreciates, but always, i am there...
bedtime stories don't quite go this wayonce upon a time--bedtime stories don't quite go this way2 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
The making of a blizzard (Loki's fall)The air is cold to touchThe making of a blizzard (Loki's fall)2 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
It BeginsOnce upon a fairy tale within a world so deadIt Begins2 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...
Liquid ChainsLiquid chains hold onto me like darkness of the nightLiquid Chains2 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…
SchizophreniaShh.Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look behind you.
"Are you okay?"
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
"What's wrong with you?"
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Or we'll do the job for you.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
This is how I live.
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop being ignorant
Bloody LiesJust left with broken promisesBloody Lies3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The shards scatter the floor.
Cut my foot on one and then I'll
Bleed 'til I'm no more.
I laugh maniacally as I cry
And slam my head against the door.
I scratch my arms because they itch
'cause they wanna bleed some more.
Laughing, crying, singing, bleeding
Are nothing but verbs to me.
I'll carelessly flail about as I
Dance the dance of insanity.
My heart has become as knotted as
The necklace I had gotten from you.
It's cruel that I can't strangle myself with it
For my death is long overdue.
Here me now, God, for I have sinned
My last confession was
Whenever I last begged you to bring me down
And you failed me because
I pleaded to you for mercy
And had been given lies instead.
I'm just so tired of waiting.
Just get it over with, I want to be dead.
depressionone, two, three, four,depression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drop your razors on the floor
five, six, seven, eight,
cuts are done, your too late
nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
I've got some secrets that scars can't tell
thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten,
blood keeps running like fallen men
nine, eight, seven, six,
I've paid the price-nothing to fix
five, four, three, two,
cuts made, scars stuck like glue
one, zero, negative one,
the pain won't stop, it's never done
And So Went The Bullet"Really, I'm sorry, I don't have a choiceAnd So Went The Bullet2 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.
Swan SongSorry, so sorrySwan Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your eyes full of tears
sorry is not enough
Worry, oh worry
it took all our years
and ten thousand dimes
couldn't soothe my wroth
And what now, you say
can I not make this thing okay?
You scream at me in fear
that tomorrow I won't be here
I still remember the man I loved
I wonder why he went
into the wind like a scent
But smiling I think again
you can never be far
and how could you, when
you're always with your car
And still I see that girl
the last one, all your world
you left her to be with me
oh, can you feel the irony?