StayWhat would I doStay6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without a friend like you?
Who would I be
If you left me?
If you stay a while
I can make you smile.
I just can't bear to watch you go.
Do you recall how
We lived in the now?
When we woke up each day
Just to play?
I dread summer's end
As I'll miss you, my friend.
As warm turns to cold turns to snow.
In a momentIn a moment of despair,In a moment8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We never know what we do,
With the emotions running high,
We need to learn to hang on and think wise.
In a moment of pain,
Where the hurt grows stronger,
Making one weaker and desolate,
There should be a reminder that theres a better day coming soon.
In a moment of happiness,
We should never forget,
That itll never last forever,
So treasure it to make it an everlasting memory.
In a moment of love,
Ask yourself whether it is right,
Do you give more than you take,
Is it right and are you sure.
In a moment of loneliness,
One may find that the world spins slow,
But in truth it is a state of mind,
Which keeps you from seeing the brighter side of life.
In a moment of lust,
Think ahead of your actions,
Make sure you dont do anything,
To hurt anyones feelings.
In a moment of lying,
Dont ever take things for granted,
For the pain and hurt that you might create,
Will last longer and hurt ever more.
In a moment like this,
Advice and philosophy
A silent wishThrough the night the stars shine bright,A silent wish8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon unveils its immaculate beauty and light,
How I wish I could be the moon in his sky,
To give him all the light, the shine and the beauty.
If only the winds would blow this way,
And let me have my way with the breeze,
Give me the one chance I ask for so intently,
In this silent night of darkness.
I would then shine above the darkest sky,
Onto the clearest of them all,
For nothing would lie in my power to truly show,
The meaning he has brought into my life.
The warmth of this love that resides in silence,
The hope that grows without much light,
Will shine forever more,
And all I will do is spread this shine,
And make him feel and get the best that this life of mine could ever give.
Set Me FreeSet Me Free6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
God is weeping.
Track marks line the young woman's arms in two almost perfect rows and her thin fingers fumble with fitting the needle in place. Her hands are shaking, but she manages to inject the liquid into her rapidly thinning veins.
She hasn't picked up her tattered Bible in months. When the prayers didn't work, the heroine always did. If she couldn't get the heroine, she'd pray for it. She sincerely believed that God was providing her with her fix when really God was weeping and allowing it to happen for a greater purpose, though His heart ached for her.
In a tiny bathroom two streets over lived a teenage boy with bloodshot eyes and bright red streaks on his chest. The wounds were weeping red, but the boy's face was expressionless. By this point, he no longer even felt the pain.
Trembling hands bring the vodka bottle to his lips and he chugs it down, savoring the burning sensation that is now the only thing that makes him feel alive. This boy has never even held a Bible before. I
Dirt Beneath the CobblesDirt Beneath the Cobbles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
London did not make itself an easy city to love; Christina knew that better than most. Keeping her eyes fixed to the cobbles underfoot, she forced herself to ignore the flood of people crowding into the streets, focusing on following the map tucked away in her memory. The 'In-Between' ran across the bridges of London. An area where the nobility could be found, braving the fetid air drifting across from the slums, gawking at the poor, worthless people who fell into the wrong side of London.
Pulling the rim of her hat lower Christina shrugged past the well dressed sightseers, slipping into the maze of narrow alleyways and filthy terraces which made up the slims. Sidestepping beggars; who huddled in doorways with outstretched palms, she gripped onto her collar, hiding behind the discoloured leather as she moved quickly. Here was where the unsavoury were kept out of sight. The laws set by men like Christina's father forbid those 'of less than pleasing appearance' to step onto the far banks
The Girl Behind The MaskThe Girl Behind The Mask4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Behind every line I with my shaking hands scramble down on the paper
Behind every tear that slowly roll down my red cheeks
Behind every slow step I take on this lonely wandering
Behind every heavy breath my lungs struggle to take
Behind this mask Im trying y hardest to wear
Is all the tears you will never see
All the screams you will never hear
All the problems that you cant solve
Almost a Scarlett KissAlmost a Scarlett KissAlmost a Scarlett Kiss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first time I met you, I knew you would become the most important person to me.
Every morning I wake up with the illusion of my mind, to reading your words, to see your photos... and when night falls, I can dream once more with you.
I never imagined that an angel like you could talk to me.
I think that you came down from heaven as a blessing in my life.
I love your eyes that reflect all your feelings that I adore.
I love when you touch your lips with your fingers... your beautiful velvet fingers, your scarlet lips even more wonderful. Those lips that I dream to kiss someday...
Every time I see you, a piece of sun lights in my hands.
And it’s because I adore everything in you, I love everything in you.
Though my heart is cloudy because I'm not with you, the light of your eyes always lead me to eternal happiness.
I even think that you are the master of the universe ... or at least my universe.
Your look, your angelic face, your divine smile…
his name was GabrielHe was oh so warm that night as he wrapped his arms around me and i buried myself in his chest. He was twice my size and twice as thin but those spidery arms always knew how to hold me close. I smelled like stale cologne in stark contrast to his lovely faint and flowery fragrance.. he was always a step ahead of me... always a tad bit more... But it didnt matter then. I was wrapped in his velvet arms and the whole world was crashing down around us. No proof of his existence, no proof of the love we shared... only swollen purple bruises and smudged black blotches. He was my safe place within those torn down walls. He was the only one who never saw all of the ugliness i hid under my mask. But he wasnt there to keep me safe or to make me happy... he was there to prove his point to the world... and so he did, for the cost of my broken heart in his hands...his name was Gabriel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never forgot that night in the cemetery or those days spent curled up on the couch. I never forgot all the stars falling down around u
the most beautiful thingThe girl with the blue eyes. Those blue eyes as beautiful as heaven itself ... that seem to take me to infinity ...the most beautiful thing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl with the blue eyes. Those blue eyes are so beautiful, I do remember the great sea, and my immense love for her.
The blue eyes girl ... that girl is so beautiful, then I remember how far is she from me ...
More than a dream. An impossible.
I liked to make her feel like a treasure that others should envy.
I locked in a kind of dark world all my sadness.
A moment for you ...
Lightweight, throbbing and cheerful, full of dreams and love.
She cried when I cried without even knowing why.
My search is not easy. How I can reach your heart?
She conveys a sweet craving.
I feel like I owed something to her, maybe my whole life will be enough sacrifice for her.
Be to me as I to her: eternal companions.
Your lips are so red ... to kiss better. Oh ... You make me feel so confused. I must make a sculpture, a work of art ... something that shows the greatness of your beauty.
Last StopsLast Stops3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kid was quiet for the first several hours after he had picked her up. Obe glanced at her occasionally, particularly when he changed the radio station, looking for a sign that he had found the one she liked. She was quiet, but expressive, and she wrinkled her nose for the first five that he tried. When he found a classic rock channel, she smiled slightly and her shoulders relaxed. She was staring out the window at the endless dusty desert, but he caught her stealing glances back at him several times. Obe was patient, and waited for her to start the conversation.
“I don’t remember how I got out here,” she said finally.
“That’s okay. Most people don’t.”
“Yeah, but it seems weird that I don’t remember how I got in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yeah. How did you get here?”
Obe smiled. The girl, who had told him she
Mother of the WoodMother of the Wood3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Link to the associated image: Úir, The Great
Not all creatures are born equal.
Úir made this clear when she made the world; from the blood of her womb and the skin of her hide and the hair from her mane. She made it so trees could not up their roots to escape a fire, she made it so the rabbit was not smart enough to outthink the fox, she made it so the wolf was always hungry for meat so it drove them mad with bloodlust. She made it so the Fawns, her greatest creation, were given all the tools to use the world as they saw fit. However, not all the Fawns accepted their gift as they should, and instead turned their backs on Úir, forgetting her divine grace and the gifts she bestowed upon them, so they became soft, weak, half-creatures.
Now, Úir is as kind as she is cruel, as is the way of things, and did not punish these creatures directly for their insolence, for she was the Mother of the Wood, and who was she to deal with such petty creat
i still love youCONVERSATION BETWEEN EX'S.i still love you5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Girl: Your new girlfriend is pretty (I bet she stole your heart)
Boy: Yeah, she is (but you're still the most beautiful girl I know)
Girl: I heard she's funny & amazing. (all the stuff I wasn't)
Boy: She sure is (but she's nothing compared to you)
Girl: I bet you know everything about her by now (like how you knew just about everything about me)
Boy: Only the stuff that count (I can't even remember the stuff she tells me when I think of you)
Girl: Well, I hope you guys last (because we never did)
Boy: I hope we do too (whatever happened to me & you?)
Girl: Well I got to go (before I start to cry)
Boy: Yeah me too (I hope you don't cry)
Girl: Bye (I still love you)
Boy: Later (I never stopped)
If you were my Konstantinereeking of stale cigarettesIf you were my Konstantine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beer in hand, walking down the street
ditched my shoes for a nice layer of skin
your fingers entwined with mine
i like your eyes
and your hands
and your tongue
i really like your tongue
i like your legs twisted with mine
and i like the way you tell me
you love me
that you really might fucking love me
you're just drunk
and i'm just in lust
and we're just fucked up
but this is what they write about
in fairy tales
Short Poems for a Lost LoveDIFFERING VIEWSShort Poems for a Lost Love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw, in you, Tomorrow.
You saw, in me, Today.
I loved you out of sorrow.
You loved me for my pain.
You've replaced my mind with the shadow of your smile;
My heart, with a broken-winged dove.
My sight, witht he shattered image of you leaving me;
My hearing, with the echoes of your love.
You took all I had and gave me nothing back;
You took my love and gave me naught but pain.
But I do not hate you, and I never will;
For this, I am the only one to blame.
WHAT HAPPENS NOW
What happens now you've turned the corner?
What happens now you've left my side?
What happened to "You're my forever"?
What happened to "At least I tried"?
What happened to those long-gone days,
When things were simple, if not good?
What happened to the care-free nights
Texting those who understood?
thinking listThis is a thing that has been very important to me for a year now! It was a list I kept on my cellphone, and every time I thought of something I liked I'd put it on there. Or something I didn't like. I just put things on there, basically, since September of 2010. As a result I have 75 statements that sum me up as a person better than a lot of things could, just based on what I've thought about. It's kind of like your google search history.thinking list4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My favourite thoughts are "things we know about ourselves from what our parents say", "soccer pants", and "picturing bus drivers on their wedding day".
- day moons
- having two identical dogs with the same name
- carrying fruit around with me for emergencies
- how long it's been since I've played kickball
- how Kim Campbell is someone's daughter
- whether my dreams mean something or not
- soccer pants
- parodies of things I like and how I can't handle them
- how kids are mean to other kids over not being familiar with the sa
Let Me LiveI was alone, and found another loner. I was lost, and found solace with the lost. And for a few days, it lived. Without complication, without difficulty, without strain. But the way of life is not peace. There will always be those who are discontent or angry at the turn of events, whether it concerns them or not. And they will make their voices heard. They will make your life hard. But you have to do what's right for YOU. You have to feel what's right, decide what you need for YOU to be happy. Then you can worry about others. Then you can help them.Let Me Live5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
AloneAlone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were alone from the start,
But you didn't care back then.
You were special.
So special that no one could understand you.
But that was special too.
No one could reach you in your bubble.
Then the others came.
They were more special.
You pulled away.
While being surrounded you felt so alone.
Until you were really alone.
And no one could understand you.
Not even you.
You tried to change.
But the bubble was strong.
You kicked and screamed, but no one noticed.
That was what the bubble was for.
Then came the time when they pushed you away.
They couldn't have known you are different.
Are you different?
you drifted away,
They won't remember.
They won't remember what they never knew.
Did you know?
Who are you?
Why is it painful?
What is painful?
Why are you crying?
HeartlessIf you want to kiss me,Heartless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sure I'll enjoy the way you taste
Just don't expect my heart to beat
Don't worry, love.
If you press your ear to my chest
You'll probably hear a steady rhythm
I've filled the gap as best I can
With a composite
Of blood vessels
And nerve endings
It's not that I've never had one
I just gave it away
To a girl with bright, pretty eyes
She took it with her, you know
Over six thousand miles away
Where it probably picked up
A fine coating of sand
And the smell of gunmetal
I don't know, love.
I'm not really sure where it is now
Collecting dust, maybe
In a shoebox under a bunk
With an old letter
And a photograph
And sometimes, I think it gives a little flutter
When that girl smiles
Because I always loved her smile best of all
But if you want to hold me,
I'm certain I'll fit right into the crook of your arm
And if you want to touch me,
I've no doubt you can make me feel good
Just don't wait for my heart to beat
The SilenceI'm losing myselfThe Silence4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
As I have time and again.
Whether to words or to notes
Sung for all or breathed into my ear.
And the seductive silence after the fact
Is an all-too familiar face.
Into that silence, not a voice penetrated,
But it eventually broke all the same.
A heavy sigh;
Clacking steps fading down the hallway.
An open door locking into place,
Walls crashing down.
Always it was you who pulled me back from the brink.
Always it was you who reminded me
Who I am and what I do.
So what do I do
When the silence is you?