Alone In The CrowdHelp me shed this cloak of confusionAlone In The Crowd2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And take me back to my home,
I'm tired of this seclusion
Slamming lies into all I've known.
I'm counting eternal hours
Numbers in nocturnal sleep.
The glass in which we shower
Can't hold back what you keep.
I want you to help me dream
And show me how to act.
From a river, into a stream;
What is it that I lack?
The gleam of your necklace
Reflects all of my want.
Is it because I was reckless?
Is it me that they haunt?
Ushered into an unwanted grave
Bound in chains, drowned in steel.
I was made into a social slave
And died as if I were not real.
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &curiouser and curiouser2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
To Loved Ones Who Outlive Me When I dieTo Loved Ones Who Outlive Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The last thing I want is for you to cry.
I want you to remember that when I laughed too hard,
I coughed and got sick,
that I ate too much candy
and that I was a gluttonous mess at the dinner table.
I want you to remember the times
we called each other names
and sometimes intentionally hurt one another
NiggerNigger, the name given to my peopleNigger8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Nigger, the word that separates us from them
Nigger, the title used to degrade and distinguish
Nigger, a title of great anguish.
A nigger is a slave, a nigger is worthless
And a nigger shouldn't have a say
A nigger is good for nothing but hard labour,
And a nigger bitch is good for fucking
A nigger doesn't deserve to live,
Unless the white man sees it fit.
A nigger was born to work,
And niggers were born to be controlled,
A nigger can't complain of these things,
Because it's the natural order,
Some say it's the way things should be.
So after hearing these things can somebody tell me,
Why the hell WE refer to ourselves as niggers?
I'm a young black male and I'm goddamn proud,
Of what we came from to where we are now
You may want to be a nigger, but that choice is up to you
See I'm no slave, and I know my worth
So don't fucking call me a nigger!
Purity (64)It's not a matter of peace or warPurity (64)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But a matter of the heart-
When you seem to hear the mighty roar
Of truth being torn apart.
And it goes without saying,
'tis right and wrong-
So simply betraying
The law of the strong.
For purity, though great,
Isn't contained up above.
See you love to hate-
Yet I hate to love.
Sebastian x Reader part 1(f/d)= favourite dessert!~Sebastian x Reader part 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
You walked in the freezing cold sleet. You stared down at the ground to try to block the frigid rain from hitting my face although there was really no point anymore considering you were already soaked to the bone. Your tattered black dress dripped. You continued to walk, your legs threatening to give out on you. You hadn't eaten for days and you had grown very weak. You looked up to see a mansion in the distance. You broke out into a run but it didn't last long.
You slipped in the brown mud. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair now muddy. You got up slowly covered head to toe in brown sludge. You continued to the gates of the mansion. You felt yourself getting dizzy. You suddenly fell to the ground in exhaustion. Allowing yourself to fade into darkness.
~~In the Mansion~~
"Sebastian! Sebastian!" Called a maid and a blonde boy running down the hall towards a butler dressed in all black.
The butler turned his attention to the two and sighed
Sweet Insanity"Limp blond hair and hazel eyes. Do you see her?"Sweet Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"The one in the corner. With the scars."
"Haha. What's wrong with her?"
She sits alone, hair she desperately wants to be darker covering her eyes. Her pain is just hilarious isn't it? She hurts all for your entertainment doesn't she?
Your cruelty wont let her smile and your words won't let her eat.
"Why wont she eat?"
Maybe she thinks she can shrink so little that you won't be able to see her imperfections anymore.
Eggshell foundation plasters over her scars and smears as she cries.
I'm fine, she says but no one asks. Hands shaking and reaching out. She's screaming but why isn't there a sound? Or maybe it's just the voices and the demons. They are only whispers but they are loud enough.
"Are you okay."
She says she's fine.
Are you believing her lies?
" why won't you sleep?"
Her pale skin bruised. So pale from no sugar. She can't sleep because the demons will catch
"She's okay, she still smile
GirlsThis poem is for the girls.Girls6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For the girls whose favourite colour growing up was green,
For elementary school princesses still dreaming of being royalty
For the cheerleaders and the songwriters
The girls who loved fairy tales, who love romantic comedies,
For the girls who will not let you blame their anger or sadness on PMS
Regardless of what time of the month it is.
This is for Hillary Rodham Clinton:
Too emotional to hold the presidency in an emotionally absent democracy
For Angela Carter, letting loose her lions,
For Britney Spears, once sixteen, once Mousekateer turned Catholic School pedophile bait,
Begging in costume for sex or
This is for New York, the woman
For Rock of Love Charm School and Bridezillas
For Carrie Bradshaw
For Paris and her new BFF,
Successfully helping a gender regress
This is for the runaways
For the girls fainting down runways
For the girls who played their Barbie dolls into doctors and teachers
Made them something more
ButterfliesThose butterflies you gave me wentButterflies2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fluttering, Flittering, Flying
When bruises you gave me of
Leering, Cheating, Lying.
My heart found it painful in
Closing, Leaving, Crying
But now I am done with the
Dashing, Driving, Dying.
I stand here once more
Wondering, Wishing, Waiting
At love's lonely door
Hoping, Longing, Hating.
Can all this be true? The
Caring, Wanting, Sighing
For there goes the butterflies, they're
Fluttering, Flittering, Flying
CupidCupidCupid4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Cupid why have you gone and abandoned me?
What I have done to make you hate me?
Why have you cursed me with bad luck?
And what can I do to break it?
Occasionally you have shown up
To match me with another
But after a certain amount of time
You decide to end your magic
Am I just a test subject?
For you to practice on
I've seen you match other people
While turning your back on me
You haven't been on my side in awhile
I'm starting to wonder why
Will I be alone forever?
Or do you have something special planned?
Through the countless pain and heart aches
I can feel myself become cynical
Casting away my feelings
I think I'm becoming a robot
I have lost my faith in love
And I don't know how to get it back
I'm asking you to save me cupid
Since you put me through this pain
The Murderer's Daughter PrologueI remember the day I was born... Erm, made. It was night-time, three in the morning, I think. I remember struggling to open my eyes, to breathe, and to do all the things that kept one alive. And while I couldn't do these activities, I wasn't dead. I felt alive, and better than I ever hadThe Murderer's Daughter Prologue8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything was still for the first 10 seconds. Then, I felt a billion volts of electricity travel through my body. I didn't realise at first, but it brought oxygen along with it. The electricity felt fantastic, like someone had given me something I craved for a long time. And in this case, I assume the 'something' was life.
I tried to open my eyes again, feeling my eyelids slide open slowly. I turned my head around to navigate. My vision was blurry, but I could make out a lever and a figure in the dark room. I looked back up to see the brightest light I had ever seen. It would normally be bright enough to blind someone, but my vision remained.
The figure emerged from the shadows that haunted the
I'm Sorry, but...I'm sorry I hurt you.I'm Sorry, but...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I cried.
I'm sorry I got angry.
I'm sorry I tried.
I'm sorry you got caught,
In my strange whirl-wind.
I'm sorry to do this,
But it has to end.
I may be brutal,
But I am honest.
I may be loud,
But that voice advocates for you.
I may be fierce,
But I'm fiercely loyal.
I may be crazy,
But that's just my love.
I'm still sorry you've had to deal with the above,
But like it or not,
My dear little dove,
The wind is my power,
My method of change.
Your words did shower,
And caused me much pain,
But that's your mistake,
You didn't see what you'd gained.
You had the best guard dog,
The bestest of friends,
The fiercest protector,
The bestest of men.
You had my commitment,
But nourished me not,
So I turned back upon you,
And snarled a lot.
You've kicked at my shadow,
You've long trashed my name,
You've made this mistake,
And no longer will gain,
The rewards of my stewardship,
The rewards of my work.
No more will you profit,
While I have to herk.
What you see is what
CutA tear slid down her cheekCut6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As a drop slid down her arm
She kept herself in pain
To keep herself from harm
Each day she smiled bright
But no one seemed to care
Their ignorance made her feel as if
She wasnt even there
Each night she sat alone
In darkness and despair
As she thought about her life
And how it wasnt fair
She wore long sleeves to hide
The scars which marred her wrists
And the marks which scored her palms
As she tightly clenched her fists
When her friends asked how she was
She always said Im fine
None of them ever had a clue
Of the pain she was holding inside
At night she screamed in silence
As the crimson spilt over and out
Releasing the fears and frustrations
The world chose to do nothing about
Time marched on, yet ground to a halt
Her life seemed a melancholy haze
Twilight was fast approaching and
She was counting down the days
A tear slid down her cheek
As a drop slid down her chest
Shed destroyed herself to the very end
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
ExperimentalistShe always said she wasExperimentalist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew otherwise.
This girl was raised to
Believe that the ability of
Counting the bones in your
Rib cage is beautiful.
Sixteen years old
With sand in her blood
And shoulder blades
As sharp as knives
As long as wings.
That day I knew
Her smiles were painful
And her laughs were just
Recorded in her throat
From so much practice
In a life that was once
I'd sink faster if you held me, you know.someone once told meI'd sink faster if you held me, you know.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the saltwater i tasted
was not the ocean-
but my tears.
someone once told me
that my rolling waves
tried to wash away guilt-
but determined seaweed
held too tightly.
someone once told me
that he knew how to swim
until the day we met.
he said he could only sink
when his eyes met mine.
someone once told me
that we’d meet at the bottom.
either of my heart-
or of the ocean.
The Murderer's Daughter, Chapter 1: NuisanceIt had been three weeks since I was created, and after sitting still for most of the time, I got bored. I decided to go check out what Redo was doing, so I barged into his lab. He was working on some important creation, and I really wanted to help.The Murderer's Daughter, Chapter 1: Nuisance8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey Daddy!" I smiled as I inched towards his work area. He was sewing an elephant's trunk onto a shark's face.
"You!" His emotions were a mix of anger, annoyance and surprise, "Get out, I'm busy! And don't call me 'Daddy'!"
"I wish to help, Daddy."
"Then sit there, in that corner, and be silent! And stop calling me that!"
"But please, Daddy, I must be helpful in some way..."
"I am not your father!" That was the second time I got hit that month. I fell onto the cold, hard floor. I still couldn't feel any pain. No, none at all.
Redo was huffing and trying to cool down. I tried to stand up, but I kept collapsing.
"Master... I'm sorry for annoying you..."
"Just..." Redo answered glumly, "Don't get in my way..."
I nodded, trying to stand up, onl
CUTYou look for an escapeCUT11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there's nowhere to hide.
You need to get away
from this feeling inside.
The madness around you
has penetrated your soul.
You cry out. You long for
your times of old.
You need something
to end this misery.
You see the blade.
You need to bleed.
You hold it in your hand.
Just one single blow
can end it all now.
You decide to go.
You feel the sharp slice
accross your vein.
You see the blood
but you don't feel pain.
You find the happiness
that you once loved,
but you can never grasp it
once you've been
I Had A Dream Last NightI had a dream last night.I Had A Dream Last Night3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We were outside your house, late in the night, sitting on your porch. You sat next to me, laughing, just like old times.
I had a dream last night.
I felt like it would last forever, you and I sitting side by side. You told me how much you missed me. I hugged you
I had a dream last night.
You told me you wanted a second chance. You told me how much you really did love me. We kissed
I had a dream last night.
Why did it have to be just a dream?
A Morbid StalkerI want to hold you tightA Morbid Stalker3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And squeeze your neck
Till all the air is gone,
leave your body a wreck.
And if out of the black
You see a blinding light,
It's me slitting your throat
In the the middle of night.
I'm a stranger in your room
But I'll make you mine soon.
In the shadows I creep along
Whispering our lovely song.
I wonder if you saw it
In the bathroom last night.
The shower curtains were moving
As I slid from your sight.
And don't think I didn't see
Your terrified expression,
When they announced they discovered
The body of my old obsession.
Don't be jealous of her, my dear.
You have nothing really to fear!
I'm going to stay till your life
is ended by the slit of a knife.
I admit her eyes were also brown,
And her hair was of the same hue,
But I promise that she was just toy!
Nothing compared to the beauty of you.
Did you see the darkness of the sky?
I think tonight is the time to see,
When there is no moon or light around,
Your reaction to my love for thee.
jealousy She was a natural born smoker. Grey poison inserted itself; weaving thin threads of death into and around her bronchial tubes. The vituperation her lungs faced daily always made a small smile bubble up to the surface; she was proud of her pulmonary alveoli working within her sore lungs.jealousy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was not a smoker. That was what made their relationship so entirely intriguing. His lips had never come in contact with a paper filter until they met hers. Her cigarette stained hands wove into his hair and brought along death. Which, of course, was the best way to start it; at the roots where no one would notice, until it slowly slipped through to the blood stream.
They worked together just like the inner workings of the lungs she worked so hard to kill. He attempted to bring her health, breathe into her the life he wanted her to live; just as the alveolar ducts exchange oxygen for carbon dioxide for air to breathe. He desperately wished for her to drop
Call me old-fashionCall me old-fashion, butCall me old-fashion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I prefer a love note,
Rather than an email;
A long walk in the park,
Than texting all night
What happen to those days,
When romanticism was real,
When guys knew what to say,
And when love was a big deal.
Love lost its essence,
It's reason of existence.
Doctor Who?Doctor Who?Doctor Who?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
One night I looked up at the sky,
And what did I see?
A big, blue, police box,
Flying down towards me.
The box came from nowhere,
It made the wind gush through the trees,
The door opened up and a man came out,
Saying, "Hello, I am The Doctor. Who might you be?"
I ask, "What is this box?"
He said, "It's a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,"
I ask, "What does it do?"
He said, "It will take you anywhere in the universe. Just name the time and the place."
I looked inside the blue box,
It's bigger on the inside,
I asked, "You can fly this thing?"
He said, "Of course I can!" and he straighten his bowtie.
I said, "I want to come with you."
He looked and said, "There're a lot of weird things out there. Are you sure you want to know?"
I pondered for a minute and smile saying, "Yes!"
He smiled and said, "Then away we go!"
Queen of HypocrisyVixen, vixen, pretty little vixen. Why you be vexin'? You think you're so stunning, you think you're so mighty,Queen of Hypocrisy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you think you're so clever, but really you're so naughty.
With coat as red as flame, and the visage of friendly appeal, you draw people in close
just so you could make them burn and kneel. Why, vixen, why are you so mean?
Do you really think so low of yourself you have to demean?
You speak philosophically, you speak like a sage, but your words are lies woven by the deranged.
You're modest upon sight, I'll give you that, but once people think they know you,
you strike and bite. You can't stand to be questioned, you have to be right,
you think you're only speaking your mind, but really you grind.
Shut up, pretty little vixen, keep your tongue inside your mouth where it belongs.
Because unlike in your mind's eye, your words aren't powerful and all knowing. It's nonsense mixed with hypocrisy,
something you claim to loathe. Well, my dear, you do it the most.
You state proudly how