Dear DeathI sink my kneesDear Death2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
And I think about
how when I die
I hope people leave no flowers
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
SavedYour tangled up soulSaved7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Has taken a toll
Hiding dark and deep
The secrets you keep
The tears you have shed
From thoughts in your head
Dear they were all fiction
A made up addiction
I want you to know
I see through the show
I see through your eyes
I know they tell lies
I watch as you feign
But you’re still in pain
And my soul will be too
Until I have saved you
LonelyWhen I am aloneLonely6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkness of my room
Sleep is approaching
But my mind's a labyrinth too
I navigate the pathways
Trying to understand
How in a room so empty
Lonely I never am
StalkerI'm stalking you,Stalker1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll hide in your arteries,
in the soft pinch that doesn't hurt,
but stings nonetheless.
I'll hunt your blood cells,
and slowly change their type
into a majestic 'J'.
Yet I have to admit,
it's tiring to bless billions each night,
it'd be easier to turn your heart to crust,
and spread my poison through your veins
and wait for you to declare your love,
only to deliver a final stab that'd put you at ease.
I'm the reflection in your mirror,
the curves of your shadow,
and the mocking voice
at the other end of the line,
who lets you know that
the number you're calling
is no longer in use.
I'm in the nightmares that kills your sleep,
and the squares of your silky tie.
In the extra sweet tea you keep drinking,
and the little deaf cat you adopted for my sake.
It's really hard to run, you know.
Yet my dear love,
I am in no mood to wait for long,
so let me hide under your ribs
and teach you how to hea
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Lying is Bad (A message to myself)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
ReflectionWe stare searching for protectionReflection7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Craving endearing affection
Searching in an object, that gives us no response
And yet we stand there waiting
And hopelessly creating
An image of our self, that lacks a fundamental truth
And we’ll continue staring
Our expression shows we’re caring
And hoping, wishing, waiting for something we shall not see
Yes we’re seeking transformation
In an unchanging location
But in the end, the reflection shall not change
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,Beauty3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Defying FateI grasp Fate by his throat,Defying Fate3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
scold him for walking uninvited into my home.
I empty the pockets
of his worn out coat
and the happiness of a city,
scatters across my kitchen's floor.
"Aren't you ashamed?
You steal our dreams,
our long awaited goals,
the hope, the memories,
the fleeting I love you's,
and a newborn's first yawn.
Give it back to the people!
That's not what they had planned at all!"
He's old and weary, yet he smiles,
words form in a soft tone,
a total contrast to my screaming voice.
"Oh, but I am a servant of Time,
I can't bring back what's lost,
some dreams are meant to be stolen,
they're too grand to come true."
He twitches when he sees my gun,
a little revolver I load and aim to my skull.
"My dreams are mine you can't steal them tonight,
I'm not a puppet in your parade,
I'll not be driven by your strings and galore,
It's my life and I choose to defy!"
It doesn't even hurt when my blood spatters to the floor.
DrowningYou’re drowning aliveDrowning6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the slew of your lies
For the truth to be told
You impulsively sold
You sold it for flames
That would ignite your claims
They have caused a commotion
But shall drown in the ocean
For you failed to admire
That water beats fire
Get Lost"Get lost," they said vindictivelyGet Lost6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A knife stabbed through my soul
And being young and ignorant
I took these words so cruel
I swam through roaring oceans
And I trekked the mountains high
I spent time on deserted land
With me, myself, and I
And as I wandered aimlessly
Across these untouched places
I realized to get lost
You must seek a destination
LoveWe say we love flowersLove6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And their sweet aroma
Yet we can spend hours
Just picking them up
We ask for their thoughts
As we pick at their petals
About if he loves me
Or he loves me not
And yet we still wonder
Why nobody trusts
When "I love you" is muttered
But have we forgot?
We kill what we love.
FateIsn’t it ironic?Fate7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The concept of our life
That everything we work for
Will undoubtedly die
The beauty of our faces
The muscle that we’ve toned
The high paying job we worked for
The objects in our home
The thoughts we think important
The ones we surely don’t
The memories now filling us with bliss
And of course the ones that won’t
Our dearest friends
No one shall escape
The one thing guaranteed to everything
Will also be our fate
ShoesThey say you don’t understand a personShoes7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until you take a walk in their shoes
But I don’t think this is true
You never understand a person
No matter if you walked in every pair they owned
Their flats for casual days
Their heels for work days
Or their sneakers for days they feel alive
Because the fact is
You can never penetrate someone’s thoughts
That is the only part of their body
That is fully protected
And that part that would allow you to fully understand a person
Is the part you will never get to see
The part no one will ever get to see
Autumn DreamsAutumn Dreams2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To the artist, and to the real Rosamund...
Autumn dreams of rain,
of softly falling dew, moist enough to
drench the thirsting, yearning pain,
and of starry, glass-eyed drops in lieu
of bittersweet winds and the stain
of leaves – so all the night through,
Autumn dreams of rain.
The last time Rosamund went out on the rowboat, she was six and called it the rowing boat because that’s what her grandad from England called it. She took with her an already-opened umbrella in case it rained, and wore her favourite dress with her favourite coat and second-favourite scarf (nothing matched) because it was chilly out. She had socks on before she remembered that she hadn’t put her shoes away and didn’t know where they were. So she wore socks but no shoes. And that was how she went out on the rowboat.
I should know, I watched her.
She went out the backdoor, balanced precariously on tiptoe, and crept down the pathway, to where the river lapped too loud to ignore.
Starving ArtistShe held an aquamarine crayonStarving Artist1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
in between her chubby little fingers
Her small hand swallowed it
A glow enveloped her cyan eyes,
like firecrackers on the Fourth of July
She scribbled wildly,
with no direction
She held a marigold pencil
in between her slim fingers-
no longer chubby, but she thought they were
Her collarbones smiled through her skin,
even though she did not
But she still doodled,
eating her mistakes
She held a ballpoint pen
in between her brittle bones-
they were supposed to be fingers
Her ribcage protruded like shelves at the market,
however held no food: only pain
But she still drew,
and devoured the ink
She was a starving artist,
and art was all she ate.
Riddle me thisRiddle me this2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alice wondered through Wonderland, deep in her thoughts she barely noticed when she reached an old stone bridge. The bridge was mostly intact but some large stone blocks were missing and she had to float to the other side. There she was greeted by Cheshire, with his usual creepy and widespread smile. He was about to tell her another riddle but she interrupted him with a question.
"I've been thinking Cat, why do you look so different than when I visited Wonderland when I was a child?" she said placing her hands behind her back.
"Our physical appearance is what makes us different but it is not what defines us." he replied, waving his tail. "We are defined by our mind and what we deep worthy of mentioning from it, to other people. Thus I haven't changed just your perception of me has."
Alice raised her eyebrow to his reply, half surprised to not hear another riddle in his answer and half glad to hear it that way. This however made her remember London and the very reason she came to Wonder
Within Drawers We HideWithin drawers we hide with eyes gleaming like sliver, combinations of flows with fleeces of spells, the children lie sleeping with ears open to slumber, shaded witches we are, always grasping bronzed bells.Within Drawers We Hide8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into their meek bodies slither deep do our limbs, crawling within fleshy organs, thus, planting our faults, hear us not scratching further to pierce crimson rivers, dreamless sleepers they are; tendons leak as they waltz.
Through dark grottoes of nameless we grace upon acid, gently padding their bodies with a silicone-like press, it may appear to degrade them, although, not a muscle dare tremble; our work is complete within this dear guest.
Race out of their motionless we do with blue hearts, our symbols burnt neatly with a touch of sugar, to others we soar on wings built gently, into hiding we glide, never once do we shiver.
excuse methere is somethingexcuse me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
dysfunctional about me
a certain sort of
from those i crave
more than a little
how hard is it
to be remembered?
Skylanders Messed Up: Ep17Flameslinger and Stealth Elf are having a romantic momentSkylanders Messed Up: Ep172 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Flameslinger: Ohhh Stealth Elf, I love you with all my heart.
Stealth Elf: Flamesinger, I love you more than anything.
Flameslinger and Stealth Elf are making out
Flameslinger and Stealth Elf: mmmmmm
Lightning Rod bursts through the roof
Lightning Rod: WAAAIIITTT!!!
Flameslinger: HOLY $#!+! Dude you burst through my roof!
Stealth Elf: What in the name of Eon are you doing?!
Lightning Rod: I have to warn you about something!
Flameslinger: You better have a good reason why I shouldn't sue you!
Lightning Rod: You're siblings!
Flameslinger and Stealth Elf: O_O'... AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Eruptor: AAAAHHHH WHY AM I STILL IN YOUR HOUSE AFTER 12 EPISODES!!!!
In the undead world
Chop Chop: AAAAAHHHHH!!!
In the sky
The player: AAAHHHH!!! Wait why am I screaming?
Stealth Elf: OMG how can this happen?!
Lightning Rod: Stealth Elf, you were originally from the fire elves. You were left in th
Engulfed by PainShallowed of an ocean's crest, left buried in sand to neutralize red waters, a seal tied directly upon your chest; left rotting you are by three young daughters.Engulfed by Pain8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within a home of dry soap and marble, bled heavily they did by your very hand, an evening of maelstrom to enrage their minds further; a plot was sliced thickly to bury you into land.
Countless months of torture to bring about meaning, a thought to envelop the darkness of man, one morning to slaughter you without knives or a 'reason;' to the beach you brought them, much singing they began.
Hours and winds to thrust the clock further, lying down you had slumbered and forgotten your reign, a cavern to empty and bury you without screaming; widen your eyes to darkness, breathe within their pain.