IncurableIncurable3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"No, Aud, stop!!"
Dilantear's blade sailed over Myriil's shoulder, nearly piercing the small joint from back to front had he not sensed her presence so near the battleground. Aud stopped short, of the sword pointed at her face and from plunging her own dagger into her friend's stomach. No surprise tingled through her veins; this was not the first time Myriil had done something so reckless when she challenged Dilantear in battle. Still, the suddenness rattled her focus.
It had been so close.
'Move.' Aud gave a steady glare, her thoughts glistening through her green irises. Myriil only looked back, her solemn expression answering Aud's demand. Just above her shoulder, Dilantear tilted his short sword to rest against Myriil's cheek, the sharp edge pressing at her skin. He watched Aud's grimace until their eyes met, then smiled, a silent dare for her to continue her assault, to meet his blade and seal Myriil's fate.
Only a short distance away, Mal observed the stalemate, tan fingers
mood swingslay my skeleton to rest in a grave dug so long ago,mood swings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sides are rough and caving in at parts,
i'll carve stories into the gravestone to give me better memories.
bitterness swirls in my sweat, please don't let me go,
i'm confused by such intense swinging:
from feet-punching-the-clouds high right down to
clutching hands and desperate tears and an urge to slice so overwhelming,
i shake with my inability.
pass me my flimsy little blades from your locked drawer,
i don't want to start reaching for the kitchen knives.
Rising from Rock BottomRising from Rock Bottom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What more can one wish for at the end of the counting of blessings?
Past the limit of their greatest efforts and exhausted breaths?
What love is should be tested, and if true, never broken.
Immortal to beyond a dying breath, where patience is our only friend with faith.
Holding hands and walking through Hell with your head high
and a love for your lover coursing through your veins.
Through thick and thin stays the course on which I tread,
while loving you with each and every step.
For better or worse, until death do we part only to later meet
and love one another again and forever. Persevere, my love, for I am with you always.
To be a writerYou taste like decaying leavesTo be a writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
my mind will dwell
on the way your fingers
chain linked between my ribs
and shook my
to be a writer
is to be a masochist,
and I refuse to get off
on the pain anymore.
I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,I Am Flawed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
The ForestStanding in the forestThe Forest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispers in the rain
remembering I'm free
lonely. Sun shines brighter
fields of hapiness,
love and music
standing still and listening
hope flies away
and stays with me
Sounds of life and smell of death
taking one deep breath
dying every day
find my own way
that’s what happens to me every day
when butterflies thinking of winter wonderland,
when moles dig to the other end of the world,
when trees closed their eyes
mermaids from the ocean are at home in the forest.
I wonder why
I left my lovely forest lie
and fly back home.
The Pizza, The Prophet, and MeSo. It all began when the prophet Mohammad, peace and blessings be upon him, came for a visit to my house for some pizza and video games.The Pizza, The Prophet, and Me8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Id had the cheese and garlic pizza, with the pan-style crust with mozzarella crammed inside, and he had the regular old original crust topped with lots of vegetables, a lot of them olives, onions, mushrooms, and green peppers.
He really likes those peppers a lot, so I always make sure I have some in the house in case he decides to come over.
So anyway, there we were: me, lounging on the couch with my feet propped up on the little wooden folding table and he, sitting in his green robe thingy, cross-legged on the carpet.
I told him, as I always do, that he doesnt need to sit on the floor, and that hes a guest in my home and thus, can sit on the couch next to me. In fact, if anything, as a guest, the roles ought to be reversed completely.
And, as always, he just smiles and responds that I am a lady and therefore, I should get the couch
Graveyard LoversGraveyard Lovers3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On our honeymoon day we drove
Down the mountain pass and cove.
With starry eyes, our love we swore
To be together for evermore.
Tell me dear, have we arrived yet?
For we haven't a moment to lose.
We'll be there soon my sweet rosette
I'll tell you love, you're my only muse.
Tell me dear, who sets your heart ablaze
With an ever so softly placed kiss?
I'm awestruck by your burning gaze
I'll tell you love, you're my eternal bliss
Tell me dear, why your hair remains still
Amongst this harshest of wind that blows?
Your charming smile evokes such thrill
I'll tell you love, you're my exquisite rose.
Tell me dear, why your dress is torn?
It laid so beautifully against your skin.
Unlike this dress, my heart hasn't worn.
I'll tell you love, to cherish me within.
Tell me dear, what is this place?
It looks quite desolate and gray.
My eyes see nothing but your grace
I'll tell you love, we shall not fray.
Tell me dear, why it's grown so silent?
I cannot hear the faintest sound.
Your lilting voice mak
Like CandyHalf-filled bottles lie scattered around me, their orange skins glinting in the dying afternoon light. Pills -- blue, yellow, white -- dot the floor in a sick mimicry of the candies I used to love as a child. Some scream salvation, others ruin.Like Candy2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
An all too familiar ache grips my heart, and I chew the inside of my lip to keep from screaming.
Screaming does no good, anyway. I've tried.
I won’t scream, and I have no tears left to cry, so I bite the inside of my cheek till a warm, coppery tang coats my tongue and continue to watch those pills.
Sitting there, glinting in the amber light streaming in through the kitchen windows, they look so innocuous. Harmless. Pretty even, dressed up in their candy-coated finery.
Sometimes, it's hard to believe that something smaller than my pinkie nail could so irrevocably change a person. Alter them on such a fundamental level, that they cease to be who and what they once were.
That's what my mother
The waterfallChildhood memories are washed ashoreThe waterfall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all dreams and wishes.
We swim like little orphans fishes
in the endless ocean
calls himself life.
We wanted to become superheroes,
astronauts, warriors and mayors
now we are payors.
The days are still beautiful
but something’s left
it came to a theft.
And I’m takin’ away to the dark side.
Even if some despise me,
I will be strong
oh everything’s so wrong.
I feel my heart divided.
Did you miss me?
The blade is smiling.
Yes. You’re right.
Come into the blue
But the waterfall carries me safely.
DivyaThis morning, I wokeDivya2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gasping, sticky-limbed, crying
to an angel on the
that eclipsed the sun that had hid
from me, my whole life,
the spilled eyes of glasses,
my shy and foolish utterings
that struggled to suffice
under the weight of its
wings, a smooth moon of
white, the earnest
bowl of roses that cut like
jewels, bright stoppers in the
mouth - I lay there
legs open to the ceiling
mouthing my sincerities, tongue
startled by my angel, lips
hitching at silk, thumbing
for a ride
It Gets BetterListen,It Gets Better2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every year starts and ends with winter
There's nothing you can do about that
I know it's frustrating
To step out of your house
And see the path you just paved
Covered in snow
But please, be patient
Because the more snow you pile up,
The greener your grass will be
In the spring
ComfortComfort3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the midst of between and betwixt, two figures sat together on a single bench. They were of separate worlds, only able to meet in fragments of imagination, she in her online persona, he lifted from the margins of the comic she loved. She knew his story, but listened to him speak his thoughts, what all happened and how it spiralled out of control. He hadn’t intended to say anything though he succumbed to the need to end the bitter silence before long.
Toshio sat with his elbows perched on his knees, speaking more to the ground, the void, than the girl sitting to his right. He told his side, risking some feelings, shards of his past, but did not break; he revealed some insight but never broke away from the chains binding his thoughts, his perspectives. Riku just listened, occasionally trailing her fingers through the multi-coloured hair that reached to her shoulder blades, mostly keeping her hands settled on her lap.
“I…don’t understand where I went wrong.
Hello Heart.Hello heart,Hello Heart.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
Please forgive me, poor heart,
Forgive me for tearing you apart,
For I know not what I did to you.
I still don't know to be entirely true.
I know you're in suffering and aching,
And I know it's my fault for your breaking,
But in time I swear these wounds will mend,
We'll find someone who can better tend.
I know these time are hard and tough.
I know that you've been treated rough,
But please, can you be strong for me?
Don't leave me on my hands and knees.
I'm sorry that I let you break again,
But I promise you there will be zen.
I can hear the music still inside of you,
Let it out so the world can hear it too.
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
because we're too afraid to fly in daylightjust when i thought i was home,because we're too afraid to fly in daylight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the welcome mat
turned to tacks beneath my feet.
i apologized for the blood
that crept into the cracks and stained your porch.
this isn't the redwood i had in mind;
but i think it's kind of beautiful,
in the same way
a moth can't find its way to the stars
from inside the garage so it
flicks its maddened wings to make a
ting, ting, ting
on a dying lightbulb.
"abyssus abyssum invocat,"
i whisper to the winged-dreamer
as she makes her way across my cheek.
i know she hears it as she
eases past my softly, parted lips.
ex glande quercus,
her wings thump morse code
against the rawness of my throat
and i swallow to quiet her pain.
hush, now shush. be still, my dear;
trees do not talk or bleed.
you've given your wings to grow with me
and we will reach the heavens.
we will be greater than the oaks
as our forest of hair plants us among the stars;
then, we will be home.
hitched to the sky
with the veins of your wings
and stuck with the red of
the human syntaxmottledthe human syntax2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are carbon copies walking the streets
cut/and/paste people who
deracinated from scriptured roots rarely
ever realize that history is always unfolding right before them
or that somewhere in the bubbling
ooze of their jurassic hearts
a pasquinade has sprung
an unintended flood of reasoning
and merry mutants will come out to play
in scorched supernova shadows
while predation in the bio-mass
reached its all-time lowest
as shown in graphs designed to demonstrate
Tribute to ToshioTribute to Toshio3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He stands there, solitary, the dead space of a wall-less realm spanning out into darkness; a single shaft of illumination – no source of light to be found – frames him in this inkblot hell, a reminder of the isolation his heart now faces. His voice is muted, no longer demanding, plying, despairing, as if the evils – his own, his father’s, life’s – have finally consumed the words he wants to say and can’t, has said and regrets, words he meant with different intentions and inflections. The tension clutches his shoulders, the blades pressing at a wrinkled, bloodied t-shirt with a stiffness no massage can loosen; there is no emotion, the anger diffused and bled out, the sadness frozen and locked away. In the unforgiving spotlight, his hair flickers like hellfire; it is the wrong colour for flame, more a burgundy than red or orange, but still it shifts in the light like the fires of personal damnation.
A sombre, bitter, heartbreaking image.
lullabyWords sung softly into my earlullaby4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to erase the pain of fear
This lullaby can't sooth tonight
Against this crippling kryptonite
My body feels hollowed out
Fear silencing the need to shout
My soul disabled from feeling now
Pleas to the heavens, unconditional vow
For the arms around me never to depart
To feel them with me, to revive my heart
For the life that is lost to thee above
Is numbing to those who held their love
I pray no more will you take from me
I will be grateful to you eternally
The lullaby has come to an end
The lyrics I couldn't comprehend
For anaesthesia had taken its toll
Spreading warmth, making me whole
You carry the weight now upon your wings
With it you rain down endless blessings
So though the pain still rests within
My eyelids close and peace sets in
hello, void static childrenhello, void2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an abducted plane
layers of inter-
we are stomached
by our parallels,
musical knuckles with
You can have your poem now.yearning:You can have your poem now.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
an intense feeling of longing
for something that may have never existed
despite our soaked physical evidence
strewn across the bathroom floor
beside our limbs and your vomit,
a retching twitch in your gut,
"and let it be known that men
are more sexually possessive in their thoughts
often leading them to the belief
that after pilfering through the slough
they are owed a perfect human being
fashioned from the schematics written on their rib or
pulled over the shape of adam's incomplete skeleton,
lusting for happiness
and an easy way to keep it because
that first fuck was just so good,"
though honestly, i don't remember meeting you,
your persistence a golden shadow in the hallway
where you looked at me from six stairs above:
hands hanging at your sides,
the noise of a crowd below the grating,
a hole in your left shoulder,
hair dark and frizzy,
eyes greener beside your red-burst whites,
nose pointed to ask
if i had ever done acid and if
i wanted to try it, "free of
Starving sleep and apologies.My sleep is starving.Starving sleep and apologies.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is shivering sweat like snow
across my shoulders as I sob scream
after scream against your skin;
"sorry, I'm so sorry,
go back to sleep."
I am sad
and struggling to stay
together but you slump
against my sickness
and hold me