How...How do you want to love others,How...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you hate yourself?
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
100 Theme ChallengeMelody-in-the-air's 100 Theme Challenge!100 Theme Challenge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Writing a storyBloody wordsWriting a story1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A canvas of flesh
And a blade for a pen
I'm just writing a story
The story of my life
ComfortComfort2 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.
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 Me7 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
To be a writerYou taste like decaying leavesTo be a writer1 year 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.
ConfusedRight is wrongConfused5 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
And wrong is right
Pain is pleasure
And pleasure is pain
It's an upside down world
In my messed up mind
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
mood swingslay my skeleton to rest in a grave dug so long ago,mood swings1 year 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.
Talking to MyselfTalking to MyselfTalking to Myself2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate Heaven, hate Hell, I hate hate itself
I hate so much I forget to hate myself
I know this makes me wrong and such
I don’t care that I care too much
This isn’t my own, even this rhyme
I will keep taking what isn’t mine
I love so much, I love what makes me ill
Loving a void, hating makes it seem filled
Tell me how I can be human with naught to show
Tell me how much I matter tomorrow
Tell me you still care like everyone else
Tell me I’ll only get better with your help
I hate you, I’ll need you to love me in return
I love me, slow to give back, slow to learn
I don’t know what I’m trying to say
I only know that I failed again today
It Gets BetterListen,It Gets Better1 year 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
DivyaThis morning, I wokeDivya1 year 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
into the sea belowa lock on a door, in a place well-knowninto the sea below2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the withered-windy-whisper wood, whickered-flickered candlelight
soft illuminations and hints of dazzling-decked, twin-leafed
cardinal vascular canvas.
a musical blend of blue and grey.
the lock on a door, in a place well-worn
beneath the melancholy-painted, cerulean-white cliffs
and the tri-pigment, undertone-hued sky
never can meet with its widow-burned key.
singular musical drops unwittingly fly
only to fragment and fall
into the sea below.
.A breach erupts on the constantly shifting, cerulean surface.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as a difference in temperature enfolds supple skin.
Already the notion of insincere signatures and infinite pages
seem a world too far from here.
Colossal silhouettes materialize from all angles, speaking,
singing; A sound that rumbles through you,
reverberating throughout you, echoing.
A melody we may only wish to comprehend, a tune
that reaches beyond the things that will not wait for us
above the cerulean surface.
lullabyWords sung softly into my earlullaby3 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
BlessedI know that I'm aliveBlessed2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every time I hold my hand to my chest
I know that I can survive
Every time I get depressed
I know that I am strong
Because I've begun to face the pain
I know that I am brave
Because I'm learning to dance in the rain
The days that hope seems so far away
I remind myself that it's just today
The days that are full of suffering and pain
I breathe, step back, and break the chain
I have learned that tomorrow may never come
And that this life can be over within a blink of an eye
We are in charge of who we become
And what we do and how we react to life's stimuli
I have learned that the past has passed
And I have learned that the future is vastly obscure
What's done cannot be unsurpassed
Worrying about what's to come is maddening for sure
At the end of the day
I lay my head to rest
I thank God that I'm okay
And remind myself of how I'm blessed
He that invites meGod chose a path for meHe that invites me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not free or easy
Filled with rocks and despair
And the challenge that bears
And more difficult
Is the way He chose for me to relate
To a world that often hates
Anything not ordinaire
So often I find my
In the solitude of nature
And the gentle hands of prayer
If Only...Where are you?If Only...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you in every fantasy
In every dream
I hear you in my sleep
I feel you in my daze
Why does it have to be so deep?
It's been so many days
I don't know your name
I don't know what you like
I don't know your appearance
I only know you're The One for me
If only you were real
I include you in every story
It's you I think of when doing poetry
The hope is you are real
In every different reality
Where there is no brutality
You hold me, because you love me
You whisper words, because you can see
In my silence I escape
All of my dreams are all I want to see
I can meet you there
You've ignited a flare
If only you were real