Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
Eternal SleepA sirens song,Eternal Sleep11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Calls my name,
Sorrowful and beautiful,
Filled with pain,
The call of death,
Promises of peace,
An eternal one,
Of endless sleep.
Her open arms,
Hold me close,
As the coldness
Of death takes hold
Numbing and frozen
As the pain eases away
I close my eyes
And with my last breath
Say your name....
Take My HeartWounded hearts bleed so deepTake My Heart10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I grasp bending down on one knee
I up look up at her
With tears in my eyes
Begging and pleading one more time
Please I cry
Remove it from me
I can't handle the pain
So deep within me
Let me feel nothing
Because its all a lie
Love is supposed to be beautiful
Yet instead I cry
Lifting the knife
With shaking hands
Blood dripping from it
Into the sand
Kneeling down next to me
Her eyes open wide
Staring at the fresh scars
Where my heart does be
Shaking her head
She holds me close
Covering the cuts
As I lean in close
Cry little one
She says to me
Pour your heart out
Let the pain free
Tears of an AngelTears of an AngelTears of an Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know how much longer that I can be strong,
This storm is so great, I feel like I am coming undone,
Winds wrapping around me, I can hardly breathe,
The rains breaking me down, tearing at the seams,
Burning eyes I have, that don’t shed a tear,
The weight upon my shoulders, I can no longer bear
What once was strong and impenetrable, these walls of mine,
Are slowly crumbling around me, dust into the ground
No longer able to shield myself, from all that’s going on,
A heart slowly dying inside, no longer filled with joy,
Sadness and sorrow have engulfed my very soul,
Sometimes I truly wish that I wasn’t here anymore.
Wings battered and bruised, fail me as I fall to my knees,
No longer able to glide and fly, enjoying the breeze,
Dreams that were once so real, burning to nothing but ash,
Are blown away with the wind, floating by so fast,
I watch them as they fade, all my hope is gone,
A sad melody fills my ears, as my tears finally fall…
Our Poor JesterOur poor Jester bit off more than she could chew,Our Poor Jester1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I suppose it was inevitable, being the human in the crew.
It happens to all of us, and we all must start anew,
But still, our poor poor Jester, you have us, your crew.
Now I know you might not want a Reaper's comforts,
And well, even despite my best efforts.
The touch of death is hardly the greatest of comforts,
Even though an Angel's pity is one of the sweetest of desserts.
Callous hands and callous ways, coupled with a callous tongue,
I cannot help but feel I'm to blame, at least if only for some.
Please know, none of it was intended, I never tried to depress you,
Guys, it looks like our poor Jester has bit off more than she can chew.
Don't worry though Riddle, we have people to take care of you,
The perfect person, an Angel for comfort, and of course Sarah too.
Our poor poor Jester has bitten off more than she can chew...
But as long as we have breath in our lungs, we will look after you.
His Final BattleEveryone dies.His Final Battle8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Even warriors die.
That doesn't make it any easier on us when it happens.
We grieve. We feel pain.
My poor little friend. I can't express the sadness I feel. Yesterday evening, when I found out the news, I wasn't able to think about it. I wasn't able to think about it last night either, not without tears.
I can't believe he's gone.
We've all loved him so. He was always there, ever since I started high school, which was five years ago and five years isn't much for a cat. He was there even before Arthur. I knew his mother. And that small, fluffly bunch of his brothers and sisters which all disappeared very quickly. Only he and his sister survived the first summer. That's why we named her, Lucky. And only he returned after it. I remember him as a little kitten. He was small and grey and he had a strange voice. He meowed like no cat did. He was always picking fights with other cats and always coming back. The true fighter. The true warrior.
My little warri
Dancing with YouDance with me, my friendDancing with You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the grace of the moonlight
Beneath the stars that have no end
Just you, I, and the night
Our laughter knows no limits
Much like our carefree spirits
Dance with me, my sweet
Like on those warm summer nights
Before in my heart I accept defeat
You were one of many delights
Aboard this wonderful ship
And now it seems I’ve let you slip
Dance with me, my love
Like you always used to
Take away my tears with your smile
You did as only friends do
To draw my own mischievous grin
From out of the darkness within
Talia wiped away a tear as she rolled up the paper and slipped it carefully in a bottle. With all her might and anger, she threw it into the sea and watched it float away. Standing on the railing of the ship, she sighed and looked to the moon. Another tear kissed her cheek, and she whispered, as if to the horizon, “I miss you, my friend…”
This Ends With MeThis Ends With MeThis Ends With Me9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hold the knife
Over your back
I calm my breath
I hold myself steady
On the count of three
But then your future life
Flashes through my eyes
Of how you will live
If this part dies
How your eyes will lose
And how each step
Will take all the strength
you can muster
How you will become bitter
Maybe you'll hang your head
And just do what you're told
You'll pass this hurt
From that to the next
And I'll have started this
How many lives down the road
Will i have wrecked?
And now I must ponder
Now I must see
Why this knife
Is even a choice with me?
It happened to me once
Oh, how I'm sure
Everything’s fair in
Love and war
I lunge at you
With these thoughts set
And here starts a choice
I may regret
There's a clatter from
Steel on the floor
You look back to me
And i wonder if I should
Bolt to the door
But instead, I hold tight
My arms around you
Who has not a clue
Of what i just
Intending to do
Now i don’t regret th
VillainWhy can’t I say what I wantVillain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this world where deception rules
And fake smiles hold families together?
Why is it so hard
For me to be honest
When all my life I’ve lied?
In this world of lightly treading
Manipulation and untruths
Why is it that honesty
Solves my problems
But hurts everyone else?
Is that all I’m meant to do?
To cause pain and misery?
Why have I tried all my life
To disguise my emotions,
To protect people,
Only to find that
It hurts them all the same?
Perhaps I am selfish.
In protecting them,
I protected myself
I never wanted
to hurt anyone
So I took myself away
Living under a mask
Shrouded in lies
I fooled even myself
Into thinking I was the hero
Instead I am the siren;
I am the villain
Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"Money can't buy happiness.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the old tale we all know so well,
The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.
There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,
It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.
She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,
She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad.
But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,
There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.
She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
But on the inside, her heart was hurting,
The reason why this tale is so saddening.
She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,
Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.
Angel's Journey - Angel ReturnsAngel’s Journey - Angel ReturnsAngel's Journey - Angel Returns1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel watched as the door opened, with her head held high walked through with Omega. She let out a soft breath when she felt the sand beneath her feet and heard the door close shut behind her. The fresh breeze felt good up against her skin. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the ocean. It sounded so peaceful. They were back on the little island where she first met the Keeper. A part of her didn’t want to go back, but she had two promises to keep. Sighing she turned and jumped slightly when she saw Reaper standing beside her. “What…what are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you to return, I knew you would.” he replied with a knowing smirk.
Angel stood there shocked at first and blinked. She didn’t know what to say. Reaper chuckled at the look on her face, which irritated her some. He reached out and hugged her. Angel stiffened instantly at the contact. Reaper frowned but didn’t say anything.
GravityI promise I’m not like everybody else.Gravity9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not here to
I’m not here to
I’m here to
I’m here to
I’m here to
Please don’t say I’m like everybody else.
Because I’m not here to
But sometimes, gravity is
Sometimes you’re going to
But I promise, even if I’m not there…
I’ll still be there, for you.
Niebo nad Bajkalem - Rozdzial IVSmużka porannego światła wdzierająca się przez niewielką szparę w zasłonach, padła na twarz Rosji, budząc go. Iwan zmarszczył brwi i z wciąż zamkniętymi oczyma przewrócił się na drugi bok. Wtulił mocniej twarz w poduszkę, obejmując ją ramionami. Jeszcze trochę... Mam czas... Jednakże chłód w pokoju nie pozwolił mu już więcej na sen. Iwan poczuł, jak ciało pod koszulą nocną pokrywa mu gęsia skórka. Otulił się mocniej kołdrą, otworzył niechętnie jedno oko i poszukał sennie wzrokiem wiszącego na ścianie w pobliżu zegara. Ósma... Położył się na wznak i wpatrzył w sufit. Pomieszczenie przepełniała głęboka cisza, a delikatne, miarowe tykanie odpędzało stopniowo sen, zastępując go natarczywymiNiebo nad Bajkalem - Rozdzial IV2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Niebo nad Bajkalem - Rozdzial IIIWARSZAWANiebo nad Bajkalem - Rozdzial III2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Dobrali się do zdecydowanej większości kamer i je powyłączali. mężczyzna rozsiadł się wygodnie przed monitorem komputera i wcisnął parę przycisków na klawiaturze. Na ekranie pojawił się niewyraźny obraz. Na nasze szczęście przeoczyli jedną z nich. Tutaj. wskazał palcem na dwie ciemne postacie wlokące korytarzem czyjeś bezwładne ciało. Prezydent Rzeczypospolitej Polskiej pochylił się do przodu, by się lepiej przyjrzeć. Jego amerykański sojusznik, wyraźnie wzburzony, stał nieruchomo tuż za nim marszcząc gniewnie czoło i również starając się dostrzec cokolwiek na ekranie. Od wielu godzin nie powiedział ani słowa, a zachowywane przez niego wręcz grobowe milczenie sprawiało, że pełna napięcia atmosfera udzielała się wszys
do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
their only love is a pen,
or weapon of choice.
their only home is the mind.
do not marry a writer.
they will leave you for hours,
lost in different worlds.
pulling them out is like waking a sleepwalker.
they will never live the same moment again.
thoughts are lightning quick,
and will never strike the same place more than once.
marry a writer.
only if you want your body
transformed into words.
do not marry a writer.
if you are a flower
requiring constant watering.
you will die, and we will turn your ashes into l e t t e r s.
but marry a writer,
if you want to live forever.
Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.Maybe Aliens are Real7 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Maybe they've already been here. Maybe some still are.
Maybe they don't look any different than us. Maybe they don't have big heads, weird skin, and big bulgy eyes. Maybe they look just like us. Maybe they're the same inside and outside. Maybe their blood is red. Perhaps they have a few evolutionary traits that are more or less advanced than us, but maybe they're able to blend in as "specially gifted." Maybe some humans can do those "special things" too.
Your best friend could be from another planet. Maybe you are. Maybe your parents never told you that you cam from another world. But you don't seem too different, do you? You look like humans, you speak like humans, you act like humans...
Maybe life forms on other planets aren't much different than us. Cultural differences, maybe, and perhaps the progress of their civilizations, are slower or faster than ours.
What if an entire society is from a different planet, just fitting in with us? Maybe France is fr
Niebo nad Bajkalem: rozdzial VI - czesc IRozdział VI - część INiebo nad Bajkalem: rozdzial VI - czesc I1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Czas chyba najwyższy, byś wyjawił mi swój wielki plan. – Feliks przechadzał się gorączkowo w tę i nazad po hotelowym pokoju. Od samego rana, a konkretnie od momentu pobudki w ramionach Rosjanina, czuł się nieswojo. Nie tylko z powodu niezręcznej sytuacji, jaka zaistniała. Przez cały ten czas miał niezbyt komfortowe wrażenie ciepła na skórze i uznałby je za zwykłą gorączkę, która wynikła z wczorajszego spaceru przez mroźny, syberyjski las, gdyby nie objęło również wnętrza. Polska czuł, jak dziwne gorąco pali mu trzewia, wypełnia płuca, pełznie wzdłuż przełyku, zaciska się na gardle. Przełknął ślinę z trudem. Co to było? Żal? Gorycz? Och, jak bardzo by chciał się tego pozbyć. - Wydostaliśmy się z Mos
Look Inside My Heart - prologueLook Inside My HeartLook Inside My Heart - prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every moment passed in a hazy blur as he sat there in that chill hospital room holding the infant in his arms, there were thousands of thoughts running through his head and not one made sense. A plan was in place but now as he looked upon that pretty little face it all had changed, he no longer knew what he was doing or what he had planned... The door opened and in walked a tall and tan man, a small smile was on his face as he approached, "Hey..." he whispered. "Are you okay?"
A sigh had escaped his throat as he continued to look at the baby softly, "Yeah..." he replied softly. "I want to keep him." Curious eyes stared upon him but he smiled back with reassurance hidden in those crystal eyes, a tear rolled down his cheek as they began to discuss the future and the impact this would have but by the time they had arrived it was all settled, that child was going to go home with them and everything would be alright.
He'd see to that.
I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,I'm going to cry.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.
I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.
I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.
I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.
Niebo nad Bajkalem - Rozdzial VGDZIEŚ NA BEZDROŻACH ZACHODNIEJ ROSJINiebo nad Bajkalem - Rozdzial V2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Śnieg padał miękko, tłumiąc wszelkie dźwięki. Sprawiał, że świat stał się jedną wielką pustynią bezgłośności. Feliks wyglądał przez okno, z nikłym zainteresowaniem obserwując kolejne mijane przez nich zaspy. Jedna, druga, trzecia O, sosna! A tu druga! Czwarta, piąta, szósta Zgubił rachubę. Monotonia bieli, zbyt dobrze znanej bieli, go przytłaczała. Przywoływała na myśl nieprzyjemne wspomnienia samotności, głodu i piekielnego zimna, które swego czasu dręczyły go, gdy przebywał na syberyjskim wygnaniu. Wygnaniu, którego niekwestionowanym sprawcą był Znużony, odwrócił wzrok od szyby i spojrzał na kierowcę. Jechali już ładnych parę godzin, a Iwan przez cały ten cz
Survivalist NewsletterDear Survivalists,Survivalist Newsletter10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In light of the recent remission of people
we are writing you today.
You see, the exit plans are only provisions
for leaving a beautiful sort of language
of fossil records,
like entire rogue planets in red bloom,
as warnings between the architecture
of a fresh wreckage.
And the most romantic spin is that we've succeeded
but only briefly-
of a scenario of beached whales;
the reckless communism of the sun.
To those who are receiving this:
God has been missing for several years
and a body was never found.
Our advice is to desecrate your atlases
as a sacrament to whatever it is
that we've pissed off this time.
Cut them down, cut them and spread them
across the lamp, the walls,
the threshold of your shitty apartment
and take drugs that remind you of the people
you once were
because everything is wonderful
but only on paper.
And on paper we must remain,
upright and angry. We must remain
with our music and stories. We must remain.
Our assurance is in your s
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?