Eternal SleepA sirens song,Eternal Sleep2 years 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....
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love2 years 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
Tears of an AngelTears of an AngelTears of an Angel2 years 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…
That SongGently, gently it's returningThat Song2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Entering with the elegance
Of a dancer on light feet
Before you really know what's happened
The song already reached the soul
Quickly, quickly, it is freeing
All the memories pushed aside
With an innocent yet evil smile
And before you know what's happening
Everything comes back again.
I wish I could have been strong
As strong as you have been
I wish I could be that strong now
And remember without burning tears
You were weak and fragile
But calm, so calm and strong...
I wish I would not know this song
Which speaks to me of you
Which holds up a mirror to my face
This song he told me was his favourite
Back when he was still like my brother
Long before he suddenly abandoned me.
Gently, gently it's returning
Entering with the elegance
Of a dancer on light feet
The song I whish I could forget
Keeps on playing endlessly in my head.
I wish I could be strong
And just forget...
This Ends With MeThis Ends With MeThis Ends With Me2 years 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
Our Poor JesterOur poor Jester bit off more than she could chew,Our Poor Jester2 years 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.
Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"Money can't buy happiness.2 years 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.
Take My HeartWounded hearts bleed so deepTake My Heart2 years 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
His Final BattleEveryone dies.His Final Battle2 years 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 You2 years 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…”
Sleeping BeautySleeping Beauty, let us wake you upSleeping Beauty2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without having us to put you back to sleep.
Sleeping Beauty, the world is changing
Around you and without you
Sleeping Beauty, your prince is gone
From your bedside, he cannot wait forever
The world is moving on and so does he
Sleeping Beauty, two years have passed already
Sleeping Beauty, time doesn't wait for you
There is no spell to keep you safe
You don't notice, but you're aging, too
While you're caught in a dreamless sleep
Sleeping Beauty, how long will this go on?
Please don't let us wait a hundred years
Or maybe, mabye I am wrong assuming
That you are cursed like the fairy tale princess
Maybe you are not Sleeping Beauty
But instead Snow White lying in her coffin
Made from glass and crystal by seven dwarves
And we didn't find the apple slice yet
Which is stuck in your throat
Oh, but how can we know?
The king's daughter sleeps like the dead
Alive, but unreachable for the living
And each time we try to bring you back
Your condition doesn't allow
AddictMy dear little man, now tired and weary,Addict5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The softness of sleep becomes dark and dreary.
In vivid dreams you see a bloodied ghost
Of the one you love and hate the most...
She tore into your veins,
And set them ablaze.
Even as you walked,
In a sickening haze.
You stole from the weak,
To feed your habit.
Blood upon the altar,
As you chased the rabbit.
A rabbit that enslaved,
Deep down the rabbit hole.
Inhaled like a blanket,
For the soul that was cold.
As the breathing became rapid,
And the vomiting begins.
You'll chase another rabbit,
To compound your sin.
And as your sins will grow,
So too will the madness.
It sinks into the heart,
And begins warping the canvas.
It paints it in bitterness,
The colour of black...
The colour of voices,
That lash at your back.
So dear little man, over pure white grains,
Are you done with this life of an endless pain?
I'll give you a solution, you need only apply...
For the man who is an addict, must surely die!
VillainWhy can’t I say what I wantVillain2 years 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
TruthWe are often eager to surrender,Truth5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because the burden of choice is harsh.
We would rather blame others for our failings,
Instead of seeking an answer within our mistakes.
I am as guilty as anyone else when it comes to this.
How many days have I spent screaming at the darkness;
Spitting bitter words that blistered my own lips...
Even as my eyes grew clouded, shrouded by hate.
I railed against iron walls about a solitude I had created.
Anger became my mask for an open plea:
Because I simply wanted someone to acknowledge me...
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.Note to Self5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Angel's Journey - Angel ReturnsAngel’s Journey - Angel ReturnsAngel's Journey - Angel Returns2 years 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.
Germanyxreader - It don't mean a thingThere you were again, sitting at a table near the edge of the heated room. Bodies were twisting and twirling on the dance floor, guys spinning and dipping girls, pulling off moves that were a huge risk to even perform. You laughed and clapped along with the music as a good swing tune came on by the ever-famous Benny Goodman. You squirmed in your seat, wishing you had the courage to get up and dance with everyone else, but you knew that you would never have the nerve to ask a guy to take your hand and swing with you. So there you sat in the jazz club, dressed in the British style that a lot of people hated.Germanyxreader - It don't mean a thing2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This wasn't the first time you had come to one of these types of dances. The first time you had heard of them, you were in the music shop, scanning through some records. Your eyes had traveled to a group of students from your school, looking over their shoulders and whispering about something that you could only catch a few bits of. When they left, you walked over and began looking t
Role Reversal III (For Arkham Insanity)Role Reversal III (For Arkham Insanity)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Role Reversal III
The minute Little Germania woke up, there was only one thought that went through his mind MUST KILL ROME. This was Little Germania's only motive each morning, even at such an innocent, tender age. To kill that pesky, auburn-haired, dummkopf Rome was his goal in life. Germania didn't know why he hated Little Rome, but he never bothered to answer that question; he was only about a 7-year-old (in human age) after all.
Germania silently slid off the bed, careful not to wake his Vater. He slowly lowered his feet to the floor, and crouched down. He stretched his short, chubby arm under the bed, and his hand clasped onto a rough wooden rod. He took out his spear, but he was not satisfied yet. He continued to rummage under the bed for his trusty sword, trying not to make a racket. He felt something smooth and cold, and slipped the sword out as quietly as possible.
Now that he had his weapons of mass destruction, he stood on his tippy toes to check if
flaming heart ivdear fireheart,flaming heart iv4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my sister in souls,
i'm glad to be of comfort.
i see you clear; no metaphor, no simile
could ever hide your glowing soul.
there are things about being
small that i've come to love.
how you're so close to the ground,
you hear the whispers of leaves
when walking through the forest;
how you're always on a level
with the prettiest flowers...
i feel so small, fragile, gentle
and that's all i like to be.
but somedays, i just need the harsh noise
of heels clicking with my steps
(to drive away enemies, predators with sharp teeth),
i'm sure you and your inch,
there's nothing like throwing
your words into the wind, is there?
you can let your wishes fly
over the ocean, where i'll listen
to them all.
europe is a lovely thing,
i've come to see some of its splendour,
on monday, i will be in venice.
does your mother sometimes speak
german, do you know how this harsh language
can be so tender?
i love every letter as it dances off my tongue.
luckily, i'm not a poisonous
Poetic Letter #3Dear angel with the crimson wings,Poetic Letter #35 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please hold on just one more day
I won't tell you all the troubles fade away
Because we know it would be a lie
You don't need to stay strong for me
I never think you're weak when you cry.
Oh, how I wish I could reach out
And take those tears away from you
Or turn them into shards of the gem
Which are as beautiful as your soul
But I am nothing but words on a screen
My angel, please never forget
The promise that we have made
That none of us would ever leave
The other one behind, all alone
And incomplete forevermore.
I beg you on my kneed to stay
To hold on just one more day
For when the sun will raise again
I'll show you what the darkness hides:
There's still beauty in this world
It's hidden from the first glance though,
Like you sometimes hide yourself
But give me this one chance to show
You the treasure that I found
And let the sunbeams warm your soul
Life can be so wonderful, my love
I wish I could prove it to you.
It's in a stranger's smile and wave
Infinityyou want to take him and turn him into his basic elementsInfinity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until he is a collection of sparkling particles
an essence you can breathe into your lungs
and hold there like smoke
you want to become the emptiness between his spine
the infinity behind those bones
a healed fracture in his soul
And he saw the moon.Hidden awayAnd he saw the moon.8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from his heart and home
and after his tears
had been stolen away ,
he looked up to sky
and saw the moon.
He wondered what this radiance
that still shined upon him
was, for even the sun
had forsaken him
and he blessed it
and deemed it his savior.
from love and light
and after his hope
had been stolen away,
he looked up
and saw the moon.
And each night he prayed
to its light's benevolence
and would place a chair
beneath it and reach
he was closer to its kindness.
from his wonder and worry
and after his care
had been stolen away ,
he looked up to sky
and saw the moon.
And he began to believe
and his belief cemented til
he began to know
there was no light<