You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?You Ever Felt It11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Pokusy XV***Pokusy XV4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pokusa, aby uciec.
Pokusa, aby zostać.
Miał wrażenie, że minęły lata. Że czas przeistoczył się w koszmarnie powolną bestię, która skradała się gotowa zaatakować w każdej chwili. Dlaczego, gdy coś złego zaczyna się dziać - czas kpiąc nam w żywe oczy zwalnia niemiłosiernie? I czemu przecieka nam przez palce, kiedy jesteśmy szczęśliwi?
Nieustanny nauczyciel. Doceń lekcję albo pogrąż się w szaleństwie. Zbieraj dobre, krótkie chwile w swej pamięci lub rozpamiętuj morze złych.
Wbrew pozorom wybór nigdy nie jest łatwy, bo paradoksalnie łatwiej skupiać się na tym, co nieprzyjemne, co przykre i jakże codzienne. Dlatego właśnie szczęście bywa tak cenne.
Znowu opierał się o framugę drzwi jej komnaty. Znów ogień pożerał
Warlord's EquinoxWarlord's EquinoxWarlord's Equinox4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The tides they have turned / now winter is dying
The heralds of Freyja / refresh all the land
With Lenting now fading / I may not sit idle
The winds call me out / old dreams come to life
The time of my birth / is past forty winters
Great wealth I have gained / though much is at stake
Fights I have fought / and battles well weathered
Riches I gained / and the esteem of men
A hall I have built / with strong walls and candles
That gleam through the night / while the hearth-fire burns
Where ale flows and mead / and the venison roasts
To feed folk and family / sword-thanes and kin
My name is well known / by kinsfolk and foe
Shield-walls I shattered / by valour and strength
Men I have led / to riches and glory
Our tales being told / at bonfires by Skalds
My frouwe gifts the hall / with music and laughter
Hope-bearers small strive / to make us both proud
Atheling son / and bright-haired fierce maiden
One day to lead / the tribe when I'm gone
Timbers are polished /
UnreturnedWe are the thoughts not spokenUnreturned8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The words unsaid
We are the dreams that are awoken
The hope now dead
We are the stories unwritten
The songs unsung
We are the eyes that never met
The touch not felt
We are the hands that never held
The flame never burned
But your hand will hold anothers
And my love is unreturned
Too Gay?I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.Too Gay?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, politics, gay rights, or my significant other come up, I'm not shy about saying that I am a lesbian. If that offends you, the fault is yours, not mine.
Secondly, many people misinterpret normal behaviors as being innately gay. I've known straight men that have many stereotypically gay mannerisms and many straight wom
our ongoing deep/shallow swirlcan we control what flows from our soulsour ongoing deep/shallow swirl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if we cannot control what goes in?
we maneuver through the turbulence of life:
inherited genetic gifts and defects
inspirations or traumas we encounter
imprints and stains in our silent psyches.
deeply embedded good-or-bad memes:
postures we acquire FROM the turbulence of life
thus winning or losing IN the turbulence of life
and it's all influenced by random chance.
we hear people drowning;
they miss flashflood warnings.
we learn to sound the alarms.
llp - dA - aug2013
InertiaA tragic convulsion of misconstrued thought.Inertia5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
forgotten the snare, of which I've been caught.
Retrospection a massacre, Reminiscence amassed.
My leisure foretold, the tombstones have cast.
Those shadows inside, I've witnessed most dear.
Yet masks like inkblots, have begun to smear.
Their tongues now a murmur, evoked once before.
To whom they reside in, are conscious no more.
A tragic convulsion of misconstrued thought.
Forgotten the snare, of which I've been caught.
A harrowing curse, yet remittance was cloaked.
For misplaced remembrance of life's ample yoke.
Red Light Music first customer of the nightRed Light Music4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blow straight into thin air
by the time it's done
we've made silver stars
sometimes the young one comes along
OpenIf I opened my heart just like a book,Open7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how would you see me? Would you even still look?
Would you push me away and pretend I'm not there?
Would the honest me be just too much to bear?
If I threw away caution, let it fly in the wind.
Told you my secrets let all of you in.
Would you still look at me kindly, even still care?
Would you hold my hand gently and still be there?
If I looked at you with anger and sadness or fear,
with you, knowing the reasons, still lend an ear?
If I was to cry and fall down on my face,
would you lie and say nicely it was done with some grace?
With all of my faults laid out to see,
could you accept them and love them honestly?
The price you would pay seeing me under the light,
all the imperfection's and scars no more out of sight.
If you knew me, all of me, open and whole,
would you still say you love me, with all of your soul?
Would you look at me, the same as you do,
when you think that you know me,
when I know that's not true.
stay upnight flies over landstay up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
worries aspirations uncertainty
curled up under covers
some survive in dark
keeping wheels in motion
or haunted by memories
a graceful odd collage
jumble the dim peace
to silent lines
the night closes shop
delights hidden by sun
the magnificent go to slumber
(dedicated to all of us who would choose to live after the sun sets)
an elixir for serendipity"Have we met before?"an elixir for serendipity1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looks up at the soft query, and meets the shy dark eyes of the barista, whose gaze skitters away immediately. She has an average face, a forgettable air, an aura that inspires nothing in him.
"I don't think so," he responds absently, glancing down at the shiny surface of his watch. As he reaches out to take his cup, their fingertips brush, and he notices, vaguely, that her skin is very warm.
"Medium cappuccino, no sugar," he hears before he gives his order, and his astonishment causes him to look up from his phone.
It's his average-looking barista, looking back at him innocently, her lips pursed in a way that makes him think she is suppressing a laugh.
"We've met before," he says. "Haven't we?"
"I don't think so," she answers primly, and he fights a sudden urge to laugh as well.
Before he moves to take his coffee, he fishes up all the spare change in his pocket and drops it into the gratuity box.
He wakes up the next morning with a headache, induced by
winter wonderThe sky has been a palewinter wonder1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
gray for 3 days
the Earth has frozen over
as has my heart
still lays the hope inside me
I'm too young for this fate
but still underneath is the
dark depths of dismay
reasons to love a shy girli. men fear strong women,reasons to love a shy girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she's far from strong.
this wisp of a girl
doesn't even need a hurricane
to fall apart.
she'd glued and re-glued,
old bonds wearing thin,
but if you ask politely,
she'll let you touch her scars.
ii. her lips are fettered in rusted chains.
you'd need a crowbar to pry up
her whispered secrets.
you are not worthy to hear her voice
just as she is not worthy to give it to you.
she told me everything she knows,
and i shut it away,
kept it safe.
i tied the threads into double knots
just to make sure
they wouldn't curl away from me,
twisted up like a dead spider's legs.
iii. she is hewn from shadow,
woven from grains of sand.
you might think she'd flow,
breeze by on a sparrow's breath,
but she's never been good at
anything but sinking.
she is buried treasure, and all
the things you wish you could forget.
iv. you found her washed up on the shore,
drawing pictures of her flickering soul,
and knew she was too unsteady to love.
when you reached for her heart,
The ClashThe Clash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take that feeling of hopelessness
And wipe it from your face
That frown will get you nowhere,
And yet nowhere you will go.
Listen to the snow that breathes
On this glacial mountaintop.
The summit watches you, and it
Laughs at your marked cowardice.
It is telling you to turn away,
For the God that rests atop this crest
Holds a crown of blizzards,
The blood of dragons on his collar.
Slicing open the girths of faeries
That bleed harsh cold and despair.
A boya saplinga man like you
Could never brave the victorious screams.
You trudge onwards, yet,
Like the fool that you are.
Can you hear that sound, above
This blistering hurricane of ice?
It is him, and he is roaring,
Cackling at your vain cries and struggles.
He taunts you with his voice, daring you
To reach the top and touch him.
The exit is a solace to the scorching,
But you are not alone.
Upon this mountaintop, you have
Not even one,
He is in the distance, and yet
Abridged Character SheetAbridged Character Sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
- Book, Chapter
Appearance: (What does your character look like? Written descriptions are fine.)
Other Names: (Nicknames, pen names, pet names, etc.)
Titles: (Prefixes, suffixes, etc. Wikipedia has a great list of these here.)
Alternate Forms: (What can your character turn into, voluntarily or involuntarily, while retaining control over that form or not? Descriptions are fine. An entirely new character sheet would be best.)
Theme Song: (What song best describes you character?)
Death Date: (Leave this blank if you don't know when they will die. You can alwa
RainRain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
A Key PointHello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not uncool. Believe me, I am down with the youngsters. And I know the time it takes to capitalize could cause your conversation about your English teacher to Tanya to drag. I am the most understanding key on your keyboard, believe me. Not like Insert. Believe me, that guy's a total asshole. But I just think you really haven't considered all the dynamics
The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)Distinguished. Proper. Neat and tidy.The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That was how you were known at school. Little did they know......
You smiled, humming along to your earphones. You listened to a wide variety of things, ranging from old rock music to K- and J-pop. At the moment though you were infatuated with punk music. In fact you liked it so much you'd even started to dress that way.
You really liked the dress-style, it looked cool and rather good on you. Only thing was, you had no idea what your friends' reaction would be. Or anyone's reaction for that matter. Especially.....
So you'd taken to wearing your new clothes whenever you came home. Parading about in them, you sang loudly to yourself, a cheeky smile adorning your face.
The clouds, plants and birds were your only audience at this point, you didn't think you'd ever seriously sing in front of anyone else. Or so you thought anyway.
Contrary to your beliefs someone was spying on you, well, rather listening to your singing. He himself was quite notoriously
moonlight sonataThe violin playedmoonlight sonata1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I remember,
A past life.
Under a full man in a moon
the slight sent of roses in the air.
baby pink melodies
pink blushing of my cheek
where a gaze meant more
where gossamery touches was the world.
Dream: the GridOkay so this is one of the dreams I had while sick.Dream: the Grid6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're all good but I'll go in order of weird to weirdest.
So we're starting at the gate with this one.
It's the future, not too distant because I'm still young (and dumb).
But things have changed and the world is drastically different.
The world is now one under the watchful eye of the global government.
The government owns everything. All the businesses, the parks, the oceans, and
even the clouds.
You can advertise on clouds in the future.
Everyone, from babies to the elderly, is hooked up to a power grid like a
trolley or a cable car or whatever.
We all have a power line plugged into our backs that is attached to the power grid
that spider webs everything everywhere, even the bathroom!
Dogs and cats are the only approved house pets and they're on the pet grid!
No more fish or birds allowed. Fish don't do well attached to power lines and birds
fly and there are no grids in the sky.
It's illegal to intentionally disconnect your c