because love and death go hand in handthere was a man with a dull coatbecause love and death go hand in hand11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting on the green park bench.
dying leaves appeared to flutter about him,
but they were just falling.
surely, he was an artist.
only an artist could create such an illusion
and fade the barrier
between beauty and death.
he was writing,
or perhaps he was drawing;
she couldn't tell which.
his fingers were delicate around his pencil,
cradling it in a gentle grip,
though she could see barely controlled tension
and violence hidden shallowly beneath.
on a whim,
on a quick and petty impulse,
she walked closer to his park bench-
more grey than green, decidedly-
and tried to look over his shoulder.
he crumpled the paper in sheer frustration
just as her line of sight attached to it.
she saw it bounce on the dirty path
as the man stood up stiffly,
glancing at her briefly
with a flicker in his eyes.
he was gone.
she sat on the bench moments later
and opened the bundle of paper,
and when she did,
she realized that this man
had not been creating a drawing
nor a po
sickSicksick2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep every night
Of you promising to hold me tight
I'm sick of being alone every day,
Of being accused all the way
I'm sick of being a meaningless thing
And treating you like a king,
I'm sick of being alone,
Of not being noticed or known
I just want some love,
None of us to be above
I just want some of your time
I want this to be sublime
But what I want you can't see,
And you just let me be,
Lonely and empty inside,
Knowing I will never be your bride
This is haw I go every day,
Trying to get all the way,
But I'm at the end of the line,
I'm dead, drowning in wine .
Now vs. ThenIt used to be "Just a hug"Now vs. Then11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Then I was hugged by the one I love
Hands were "Normal, almost useless"
Until I found someone to hold them
Goodbye was just "A simple word"
Until the day that goodbye hurt
A kiss was just "a show of affection"
Until the day you made me want them
To hold someone close was "Strange and weird"
Until I missed you when you weren't near
Fighting was "Normal and expected"
Until you really made me regret them
Mornings were "Sluggish and stressful too"
But now I jump from my bed to see you
I "Never really got much sleep"
But now it's worse 'cuz you're all I dream
To fall in love was "of no use"
Until the day I fell for you
TiredI’m so tired ofTired11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spilling out poetry
About being broken
I have enough bandages
To build me a rope up to heaven
(Or maybe even down to hell)
Perhaps they’re culminating
In the center of my chest
That would explain the
Weight of an anvil
That can’t be shaken
I’ve got a diagnosis
For that reason why
I’ve been leaving class every day
For two grueling weeks
I’ve got meds that don’t work
And confidential conversations
And a few scabs on my leg
From when I decided
To play with scissors
I’ve got a sadness towards myself
That I can’t expel
It’s an assailant in the night
Coming and going
Impossible to trace
No one understands it
I don’t understand it
I just want it to stop.
I want to disappear
Into a book
Or a journal page
And leave behind
The inexplicable tears
I’m tired of feeling weak
When everyone is telling me
How strong I am
And feeling ugly
When people tell me
That they think I’m beautiful
And not wanting to talk
Letter to a friendDearest friend of mineLetter to a friend1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you forgotten me?
Silly question isn’t it?
I know you haven’t
The rumors you’ve started
Have caught fire,
Did you really think I wouldn’t hear?
Did you truly think I wouldn’t find you out?
What did I do?
Was I a bad friend?
I was always there for you
You leaned so heavily on me,
I thought I might collapse,
I wish you hadn’t betrayed me,
Now I must end you
NightingaleFollow me into the night my precious nightingale.Nightingale7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I promise of nothing but sweet contentment.
Let your weary eyes rest for a moon.
Just close them my love.
Put your mind at ease,
Even if it's only for a short amount of time.
The quietness shall lull you into an untroubled paradise of dreams.
You will no longer be drowning in the ocean rifts,
To which submerge your thoughts.
Though your woes may be the heavy anchor that weighs you with a burden,
Allow your mind a moment of indulgence.
By breaking the chain that bounds you to reality,
You're permitting yourself a moment in time to breathe.
Open the window to which you can paint what you want to see.
Free yourself from the prison in which you've been locked in for so long.
The key you've been searching so long for has always been within you.
For it lies deep in reach of your jaded consciousness.
Its always been up to you to decide when the time was right.
Now tell me my darling...
Will you unlock the door to where your freedom lies ah
Apology..I know that it bothered you,Apology..11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
it's so plain to see.
And now you'll do what you have to,
just to avoid me.
Trust me, I understand.
And It's just what I'd expect.
'Cuz I hate who I am,
and so do all the rest.
I'm a stupid, rage filled, jerk,
and a psychopathic freak.
But I'll still try to make it work,
so here's my apology..
I'm sorry if I lost my grip,
sorry I lost control.
I'm sorry I'm such a piece of shit.
But please say you wont go.
I know I'm not the best of guys,
and I know that I'm no good.
But will you let me dry your eyes,
And try and be the way I should?
I can learn to open up,
and learn to cage my wrath.
'Cuz you know that no matter what,
you're my first, my only, and my last.
And I know that just "sorry"
will not be good enough.
No excuses, lies, or stories,
Not towards the girl I love.
I swear that I will fix,
all my damaged parts.
I swear and I'll do it,
to win back your heart.
If you still feel unhappy,
it'll be okay,
to hold me, hit me, or hate me.
Or even push me away..
MOTU POP TimelineWhaaat? Keith put up a HTML document instead of a PDF? But why?MOTU POP Timeline2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Because I want you, dear reader, to be able to use the links within this document, that's why. Now pretend to gasp in shock and awe as I pull aside the curtain on the creative process a little just to make things easier on you.
If you've been following the admittedly ginormous Masters of the Universe / Princess of Power (MOTU/POP) project I've been working on with fellow author Silverrose14, you've an inkling of how much material this is to keep track of.
So here is all the stories she commissioned me to write for this project alongside her own works. All the stories have been arranged according to this alternate universe's chronology, which should aid readers old and new to making sense of the damn things.
And say, if you like what you see when reading these stories, please consider hiring me yourself.
ShowtimeYou use your superficiality like a stage curtain.Showtime1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lovely velvet curtain, passionate red, deep and rich.
Your audience sits and stares at the curtain.
Eager but waiting.
Everyone but me was happy to sit and wait–wait for those curtains to open and for the
real show to finally begin.
You didn’t expect to ever meet a person to peek behind.
To steal a glance behind those curtains.
When I did–when I became appalled at what I saw–you blamed me.
Like I was the freak.
Like I was the one doing wrong.
I was sent back to the audience to sit with everyone else.
Telling others in the audience bared no good.
They didn’t believe me.
The curtains! They would cry. The curtains are too lovely to hide anything but greatness.
You are a freak! They would whisper as I grumbled, alone and to myself.
I wasn’t a freak.
Not then, not now.
I was only impatient.
I only wanted the show to start.
Turns out, the show I was waiting for is one I didn’t pay to see.
Happy Frog - The enchanted ToadOne day Kas had one of her rarely free Days without being chased of mysterious Boxes or creepy Salesgirls to put her in erotic happy-sacks.Happy Frog - The enchanted Toad2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a really good breakfast she decided to go to the park for an few hours to walk an get some rest of her Apartment and its constricting emotions it caused when Kas thoughts about her 'adventures' as Cat-Girls or all the other stuff she ran through. So a little walk, she thought, would let her mind a little bit distracted and get some rest too. So she put on her jacket, grabbed her keys and went directly to the great Park near her Apartment. It was a very big Park, nearly a little wood itself. Kas liked this Park and she loved the small overgrown trails because no one else used this trails and she would be undisturbed while she was watching and absorbing the odors of nature.
It was a really nice day with much sunshine and warm enough to catch no cold. It was a really lovely spring morning and the Dew on the leaves glistened like diamonds in the
Crater of distanceThere's a moon and there's a sun.Crater of distance11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And it's all about distance.
Do you hear them chuckle? It's really different from a sparkle,
because sparkling is bound to be seen, reflected, It's about seeing!
He finds her eyes chuckling when the moon and sun meet at dusk,
the only moment sun and moon meet their stares.
Wherever he goes,
follows a distance in his thought. He is far from her,
and will continue to be further away as time will pass by.
Like the time, night has its moon and when the sun is there to claim the parting of night and that moon.
A distance is created;
again and again,
in his head too. He thinks, her head is filled with more thoughts without him being one.
They meet at dusk, when the whole world is about to look different. They become hal
Mondays.Mondays.1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Frankly, I do not waste my time watching tv. The tv series are bullshit and I hate commercials. I'd rather watch movies, really. But there was I, still in my pajamas, watching cartoons with Bob. He was also still in his sleeping clothes, looking ragged with his unshaven face. I chuckled at the two of us.
"Nothing funny," Bob muttered, eyes glued on the tv. We were watching his favourite. And yes, Bob Bryar likes cartoons. He is the only childish matured person I know and don't make me explain further.
"We are funny," I told him, snuggling closer.
"That doesn't make any sense," he replied nonchalantly. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about it. I huffed and hugged my knees, focusing at Mr. Bean and his beloved Teddy in their absurd adventures.
Bob giggled and I shot him a curious look. Bob's giggle is fucking girlish. I don't even...
"Heh," he grinned stupidly, totally ignoring me. Well, okay then, fine. I will do whatever I want.
Smirking to myself, I crept closer to h
Death.It took some timeDeath.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To convince myself
That you don't exist.
The sadness that secretly consumed you.
Everything that made you,
The fear in your eyes,
The cuts on your body,
Hands clenched, gasping for air while
The drugs soared through your veins;
All of that was real?
The smile that could span miles,
The glazed eyes that told so many stories,
The creative mind that once captivated the world
And all that's left are the memories
That torture, consume and, on occasion,
Bring joy to my mind.
It's all surreal,
But I'm beginning to believe it's true.
You're forever in my memory;
But I've come to accept the fact
That you don't exist.
Light Angelangel within my sparkling eyeLight Angel11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
flying so high
above the hellish skies
do no deny
Boosting so much happiness
Welcoming you into her chest
To rest your mind
Tied to ones pride
Let her wash over you
Within every fallen light
Lost My MusicLost My Music3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When I look up at the sky, I can't help wonder why
We can't be here together
And no matter where you are right now
All I want is to be by your side
Everytime I think of you, I wish I were there too
Instead of feeling lonely
Since you took me to the cinema
Can't help it, you're always on my mind
Cause the one I love has gone so far away
And it hurts so much I almost lost my music
I can't wait to wake up from this endless dream
And be together everyday till we say good night
I still, I still, I love you
I'm waiting, waiting, forever
I still, I still, I love you
Right until the end of time. HEY!
If there was ever a chance, you'd take a second guess
I'm sure you'd do it one day
But the fact is you just don't pretend
To despise, the chance i'd be your love
It's too much for you to hold, I would pay for you in gold
Because i'm just that lonely
Did you ever think that maybe God
Put us here just for us to unite?
Cause the one that's bending me in two tonight
Is the one that's been bending me s
The Music BoxA box of melodies rests onThe Music Box11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sturdy table of trust.
Its twinkling songs of adoration
as two lovers swoon and twirl.
Oh, happiness! Hands attached,
the small lovers on glued to box
need not stop for the key
Yet slowly, the table of trust
beings to crack.
A stop in the gears
prevents the lovers from dancing.
Skies change to tense gray
and the moving crack
further and further,
faster and faster,
harder and harder...
The box of melodies
and the lovers hands
The unremitting key
and the sweet, sweet melody
Dramatic Confusion-Hina...Sakurabot 01 goes onlineNaruto thought for a long time about how he could finally bring Sakura to fall in love with him. But it did not help. She just was more attracted by Sasuke. So he decided to change this one for all. For days he hid in his apartment, and even with an A-rank mission Tsunade could not lure him out.Dramatic Confusion-Hina...Sakurabot 01 goes online2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After almost 30 days Hinata decided to see on things. She was worried about Naruto and feared that maybe he was sick or worse. The neighbors claimed that they had heard strange noises coming from Naruto's apartment. This made Hinata even more nervous and anxious.
As she entered the apartment, she met almost a stroke. It looked as if a bomb had struck. The whole room was littered with dirty clothes and food scraps. She hardly dared to enter, and called his name softly and hesitantly.
"Na Naruto?" There was no answer.
Carefully, she went further and called again and again Naruto's name. What she had not noticed was that a flash had appeared shortly after she set her foot across the threshold
RumoursInk in his arteries,Rumours1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Printed fictions on his tongue in bitter tastebud braile
He thought he could outrun the echoes
But words have wings and whispers carry
Lies travel at the speed of sound.
A world of words collapses quickly.
Not a writer, just a liar
His house of pages is on fire.
He talks in tongues, twisted, tied,
Tying nooses tighter when he tries to talk.
He talks and talks and talks in circles,
Eventually word gets around.
My MotherMy MotherMy Mother1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I spoke you saw it right to pause and listen
If only all could be so blessed, to have a soul so luminous
Smiles so infectious, tears so meaningful, suffering real yet poignant
If I cry you stop the bleeding, righting the wrongs and making the sin disappear
Life itself has no meaning without your treasures and light
Selfless, always working silently in the shadows, you never asked for one thing in return
I really can’t ever know all you sacrificed for me
What I can know is you suffered alongside me whenever I felt pain
Your gift I would have not existed without, and will never deserve, a love that transcends death
Your love will protect me, just as God will protect you, my guardian angel in human guise
The Lonely LovebirdThey took me awayThe Lonely Lovebird1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“Oh boy! I’ve been bought!
A new family to love me”
Or so I had thought
But as soon as they took me
Out of the box
They crammed me in a cage
And clipped on some locks
I was never to leave
Except to be cleaned
All that they wanted
Was for me to sing
So I sang and sang
And I sang my heart dry
Until I wished to be silent
If only I could cry
But the quieter I was
The emptier the room
The less they would see
The more there’d be gloom
Could they not see
That broken is my heart
All the loneliness
Has torn me apart
Through rebellion and fear
My feathers I plucked
Until I looked like a mess
And came my bad luck
They tried to grab me
And do me away
But I bit my hardest
How else could I say?
I’ve been hurt and disgraced
But a pretty bird in a cage
Not to be loved
But to perform on a stage
Now they’d given up
And taken me back
But the store did not want
The beauty I lack
Now I’m but a heap
Buried deep and below
But no mourning there was
The Writer's FollyI suffer from blank page syndromeThe Writer's Folly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write a line
Type out a word
Delete it and agonize over the replacement for hours
Erase a stanza
Create a new one
Change the title
Leave it permanently Untitled
Commit to a style
Realize hours have elapsed
Start once again with a blank page
Repeat cycle whenever inspiration strikes
Ink My HeartInk my heartInk My Heart7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the names
Who loved me.
Tattoo my veins
With the words
Who left me.
Brand my soul
With the blood
Who forgot me.
Until I'm covered
In the ink
Of days past.
Silenced TormentI manufactured glass heartsSilenced Torment11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled to the brim with emotions that would bring me
to my knees,
and I laughed maniacally at the way
it destroyed others. They were nameless screams
that broke into the calm
of the witching hours that haunted the night and
lulled me to sleep in the arms of demons
who only loved me to feel human.
We made love to the sound of broken hearts
and fractured friendships;
muffled sobs and blood-curdling screams,
blocking them out with frantic kisses that
stole my breath and caught my skin on fire
under their lustful hands.
Vocal chords contorted into sounds of agony
did nothing to sway my emotions,
but the demons whom I loved for false reasons
were tempted away to hear the
sirens of misfortune,
and I was left alone with my thoughts and makeshift hearts
I had yet to stuff into someone’s unsuspecting chest.
It was then that I realized
that the glass hearts I molded to perfection were modeled
after my own ever-beating, ever-hurting heart –
for I did not kn