A sonnet for LinkWill you ever say any single word?
When running away to save the princess,
Only some syllables or grunts are heard,
Your silence is the key to your success.
Somehow you can have a conversation,
Everyone always knows what you mean,
No language with each reincarnation,
We just hear that war cry you always scream.
You are a genuine master swordsman,
Even though you've just had a little practice,
You don't remember your past lives, we can,
You're the hero of old, his apprentice.
So whenever you're going on a quest,
Please just remember that silence is best.
DesireWhat I desire most of all,Desire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is for my artwork not to fall,
Between the cracks and down the drain,
Never to be noticed or gain any fame.
Its not going to win any prizes,
With brush strokes of all different sizes.
Its not going to change your life,
Or end world trouble and strife.
But that's not really the point of my art,
All that matters is that it comes from my heart.
When all's said and done,
I think its much more fun,
To enjoy what I do,
Than hate it and have it noticed by you.
InsomniacSleepless nights are psychedelic tricksInsomniac2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the mind cannot know what it sees
nor see what it knows.
My eyes adjust to the pin points of light
in the dark and I watch as they morph
into your figure—suggestive and fabricated
but real to every extent
of my imagination.
The silence is defeaning
so I whistle your favorite tune
to pacify my heartbeat.
My body aches as memories parade
through my mind like the boxcars of a train
when they speed at night, revealed
only by the moonlight.
These memories I have tried to subdue
but my mind is itself a trainwreck
and I am powerless to the collision
between flashbulb recollections
and power of will.
So I lie in bed, crying and choking,
until the mercy of sleep lifts me up
and floats me away.
Combat ZonesHe wakes up in Vietnam every night,Combat Zones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
boot-clad feet trudging over mined ground,
trigger finger numb, back sore,
fatigue drenched from the monsoons,
and he prays to go home to her.
He finds himself next to her every morning,
dark bags under her eyes telling him
his twitching kept her awake again.
At breakfast she throws the dishes
and cries as the china shatters against the wall—
cries that she’s living in a combat zone
with a man who’s battling himself.
"Is there anything more destructive
than war?" she asks, and he looks at her
and says, “Love."
What stars doI’m not writing this to say goodbye, I’m writing this to say so long for now, because goodbye is so final and what’s really final in this world? Isn’t there some cosmic rule that says you can’t say goodbye to someone and never see them again? I’m sure there is. Because whenever we try to finalize things ourselves the stars align themselves in opposition, just to put us in our place. Just to remind us that the future is unknowable and unattainable and we shouldn’t try to put reigns on it.What stars do2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So, so long for now. That’s pretty final too if you stop to think about it. It presupposes that I won’t see you now, and now is just as unknowable and unattainable as the future because at any second you could walk through my door and I’d see you. You could apologize and say “let’s start over” and every molecule in me would scream no but I would say yes, and the stars would doom us all over again because that’s what sta
I never wiped your eyesI was never worthI never wiped your eyes3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your tears, but I love that you
shed them anyway
hold this against me.i extend my arm and tracehold this against me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lonely roads along my veins
that disappear like
highways in the night.
i shake my bottle of light
beer that i can't even stand
the taste of but drink
anyway because i refuse to
let myself have anything
and i think about that bridge
across from my college, over
the ravine, and how much i
want to fly.
"oh, that rebecca," they'll
say, "she was a scholarly girl.
believed in the impossible. set
her goals sky high."
that's me—the idealistic one,
the naive one, the one who
chases what she knows she
i set the bottle down,
draw my legs up, tuck my
arms into the crook between
them and my stomach, and
become someone else entirely.
MessageOn theMessage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once cried my prayers
into, I found a note:
Full ResolveThe weirdest thing happened to me yesterday.Full Resolve2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So I decided to kill myself, right? At the train tracks. Just throw myself headfirst into a fucking train, fully resolved and ready to meet my maker. Well that was the plan, anyway. And it seemed like a pretty good one since I'd deemed myself insignificant to this apathetic world. But then on the way there I saw this old homeless guy sitting on the side of the street in shaggy clothes, leaning against the side of a pawnshop, and I asked him his name. "Mike," he said. He looked at me like I was crazy. I get why. Who in their right mind talks to homeless folks? I asked him if he liked cheeseburgers and he said yes, so I went inside this fast food restaurant across the street and bought a cheeseburger with the money I stole from my mom and was going to buy my last meal with. I brought it out to him and he started thanking me over and over again like I was some Catholic saint or Jesus himself and I just said “you’re welcome” an
CountdownI’m starting to count the daysCountdown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until I call myself beautiful again,
saggy eye-bags and frizzy hair included,
and I’m starting to find poetry
in the glow of streetlights
as I’m driving at night
with nothing but classic rock
fighting through the static
of an old radio.
No matter how many mistakes
I make, there will always be something—
something warm and euphoric—
about getting caught up in
a moment and not caring
about the future,
and I’m starting to wonder if
maybe that’s what heaven is—
not a place, but a moment:
a state of not only knowing
that each second counts
but feeling each second count;
a state where everything
is on the table and there’s nothing
to hide and nothing to atone for
and there’s this force that tugs
on time and makes you feel invincible.
I’m starting to subtract the days
I feel worthless from the moments
I look myself in the mirror
and tell my reflection
that I was strong enough to put
the gun down a
CheersHere’s to all those rude awakeningsCheers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those things we swore we’d never do but did anyway
those silently deafening times and deafeningly silent times
and every decibel in between.
Here’s to the nights we thought we were lost
the nights we really were lost
and the nights we had nothing more to lose.
Here’s to us spinning our heads in knots
over unanswerable questions like why we existed
and whether this life was all we had.
Here’s to when we realized dreams can be caught
if you only have the courage to chase them
and sometimes when you let yourself fall
you discover how unbreakable you are
how unbreakable you always were.
Here’s to every time you told me I had enough
to live for, just being me
and to the moments you proved I did
by being you.
Last WordSome people leave youLast Word4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cold & hard.
Some leave you
splintered & useless-
like wood chips.
Let's count paces for
each of the times we fucked up,
turn & shoot each other's hearts out.
Today I break my inhibitions
& say a word I never let myself say:
Free Giveaway (points + doodle) (UPDATED AGAIN!)*edit* *edit* doodle giveaway is now closed everybody! am now going through all the comments that want one and adding to my to do list ^^Free Giveaway (points + doodle) (UPDATED AGAIN!)2 years ago in Personal More Like This
*edit* have given away all the points, guess you'll just have to wait until the next giveaway, i'm still accepting doodle requests though ^^
Hi everyone! Guess what? little old me is doing a giveaway.
I have 117 points to give away so the first 117 people to favourite this journal and comment with the word "points" each get a point.
By the way if you want more point giveaways in the future some donations wouldn't go amiss, just donate to the donation pool on my page if you want to
Anyways, onto the next part of the giveaway:
I fancy doing some free doodles for you guys and actually of you guys in fact, kinda like my ID. The rules for this are:
.you must send me a link to a full size photo of yourself .in the photo you must be wea
roadsi always did like the way i swing around narrow curves,roads2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how i glide with the center lines, never crossing them, just following their lead.
it's kind of beautiful when you think about it. that is,
if you can find beauty in that sort of thing.
most people don't find beauty in driving.
fuck, most people don't find beauty in anything.
except maybe themselves or some overrated celebrity in designer jeans.
one of my past boyfriends said he didn't trust me behind a wheel.
"woman drivers" was his reason.
i almost lost my virginity in a car. truck, rather.
didn't happen though. i was too afraid of us getting caught.
we were parked on the side of a secondary road. it was nighttime
but cars were going by with their bright headlights,
and with my luck some kid riding shotgun would've pointed and said "look, mommy!"
and remember for the rest of his life the boy and girl
who were wrestling with their shirts off
in the truck sitting on the side of the road.
plus, a cop could have dri
The stars and planetsMy mind disconnects when stars are revealed at nightThe stars and planets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And millions and millions of planets, so distant and bright
And for us to be told we’re alone in the universe is a lie
There must be another species, that’s something we can’t deny
But some of us, with curiosity filling our minds
Investigates these stars, these planets
Hoping to find something hidden, something new for mankind
But some even fear, that which lies hidden is our end
But I do not know what to believe
They could bring peace, or tragedy
Though, from what we’ve seen, they are their own worst enemy
From these self-proclaimed “human beings”
Please, understand.Ever since you told me how you feltPlease, understand.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain and misery that you’ve held
Everything that you’re going through
I’ve done nothing else but to help
But every time I listen to you
I can’t help but to feel the same
My morals detain me for leaving you
But I wouldn’t be the only one to blame
we will never take the skythe sun throws his arms into the airwe will never take the sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like an open wound
pitching sultry liquid rays
busting at the seams of the sky
wrenching the clouds apart
and sending them off to faraway lands
as if off to war
but mostly off into nonexistence
or the closest thing to it
because all we know of nonexistence
is that which we have not
validated for ourselves—
that which as no plight or suffering
and does not reach
out to us in need of celebration
RelativityWhat could do me some good, you ask? A deep-tissue massage and a nice, long nap. No alarm clocks, no fitful dreams, no banging on my door, yelling at me to get my ass in gear. Just a few hours of undisturbed sleep.Relativity2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sleep is proof God loves us and wants us to be happy. Benjamin Franklin said it was beer, but I think it’s sleep. Now don’t get me wrong, I love a good beer, but let’s be honest, what’s better: waking up with one bitch of a hangover and a bad case of the shits, or waking up refreshed and realizing you’re not quite as dead as you thought you were? And let’s not forget, sleep is more important. That might be hard to believe, but think about it. You can go your whole life without a drink, but try and go one too many nights without sleep and you start climbing the walls.
You tell me I look a little outta sorts and then clap me on the back. Real hard. The force almost sends me hurtling to the floor. And then you tell me you
FiniteI sometimes wish you were small—Finite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so small you could sail this little model ship
into the clouds and never have
to look at a bowl full of put-out cigarettes again,
or make those oh-so-obvious
black paper hearts that you tear
down the center only to
band-aid back together
when I assure you, once again,
that you’re not worthless.
Remember the license plate you had
on that old blue car—
the one that said DANCE?
I wish you’d do that again;
I wish you’d do it in the middle of that abandoned attic
with its weathered beams and emptiness
like we did as children, without shame
and without purpose.
You once said that everywhere you went
places looked desolate, as though the desolation
shadowed you, clinging to your heals,
encasing you like an egg you were
trying to break free of, your arm reaching
for the immensity of the sky—
for a butterfly of hope.
“I feel as big as the world.” You said this
one morning as you purposely spilled that cup
First friend, first loveI’ve been sitting alone for so longFirst friend, first love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I’ve forgotten the meaning of "friend"
But just when I started to think I don’t belong
You became a person that I could befriend
But as time passed along, you seemed like more to me
My heart would grow warm, every time we’d speak
But I just don’t know if we could ever be
But I’ll take the first step, to start something unique
Hard TimesI see you’ve been weeping for some time nowHard Times2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re all torn out and cold
Even if all you see is darkness
You’re the bit of light that’s shining
And I know you don’t have control
But you can't just let go
Because if one day you do, you might lose yourself
Then I’ll be left alone, with no one to hold.
10 Things I Tell Myself to be Happy1. I am original. I will always be the only copy of myself in this universe.10 Things I Tell Myself to be Happy2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2. I can be who I want to be. No one has to force me to go in a certain direction or act a certain way.
3. I can love someone. There is someone willing to love me as I love them. It could take time and effort to find love but like many things it's nevertheless possible.
4. I can get a pet or help out with animal groups if people don't work out. At least pets don't judge me like a human does!
5. I can make a difference in the world. Right now, I can think of giving back, donating, volunteering, or just respecting others to benefit the world including myself. Best of all, there's probably an inumerable ways I can benefit the world. I can also use my hobbies or interests to accomplish what I want in a positive way.
6. I don't have to listen to something someone said or even my own thoughts. I should try to understand them but If I believe something will hurt me, then I h
GriefI shiver as a breeze rushes down my neck, a feeling like an icy claw scratches at my skin. The heavy weight on my mind presses down, threatening to flatten me to the ground. A constant ebb on my strength makes me tired, it's like I can't think, I can't do anything.Grief2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I can't cope.
My eyes involuntarily water as I try to hold back the inevitable tears. I don't quite know how to act, I'm usually good at this! The ache has been here for a while but now the moment has passed, it's impossible to know exactly what to do, to say. The world has gone completely mad! I need to be strong for others but I feel overwhelmed myself - what to say...how to say it...
Everything has been so fast! The constant hum in my head makes it difficult to talk properly.
I choke as someone asks:
'How are you?'
Not even raising my eyes I reply.