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,Desire1 year 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."
CheersHere’s to all those rude awakeningsCheers1 year 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.
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
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
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
MessageOn theMessage2 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
I never wiped your eyesI was never worthI never wiped your eyes2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your tears, but I love that you
shed them anyway
Our Kingdom ComeI have a theory.Our Kingdom Come1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My theory is that when you die, as your life flashes before your eyes and your body puts up its last pitiful fight for life before shutting down, you realize what your purpose was, and that's when you know who you truly are.
It's not exactly testable, which means professional scientists wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole, but I think in my condition a little baseless theory ain't the worst I could do.
I'm 25 years old and dying.
I'm going young, I know. I can't begin to tell you how many people are disappointed that I'm clocking out early. Can't say I wanted it is this way. If I could go back in time and prevent the accident from happening I would. But of course I can't, so all I'm left with is this: this hospital bed, these tubes, these slow, labored breaths, these thoughts. All these things that don't matter much because I can't take them with me.
Then again, what can I take?
What actually goes with you when you die?
I have to be honest, I'm not all that b
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.
Please, understand.Ever since you told me how you feltPlease, understand.1 year 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
First friend, first loveI’ve been sitting alone for so longFirst friend, first love1 year 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.
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.
Yeah, I'm OKI’m fine.Yeah, I'm OK1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m not fine.
I’ve just got a cold.
I feel like I’m dying inside.
I guess I’m just tired.
I was up all night talking him out of committing.
I had an accident with a felt tip.
Damn, I let them see the cut.
Sure, my friends are doing well.
Well, they’re alive.
It is my hay fever. It's awful this time of year.
I've been crying almost constantly for months.
Nah, I don’t need any help.
I need help. Man do I need help.
It's OK, everything's sorted.
I can’t believe I let it get worse.
I can’t do anything…
The stars and planetsMy mind disconnects when stars are revealed at nightThe stars and planets1 year 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”
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
What's The Matter Here?What's The Matter Here?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What came before the waking?
And what came before the dusk?
If the world continues to keep braking
what will become of us?
It's not as though we have a choice
to listen to one another or follow the
sound of another's voice.
I don't think we don't think.
I don't think we even blink
at the thought of what we've got
or is it what we have or have not?
How then do we make this work?
Did we forget it doesn't need us for it to work?
Did we even know that after all?
Do we really understand?
It's not ours to do with as we wish
we aren't all just a drift like a school of fish.
If you turn then I turn too,
and if I turn then you turn
that's just what we do
you go your way and I go mine too
But eventually we run out of room and we run out of time.
Where does it end?
Where does it my friend?
Shadowy MemoriesShadowy Memories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My past is a shadow,
It goes wherever I go
And when I die,
My shadow will dance
In the light of the world no more.
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