the music she hearsout past townthe music she hears2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
dancing in the dark
is hanging by a moment,
a mirror of the past and future.
a trick of the light
and a little closer,
within her grasp
our good morning.
An Old LegendAn Old Legend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ages long gone and ages long passed
Shades of grey, man's memory fades fast
The glory days told of old
Shines as brightly as silver and gold
Before the dark, before the strife
Before many of the spans of life
There lied the glory that men bore
The gilded light of Westernesse's shore
That era of brilliance, that age of wealth
That time of wisdom and of great health
Those days are passed or so it is said
As now the great kings of lore lie dead
Is there a hope against such reckless hate?
Where does it lie? The enemy's gate
Draws nearer every day
And now there is little that holds him at bay
But still we hold on to legends and tales
What more will we have when the strength of men fails?
There is still one yet who holds the power
To aid this land in its darkest hour.
From father to son, the title has been given
In the shadows these brave people have striven
To drive away the darkness that besets all
While there is still life in them, men shall not fall
I know the king shall come again, f
Recall a poet, how as a youthRecall a poet, how as a youthRecall a poet, how as a youth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
they filled their cup in the well's dark depths,
drawing out the mind's ink to spill over the pages.
There was expectation in the words as they trickled
in rivulets from line to delicate line;
in their cursive elegance a hint of laurels.
One day the poet's cup returned empty,
and then again, until the pages dried.
Perhaps then visit where a cup leaves its mark
above where stripped bones lie.
Nature disdains the cup's drab stone,
the memorial grey bleak against its green,
and the rush of its protests recall the poet's struggle
to find water in the well where dry winds howled.
How Did That Happen?by LJHow Did That Happen?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
We waited awake for our toys to come to life. There was a big moon over the Little Forest, the split tree where our toys played when they woke up. A big moon meant they'd be more likely to play in the tree. Our toys played there on bright nights.
They swung on branches and tumbled down and laughed. They even danced.
My sister and me had both seen them play there before. We'd wake up at the same time. We'd quietly pull up the blackout curtains our Mom and Dad put over our windows. Just like magic, there'd be our toys, every one of them, playing in the Little Forest. It was a wonderful sight and I was so glad my sister always saw them, too!
"Look, it's so bright! It's pure magic tonight," my sister said.
"I can feel it," I said. "It's like light in my head - it's like the moonlight."
And then we were silent, knowing that if we showed too much of us, our toys might put themselves away. I always looked at the toy box when we saw to
Safe - CZz vysokých hor vítr ledový vaneSafe - CZ3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
přináí sebou bouři a mráz
na jeho křídlech vločky chladné
ledové jiskry, je zmrazí čas
údolí v klínu hor potemnělo,
křídla smrti jej objala
do bezpečí se ve ivé skrylo
ne vichřice se vzepjala
ve skrytu lesa se pohnul stín
na koíek dopadla první vločka
to lovec se prodral z ostruin
pustým lesem se plíí kočka
proběhne pásem borovic
a k úkrytu skrytému zamíří
ostrému větru nastaví líc
svou kořist před bouří ubrání
nevzdá se větru ani sněhu
sníh zkropila krev králičí
nemá čas na výčitky a něhu
koťata dlouho u hladoví
cestu vak zkříili jí vlci
Isolated and AloneIsolated and AloneIsolated and Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by a sea of faces
This closeness does nothing
To warm my frozen heart
I search for love no longer
For too many times
Have I undertaken this tragic journey
I must be content
In this wasteland
Devoid of the intimacy
I so ardently seek
The monotony spreads before me
Routine gives way to routine
As the world passes around me
Smiles greet me
And I wave in return
Assuming the guise
Of one with whom all is well
Never revealing the emptiness
The spans the depths of my heart
Plodding on I continue
In preparation for the one
My life's purpose
I await in this darkness
For a future that may never come
Hopes that have only taken form in my dreams
So I wait for the one
Whose touch will ignite
This never-melting heart of ice
Isolated and Alone
a little bit longer plzit sucks when u lost something but u dont realize it till its gone.i just realized i lost u.im waiting for the cure. but the cure is only u. its ok don't come my highs and lows are gone. little bit longer and i'll be fine. but i went through them by myself. but honestly i wish u could have been their to go through them with.a little bit longer plz3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That GirlShe's an outcastThat Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's a whore
She's just a slut and nothing more
She cries alone behind closed doors
You cause her pain, but that's what she's for
Hurt, batter, break and then ignore
The girl who is nothing to you
She has a knife, she wants revenge
And you won't be mocking her anymore
Proposal "I love you," said Ian. Jennifer was sitting opposite him at the table a fabulous dinner was laid between the two of them. Jennifer didn't know what to say, this was the first time that he had ever said those three words after two years of being together.Proposal4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jennifer was going to say it back, she had planned on this day, and even though there was no food in her throat her mind choked. "Ian," she said, she wasn't ready to love him the way that he loved her. "I don't know if I'm ready."
Ian's face dropped, it's as if his eyes lost color somehow, and even the brightness of his face dropped in color. "What do you mean?"
Jennifer didn't know the answer to that herself, "I'm not ready to love you," she spoke the
I'd Love YouI'd love you when you're oldI'd Love You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd love you with disease
When you're 90 and you smell
And your balls sag to your knees
I'd love you rich or poor
I'd love you strong or weak
I'd love you when you cry
And just let emotions leak
I'd love you in the country
I'd love you in the city
I'd love you when you're ugly
I'd love you when you're pretty
I'd love you sane or insane
I'd love you brain or no brain
To make me not love you
There's nothing you can do
The only thing I ask of you
My dear, is love me too
I'm not worth itI'm not worth it4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyone says its ok to cry
But I'm not worth it
I've seen people cry over a lot of things
but not for me
I've seen pain, and I've been hurt
but I don't cry
I've known you for many years
and you've cried before only once.
But I'm telling you now Don't cry for me
I'm not worth any tears
Missing YouI miss youMissing You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And every time I remember that last goodbye
A piece of me dies
I look back on our time together
And I can't help but cry
I miss you
Miss you so much it hurts to breathe
Because I was lost,and you found me
After floating aimlessly,you grounded me
But we've said so long
It was right but it felt so wrong
I see you when I close my eyes
Hear your laughter late at night
I miss you
You are gone
And a part of me is gone with you
Why couldn't my whole self leave,too?
I miss you
Tears run down my face
Your spot in my heart
Will never be replaced
RevengeI watch the rain fall as i wait in the dark corner. The only light is one from a flickering street light somewher down by civilization. After tonight, i can't ever go back there. As i lie in wait, i can't help but think, "Is this right? Should i really throw my life away for this? For revenge?" But i had already decided. This was my fate. I heard the footseps of my enemy. And tightened my grip on the knife inside my pocket. This ends now. I heard the footsteps come to a halt, as if she were looking for me. I step out to face her. She smiles, her hair plastered on her face. "What did you call me for?" I grinned, my soppy hair clinging to my face. I thought. She was always so sweet and innocent, never did a thing to anybody, right? Wrong. I lunged for her, strangling her, and stabbing her in the stomach. And as she fell, she smiled. That same innocent sickening smile. I grabbed her eyeball and tore it out with all my mght, with the sheer hope that smile would dissapear. It never did. I lRevenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Living Dead girls AnguishLiving Dead girls Anguish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking alone in a graveyard, with no one around
Walked the living dead girl, who was alone so frowned
" How come there is no one like me?
Dosen't anyone see?
That I'm all alone in this big empty space
Sometimes I wish I could erase
Those dumb smiles from their faces
Then replace those places
She came to a tombstone with 2 people in arms, never letting go
And for the first time her anger started to show
" Its not fair!!" she cried "Even though dead and yet alive
There is no one like me to help me thrive
Though my heart is black sometimes I wish
That me and my love will be forever intombed in rock and seeled with a kiss"
glad romancethe world is open and wild, but surreal and controlled. the places where your living, not the places that are old. the newest of the new, the bluest of the blue. but the wildest in the wild are the places next to you. i give you my heart o to keep, and adventures always seek. the only way for living is not afraid to weep.glad romance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dream Story Part 1PrologueDream Story Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sometimes I wish I could just leave it all behind and never look back," she whispered to her reflection. Her fingers were pressed against the glass, touching their reflected pair. Her eyes looked past it all, out onto the distant scenery. The cold grey skies matched her mood; the dead grass and empty trees looked withered like the heart within her.
Everything in life turned into a heap of disappointment the moment she touched it like the curse of King Midas. Her empty eyes drank in the view without savoring it. Her face burned with each tear she shed. With a single breath the cold glass frosted over and her view was obstructed. She jerked her black curtains closed in disgust.
Her empty bed, perfectly made, seemed inviting enough. She fell onto it face first. Every tear scalded her cheeks. Why couldn't she just stop crying? Why did everything have to hurt so badly? Her heart ached for something she could not name. Several minutes later she fell asleep. Her even breathin
For one momenttime is running like waterFor one moment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through my hands
trying to hold it in vain
and down the falls of my arms.
but every river
flows into a basin
to an oasis of life,
where it can rest and
where time does not exist.
I would like to dip my hands
into the fresh water and
just for one moment.
The NurseShe sat, silent, among her belongings. They were strewn about the room, lying across the floor as a defeated Army. She picked up a small figurine, her eyes gazed at it blankly, yet her face showed a compassion that was foreign in the starch white walls. She gingerly picked the toy's arm up from under a broken mass of Soldiers.The Nurse5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her touch was careful, tentative, as her body went through the movements. Her face went through the cycles. Her eyes stared on.
The Patient waited as the arm became his once again.
She set him down on the ground. Next to the Soldiers. She sat and watched as time flew by. It's form the fleeting glance of a shooting star. Her hands curled on her lap. Her rigid position became a lean.
The Patient sat still with her. The Soldiers lay tangled in their War.
The Nurse sat. Her breaths stirred the stale air. Short wisps and tendrils of life that escaped her and played with the dancing dust in the nothingness.
Her posture faded. Her hair intermingled with the unheard crie
EscapeThe alarm sounds, heads raise in alarm.Escape5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit and wait for the voices to reach its peak,
emerging with the shrieking sirens above.
Run, run, run, can I escape?
Where are the exits?
Blocked off, shut down,
Nowhere for me to leave this sinking vessel
as my blood flows and rushes to my head...
Panic, frantic, stuttering verbal excuses,
prayers, thoughts, self pity.
How can I escape with such abuse,
Can you help me realize my mistakes?
I have made a lot in my time.
How can I repay all the help you have done?
Everything I've lived through seems so fake.
Onto the road, to the sea, to the sky,
stepping on each obstacle like a stepping stone.
When am I going to trip and fall?
I've already fallen...
Got to find another exit, got to, got to...
either that or abandon everything.
Where is the escape route?
ABS Ch. 5: Saved By The...Chapter 5: Saved By an Unwelcome IdeaABS Ch. 5: Saved By The...5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following day passed much like previous days. Emery and Aaron constantly argued with one another. Aaron was obviously trying to be patient, but it was clear that Emery thoroughly enjoyed antagonizing him. In spite of their differences, they rarely left my side.
Lunch was obnoxiously loud as usual. I was ignoring the conversations going on at the surrounding tables when Hannah, the girl from Spanish class, tapped me on the shoulder.
"Are you going on the snowboarding trip, Lily?" she asked.
"Snowboard trip? No, I wasn't planning on it," I lied. In actuality, I wasn't even aware that one existed.
"Ah, bummer. I was hoping you'd go," said Ryan, who appeared on the other side of me.
Whoa! Where did he come from? "I don't even know how to snowboard," I muttered.
"I'll show you! It's easy!" said Ryan.
"Oh-well, um " I honestly doubt that.
Emery and Aaron both made excuses for me and the two disappointed ones stalked away.
stop the clocka sea of houses comes rolling instop the clock5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusty roofs bending
shingles popping like fireworks
(expressing their independence, they die)
while you and I
(nothing more than genetic flotsam, now)
turn our eyes from a shattered-glass snowfall
and dream of the winters of our youth
this will be the end of days
this will be clouds folding into the earth
thunderstorms growling from foxholes
rain tumbling from rivers
as a clumsy conflagration stumbles into our skin
stealing our silhouettes
painting our ghosts on walls
(oh, had only we learned such passive resistance)
as you and I
(only numbers and figures, we know)
truly wear our hearts on our sleeves
when the world turns inside out
when sandcastles swirl into mountains
only to melt and flatten
until the rock has no wrinkles
when flowers shrink into their stems
like amateur stop-animation
when grass stalks and grandchildren
twist ever upward into smoke
and I no longer have any metaphors
for what the world made me love about yo
StarlightShe lay thereStarlight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the stony ground,
Staring into nothingness
Darkness surrounding her,
Like a cold hug.
Bars all around
Reached into the eternal sky.
Glancing at the firmament,
She sometimes casted her eye
On the twinkling stars
Which gave her life.
Oh, how much she dreamed,
Diving into a bright sea of twinkling diamonds!
All those nights
She lay there.
The day she had never seen,
The moon had never become the sun.
And each time
She looked up to the small lights of hope,
There will be her light
When the embrace of darkness
Grew stronger every second
And when the cold
Killed her senses,
She saw those sparkling diamonds
Brighter than ever.
In the darkest of nights
There he came,
The shining angel,
Bright like sun,
Pale like moon.
His wings touched her skin
Like a kiss of a butterfly.
The bars of metal
Scattered into thousands of twinkling diamonds.
There was light.
The angel hugged her
With his soft wings
And taught her how to fly.
UnderstandingUnderstanding2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its the small things around me
The little moments, of peace
The smile as we come to know the world;
Dead and cruel
The path we choose
So care free, nothing to loose
One step at a time
Obstacles mean nothing, all is left in sublime
Innocent born into sin
Almost like a test
To see who'll win
Like baby birds from the nest
Its a strange world
Too young, with much experience
So naive to the absurd
In each generation, we see the carnage