Running From My ProblemsRunning on and on,Running From My Problems1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running to the light,
Running to let go and take back,
Don’t run in circles,
Just run ahead,
Follow no leader,
Don’t look back,
Run to the unknown,
Run to the future,
Leave every problem behind,
But one day I’ll slow down,
And think I am safe,
Even though I was told then ‘You can’t outrun them’,
And they’ll find me
Where I thought I was finally secure,
And they’ll make my punishment worse.
I will then know that I shouldn’t have run,
But for now I’ll just keep running.
A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru)The winter Olympics had yet to begin and Russia already felt the pain of the jabs that were being thrown at him. He had had to endure everyone criticizing his policies, his government, and his preparation. The Olympics were supposed to be the moment for the home country to shine, but it wasn't feeling that way to Russia. His stress needed an outlet and there was a very obvious way to do it.A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru)1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Russia would never express his love for certain sports to anyone else. There was certain strangeness to sharing something like that with a different country, something human about it. It was the custom of countries to keep a considerable distance from the other countries by communicating only professionally and in a capacity that only had to due with their identities as countries. Anything personal was intimate, even a real human name was reserved for people with a close bond. Chatting about sports and hobbies was almost completely unknown, because that was like opening your human heart to someone e
Cross Stitch CloudsLike a counted cross stitch masterpiece,Cross Stitch Clouds7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
threads of purple clouds unravel
across a flaming sunrise.
AutumnGolden-brownAutumn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Green turned yellow
And all the other colors
Are the colors of
My autumn leaves
My autumn leaves
Are piled high
So as to touch
The leaves fly
High and low as they
Rhythm of the HeartWhat is this pounding,Rhythm of the Heart2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Within this heart of mine own?
It beats so softly...
Twisted Corsettwisted corsetTwisted Corset2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tangled in strings
of the heart
Ode To A Shattered WindowShards of glass in various sizesOde To A Shattered Window1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scattered wildly across the store's tile
Are bathed in shadow and feigned moonlight
Evidence of the robber's break-in
Testament to the desperation
And the brutality of men's hearts
Each shard is a poem of sorrow
A threnody for pure innocence
With the screaming alarm loud and clear
Verses bringing deep despondency
To the store's owner, his family
And the surrounding community
This broken window, this shattered glass
Articulates a reality
Difficult for many to accept
At least for many Americans
Humanity is all too often
Nothing more than a grim fallacy
a love story you don't want.january: she wasnt ready to be serious with him so she left at exactly twelve oh one on new years day with a few words. he kept saying that this was going to be their year and she just said: piss off.a love story you don't want.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
february: the words still stuck in his head even as he pretended to forgive her and took her back. he feared another painful goodbye.
march: she was never good with saying what she truely meant and he never looked deep into words so when she said "i don't love you." he took it as "i don't love you." and not as "i don't know how to love anyone." which was what she wanted to say.
april: the snow had melted away and they were hanging on by last strings. every day was a question of whether today would be the last.
may: she fell apart when her hamster died and he was there through the whole thing.
june: the death of her hamster silenced her but she visited with him more. she never wanted to be alone.
july: as they watched fire works together on fourth of july, he kept looking over at her wonde
Empty.Emptiness is all I feel.Empty.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How is it,
that when I let people in,
they leave empty handed?
the same as before.
I get left with more sorrow.
And the void grows.
Paradoxes in her bonesand she always dismisses herselfParadoxes in her bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leaves her pupils dilated
lighthouses and forget-me-nots tangled in her chest
but her thoughts shiver more than her dreams.
he calls her beautiful
as she longs to stick his eyes out with stones
and grasp his aching heart between her hands
but they both know he's already broken.
how can they stop when they've never started
she wishes she could send them reeling
with stalwart syllables and poignant sighs
even though she's never made a sound.
the storms outside are bitter
no sweet rain after dusk to wet her lips
the winds inside her are quiet, and seething
with all the words she's never said
and all the promises she's ever broken.
ShatteredI'm frShattered1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
s of my
Which I never knew could split in two
It's as if I'm not even made of skin and bone
Like I'm just a replica
It's not your fault
I can never blame you sweetie
I just wish I could hold you
I just wish.
It hadn't been you to go
Because I deserved it more.
Because I deserve it now.
I'm fractured and broken down
A ship wreck a plane crash a car accident
A fire a typhoon a tsunami, and an earthquake all in one
Ode To A JaguarFar beneath the canopyOde To A Jaguar1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bathed in moonlight, a jaguar
Strides with grace through the night
What strength within her muscles
What care put into each step
Spotted coat her camouflage
Gleaming tooth and hidden claw
Combined with such stealth and might
She is lithe fatality
Lethal purpose is guided
The design of her body
Into a fierce elegance
With a beauty born of bloodlust
The jaguar, in all her vim,
Moves among midnight shadows
A pantherine eidolon
Prowling the rainforest floor
Senses always kept acute
Peter Pan EnvyWe molded pirate shipsPeter Pan Envy8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from heavy storm clouds,
flags puffed up
and scooped out
like handfuls of sand
while the car windows
steamed in the cold.
You told me stories
of a boy in green
and his war with
the hooked man,
said they took
those like us
to the first star on the right
and straight on to morning.
You made me believe
and when life got hard--
mom hopped up on pills,
nights filled with demons--
I breathed wishes
to be stolen away.
No pirate ever darkened my stoop
with his wayward compass
or water-stained maps;
no fairy ever left glitter
smeared on my skin
like good dreams.
I look to the sky
when the wind blows
and hold my breath
with his name on my tongue
all the same.
Never BlindSleeping blue andNever Blind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scarlet giving me a fright
Calming green and
Yellow like a lightning crack
Violet songs I sing, I pray
The Virtue Of PatienceA Loveless FanFic: Seimei X Ritsuka (Yaoi/Shonen Ai)The Virtue Of Patience6 years ago in General More Like This
Im sitting here on the navy blue linen sheets of my brothers bed, holding one of his head pillows with me while starring at the grandfather clock perched upon a half-empty book shelf. Seimei told me that hed be arriving at around 6:00, but its already past 7:15. Im really worried. For the past hour and a half, Ive been calling his cell phone and sending text messages but hes neither answered nor replied. Im pretty sure I remember him telling me that he would keep his phone on at all times. If I needed to tell him something important, he promised to respond as soon as possible. Not that I doubt his guarantee, but Im beginning to wonder if he remembered to charge it right before leaving. Ive tried contacting my friends, but they told they hadnt seen him. Yuiko said that she thought she saw Seimei pass by near her house with Soubi. But other than that she didnt know
Tangerine Milk (Or, Nectarine Pasta)A relationship with you would be as niceTangerine Milk (Or, Nectarine Pasta)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and grotesque) as
or nectarine pasta.
I'll admit you're pretty cute,
but from experience
Smattering you with Platonic
connects me better,
turning me into an
So I'm going to
this flowery thought-sphere,
So we can try and be friends?
The whole idea tastes of
mozzarella, I know,
But you seem to be
The closest thing
To perfection, as of now,
So I don't want to
break an angel with
I'm not going to
chug you down
my bachelor-stabbing throat,
'cause I know
I wouldn't like the taste
of tangerine milk.
Maybe once she returns
I'll begin to fall for peaches?
The idea sounds
as apricot tagliatelle,
but without knowing
How could we eat fruit?
recuperatemaybe the world isn't so frail that it'll breakrecuperate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moment we touch something;
and maybe there's a little part of ourselves
(deep inside, perhaps, or close to the surface)
that's stronger than what we give credit for,
because, after all, we burn with the vision
of growing stronger.
i enjoy watching pretty things
like kerbs where teens sit with knees pressed together
feet in the gutter --
stitched to their sleeves.
i relish a name etched into a tree
and boats folded from leaves.
little things, which whisper that people still love
even when purses are emptied of coins,
even when patience
like flowers surviving monsoons;
like ants who carry huge crumbs;
the way the moon is so far
but still blushes at the light of
i want to tell all who tread on hard soil
that even stones soften into the beach,
that the lullaby-cry of seagulls is soothing,
and clouds, now distant, were once of the water
that's cupped in your ha
Endlessi could talk to youEndless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
until my throat bled
from all the sharp corners
of every word
and i'd listen to your voice
until the sun
circles the moon.
and then some
Bete noirei hope your flowers all wiltBete noire1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a puddle of grey
i hope your thunderstorms
all fall in may.
i hope you smoke one too many cigarettes
and die of lung cancer one day.
stallions cannot break
but bones can
boys with bird names cant actually fly.i fill my lungs with blackberriesboys with bird names cant actually fly.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& nicotine because it is the only way
I can stomach the taste.
a phoenix told me once
that he could teach me
how to burn properly,
as if scolding
[ like the intercostal
spaces of a ribcaged
he fell in love
with my words
before he knew
the height of my
or the annoying
sound of my laugh.
he said he could count
all my scars on one hand-
even the ones that wake me
at 3 am with an itch i swear
begs me to rip them open
& i told him he could keep
his pretty words and fiery fingers
creatively away from me.
i am tired of smelling of hell
& ash when -
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.Note to Self8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
starspunobserving the romanticismstarspun3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of hooded cemetery kids,
smoking cigarettes pretending
they are not dead.
you were always so sure
about my uncertainty,
all my pick up lines
we built the heat
of the evening from the solidity
that two teens at the park
is the stuff of teen novels
(cliches dim on
our leaf-gold horizon)
your eyes darted
from the gray expanse
of the churchyard & wandered
i wanted to ask you
if i could follow. shove
the words aside &
remember that i came here alone.
i remember our innocence
in the static b e t w e e n
about how youth without you is th-
awing out the lines in my whittled-out eyes.
look to the hooded
wonder what we'd have been like
if we grew up as nothings,
like them. teenage
nothings with chiseled
marble in our
out of our parents' adulterated
lies and the excitement of alcohol.
i settle for a star.
it's almost as luminous
as the after
CopycatSo you are pretty you say? You look like all the others.Copycat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You got style you say? Your own style? Take a magazine and look, there is your “style”.
You are a copycat. ‘No I’m not’, you answer. Then a tacocat? ‘What are you talking about?’
you ask. You do realize that tacocat is also tacocat when reading it from behind? So tacocat
is copying itself, which mean that tacocat is also a copycat.
‘You’re weird’, you say. Yes I am, cause I’m not a copycat. I’m a fresh fish, fresh fish swim
against the others. Dead fish like you just stay in
End resultI've fought,End result2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tired of pain.
When all I ever did,
Was try to be,
But the world,
And they took,
How they think.
Never does my faith,
Of His plan.