The mosaic of life.The streams of color,The mosaic of life.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flowing and endless.
The mosaic of life never ends,
all it does is start a new panel.
One to be filled in by you.
a note from an angry feministdon't you think it's strangea note from an angry feminist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and with strange
i mean complete and utter bullshit)
that some ladies don't have the obvious right
to their own bodies
that hundreds of thousands acts of rape happen every year
and you can bet your ass
that it's the one fake accusation that makes it into the papers
that in media
seventy six percent of main characters are dudes
that women still have to fight
for the same wage
for the same god damn job
that breasts are threatening
if it's not in a sexual situation
that fragile societal structures
make less than ten percent of world population
that the gender binary
is actually a thing
that people will roll their eyes when you-
"feminism isn't needed anyway"
Frozen: The Icebound ProphecyFrozen: The Icebound Prophecy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A princess with powers over the Cold.
a power from ancestors centuries old
When she ascends to be Queen of the kingdom,
her frosty power will unleash something fearsome.
Winter eternal will change the land's form.
Frost and snow will spread in the storm.
The curse of the Cold can be broken
by love long hidden and never spoken.
Bloody Lips I want to murder you.Bloody Lips 3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bashing your head in with a Lego brick and hiding your body beneath my dirty clothes.
No red with white, mommy told me, I'll just have to hide these too.
Shattered mirrors, broken lies, tell me the truth.
Do I look bad?
Red powder on my mouth and white dripping from my nose.
I don't want to grow up, I just want to have fun.
Narcotics and lust.
Lust and narcotics.
Everything I need.
She won't stop whispering to me.
Pushing her off a cliff each time she is in my dreams, I just want my ice cream.
Sticky linens with other blankets, I put in my dryer, thirty minutes then ding!
Body image, nicotine gum, shut up and take it.
I am almighty.
Crimson lips and needle prick skin.
I just want to sit with my friends, so tired of grown ups.
Drugs and intercourse.
Intercourse and drugs.
My entire life.
Static television in my head.
Red screens and blue lights, die die die.
The police are bad, they cheered, death is to be celebrated!
FAT. To tear down those who Fight.FAT. 1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To bend the wills of the Attentive.
To destroy the images of the True.
Fat isn't just a derogatory term for 'obese'.
Fat is a derogatory word for not having a body type that the media and society expect of you.
It breaks down your personal image.
It ruins your golden shine.
It tears down the once thought strongest of people..
Digital Hugs. I was going to end my life. I was gonna take a razor, and slide it deep into my wrists. But I was saved. By something so unbelievable, by someone so powerful. By someone I would never forget. They call him online thehero1, but I'll forever call him my savior..Digital Hugs.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
Logging in to Savvy Nights online chat..
Connecting to a random stranger..
thehero1: What's up?
thehero1: Are you okay?
SaveMe: No, not at all.
thehero1: Can you tell me what's wrong?
SaveMe: What isn't?
thehero1: Me. If somethings bothering you, you should tell someone. Even a complete stranger can help.
SaveMe: Wow, sounds total cliche.
thehero1: Then humor me on your issues.
SaveMe: My father is hitting
Notice me...I remember..Notice me...1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
BullyingA heart shattered into piecesBullying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1000 pieces of a broken heart
A soul torn by claws of hate
1 piece of soul shredded to rags
A mind carelessly broken
100 and more insults battering this mind.
The skin numbed by freezing pain
hardening itself to solid stone
yet it is weathered and chipped away.
The eyes blinded by never-ending darkness
no longer seeing the bright light of hope, dreams, and safety
only the pitch of a solid black wall and screaming sorrows.
The mouth muted by sharpened insults
shut closed and sewn together and bond with eternal metal chains
words behind frozen bars of darkness never being said.
The ears being scorched by raging fury's flames
hearing insults burning it away to crisp ashes still fresh from pain
not meant but pierces the vulnerable heart like an icy iron sword.
ArtistAt 2 years old, I was an artist because I had a wild imagination that needed expressing.Artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At 4 years old, I was an artist because in my art, everyone was happy and under rainbows, and I thought that was how life should be.
At 7 years old, I was an artist because my overly colorful artworks brought smiles to people who were hiding their problems silently.
At 12 years old, I was an artist because I was certain that my art was me.
At 16 years old, I wasn't an artist because people were always judging my art, and I couldn't stand it.
At 17 years old, I was an artist again because no matter what they said, in my heart I had died every day not being an artist.
At 20 years old, I was an artist because it was official that I chose art to create the path to my future.
At 26 years old, I was an artist because my art began making other artists.
At 29 years old, I was an artist because I felt almost like I lived in the worlds I could and had created at my fingertips.
At 32 years old, I was an artis
Horrid death? L: Light-kun, would you mind giving me that strawberry cake from the fridge?Horrid death?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Light: *says nothing and brings him the cake*
L: Hmm, thank you.
--5 mins later--
L: Light, would you mind bringing me some crackers?
Light: *mutters something and brings it to him*
--5 more mins--
L: Light, would you mi-
Light: Ryuzaki get it yourself I'm not your personal slave!
L: ...ok then. *walks towards fridge reluctantly, he stops to contemplate something*....
Light: *using his laptop*
L: ......*"falls" down on ground, groans* Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!
City LightsI stood up to the skyCity Lights1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Standing far above the city lights
You can see everything from a mile high
Its just one of those summer nights
This city stops for no man
Stepped out on the black top
All the chaos, all the disquiet
The city that will not stop
Follow the flow, you just cant fight it
This city stops for no man
All these people going somewhere
They don't look up from the concrete
Breath in the city air
The city makes you obsolete
This city stops for no man
Hear the beat of a distant drummer
Making music on the street
Feel the pulse of his speaker
But this city has its own beat
And this city stops for no man
Lost myself in the crowd
Personal identity lost in ashes
My mind covered in shroud
Become one of the huddled masses
Yearning to break free
This city stops for no man
They use papers to hide faces
They don't want you to see
They bear the colors of so many races
But they all have one thing in common, they wish to be free
This city waits for no man
This place once stood for golden d
Painfully LonelySometimes there is a difference betweenPainfully Lonely1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
being lonely and being alone.
Often I like to sit alone, with no one bugging me.
Nothing but me, my thoughts, and books.
But other times I get painfully lonely,
I yearn for conversation, feeling like I'm locked in solitary confinement.
I need someone to sit with me in person,
and talk to me and recognize that I'm a human being.
That I need contact with people everyone in a while,
because otherwise I'd go insane.
I shall never date.Too many heartbreaks.I shall never date.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too many let downs.
Too much friends gone.
I shall never date.
Something I am sure to regret in the future.
But not while I am in the past.
Monochrome tears + Digital Hugs. It's been two years since the arrest of my father, and since the last time I met the hero. I forgotten about him at times, and it would take months before the memory of him would resurface. I don't get it though, why would he just fade away? I even searched online, and I found out very little about other meetings with him with other people. Why do I remember, but others don't? Did he even help anyone else? Who exactly is he? Where is he..? It wasn't until a bland Saturday that I found out what has become of him. It wasn't until a bland Saturday that everyone remembered him. It wasn't until that shaky Saturday that I found out about his death...Monochrome tears + Digital Hugs.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
*** **** **** **** * **** ***** ** ***
~Internet Hero Found Dead in home!
~Young 18-year old boy found dead!
~Boy known for saving people in bad homes found dead!
~18-year old boy dead!
~Memoirs of TheHero1
~The people he protected
~His demise an
Over a Billion wordsOver a Billion words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To those deceased in tragic ways -
To those dead in the Holocaust,
Under the hands of Stalin,
Even in the bloodfilled battlefield of war.
My curiosity wonders,
If you can say a single word to them
What would it be?
Because I am who I am,
I'm silent about my unspoken word.
That is why,
I ask /YOU/ to say a single word.
ONE word has multiple meanings...
One BILLION have life-changing effects.
Letterman Jacket Throw me away to the land where ocean meets skin,Letterman Jacket 3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take me to the place where warmth meets bliss,
I don't want to be here anymore where the skies bleed green,
grab my hand and lead me to a place where everything is easier,
where instead of staples and paper cuts,
plush elephants and safari babies roam..
Wipe off the eraser shredding,
Lead teeth and wooden bones,
snobby laughter bending my pencil soul,
save me before I snap,
Letterman Jacket me.
Take me off the floor and throw me away like that paper ball,
wrinkled skin and crooked smile,
basketball fingers wrapped around my crudely-drawn heart,
save me before I burn,
Letterman Jacket me.
Stuck in a place where plastic meets reality,
fairy tale monsters calling me ugly,
the tides and tides of deep ocean blue keep wrapping themselves around me,
paper is stuffed down my throat,
and a pencil is inside of me.
It doesn't really matter,
but hurry and Letterman Jacket me.
I am expendable,
You are reliab
The Asexual Poem‘You’re either gay or straight.’The Asexual Poem4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is at least what my mother says.
She doesn’t comprehend it when I try to explain,
That I am neither sun shine or rain.
But something that falls in between.
She’ll look me dead in the eyes and say,
‘Anything else is just up in the air’
Sexuality is like night and day,
Are you gay or straight?
If there can be sex without love,
Why can’t there be love without sex?
My mother says that,
‘Nobody would want to be with someone who has a defect.’
And I don’t think she knows,
That I feel so broken inside.
A little heartless, a little lonely
I am, ‘Just a late bloomer’
She’ll say nonchalantly.
I am only writing this poem for someone else like me.
That feels out of place and invisible.
I’ve tried for so long to write down the words perfectly.
To describe the nagging feeling in my heart.
I’ll just tell you, what I wish someone would tell me.
You are not broken.
Your storyWhat is it?Your story1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What makes you you?
What placed that iridescent fire into your heart?
Who placed it,
and who held it there?
Tell me your story..
and I will tell you mine.
Last Night's Fake BloodLast Night's Fake Blood2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shizuo brought a hand to his mouth to conceal an involuntary yawn. His employer Tom had asked if he received enough sleep last night, commenting that he appeared somnolent, but Shizuo brushed him off, muttering, “I’m fine,” before proceeding to open his mouth wide with another deep inhalation.
Silently following behind Tom, Shizuo observed the activity of the residents in Ikebukuro, noting that few people walked the streets alone anymore. It simply wasn’t safe to with regular kidnappings, infamous gangs, and occasional deaths. The reputation here was growing and not positively. He somehow had a feeling Izaya was behind most, if not all of it.
Shizuo halted in his footsteps as Tom stopped to speak with someone who had failed to pay their debt. He hadn’t caught the reason as to why, but knew it was either because of a lack of financial planning; due to an unforeseen eventuality such as the loss of a job or health problems, a dispute or disagreement of the de
WastelandI use to put humor in my poetry,Wasteland1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But every drop of funny has since dried up,
Now, this place is a wasteland of memories
Where I dump senseless thoughts to rot.
Some nights, I hear them screaming,
At which case it’s easy to cover it up
Behind the sounds of sirens and razor-blades.
CosmicI see you walking on the stars,Cosmic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel your touch,
Healing up my scars.
I hear your voice,
Along the plain,
You’re a phenomenon,
That I cannot explain.
A planet of your own,
That nobody owns
& never tries to capture.
But I see your face,
& I wish I could be there with
In this Outer Space.
I know you’re there,
Calling out to me.
As I stand rooted,
Like a tree.
But I want to cut free!
& fly to you,
For you hold kindness,
Beauty, truth which
Upon this earth’s rejected.
You grew up to be...
the blithe (weeping
willow tree) rooted
but I remember when
We were mere seeds,
You were planted out
There, on our cosmic farm.
Oh, how, I love the way
you convey the feeling
of awe. You're full of
wonder and admiration
I love the way Your hair
grew out into a nebula.
I see all of Your stars
and all of Your planets.
It's so original - my mind
won't dare dream of it,
& So beautiful, my mind
can't wait to take me there.
but until that day, I guess