Those Who Get Left BehindI was the retro metal dog,Those Who Get Left Behind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect canine companion.
Then he left me to stay with my mistress,
Never alone, but abandoned.
We were the ones
On the planets he's saved.
He left us leaderless, powerless,
Helped us dig our own graves.
We were his kinsmen,
His family, his people, his own,
But he murdered us, burned us,
Left himself all alone.
I was the pink and yellow girl,
Who came in, healed his hearts,
Now trapped an entire universe away
With his double (minus parts).
I was the Captain, the flyboy,
An unhappy immortal, his constant rejection
Pierces like blades.
I was the tutor, the best friend,
The archrival and more,
But I died to annoy him, to win,
To settle our score.
I was the anomaly,
Never meant to exist,
But I died, losing a Father, an offer
I never tried to resist.
I was his wife,
The one he said he'd never met.
He now knows my future,
But it hasn't happened yet.
I was the stand-in,
The flawed right-hand man,
Sent to liv
Paperback SpineIn stories,Paperback Spine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lucky ones
have their lives changed
by one little moment-
one dandelion puff
between your palms.
And the author stresses
this moment, how tiny,
that seemingly unimportant
into a novel.
You have to be
My eyes have gone dry
and my lungs are about to pop,
and my tongue is oversaturated-
When a Raven Forgets How to FlyWhen a Raven forgets how to fly,When a Raven Forgets How to Fly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grey clouds shalt bloom in the sky.
Thoust will cryith out "why?
"Oh, Raven why must thou die?"
Forthsooth when a fowl forgets how to sour,
From the heavens, the floods will pour.
Though be it a bad omen,know that forever more
All the lost souls surely will cry,
When the grim-reaper 'Raven' forgets how to fly.
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Mirror, Mirror8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
The Weeping AngelShe holds her head in her hands,The Weeping Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never breathing or blinking.
She is a morbid master of the sands,
Of time that terrorises your torment:
Gaze upon her vile visage and away you go.
She stands alone in such grace,
Never talking or thinking.
She has her elusive eyes on your face,
Of innocence that isolates your idiocy:
Look at her sinister snarl and you'll depart too.
She watches you with utter patience,
Never whistling or winking.
She'll turn lights low in her defence,
Of malevolence that murders your mind:
Stare out to her granite guise and forget all you know.
discussionDo you ever thinkdiscussion1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
life is just
until you don't?
My friend once told me
that everything you do in life
simply leads up to your death.
Which, I suppose,
but I like to think of it
as living and living
until death stops you
from living anymore.
"Why do anything in life,"
"if you're going to die anyway?"
I thought for a moment,
and then replied,
"Why do people send roses
to their loved ones
if the flowers just die?
Maybe everything is
Maybe we should stop
looking for forever,
because we're never going
to find it.
You don't get a prize
It would be in your best interests
to live right now,
don't you think?"
Butterfly/RavenSo we are sitting on one of thoseButterfly/Raven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
uncomfortably tight bus stop benches
and we've just met,
but she's rather pretty
with her artificially dark hair
and naturally dark eyes.
I tell her a story about my past
and a joke about drugs
and she's laughing-
she says: you sound like you want
my boyfriend says he would never
wouldn't you want a girl
And I say no, I would rather
have a butterfly's proboscus
that I could unravel and slide down your throat
in order to better taste your nectar.
The little bench is suddenly too uncomfortable
for her and my laughing
probably doesn't help either.
Caffeine AddictI adore that addictive aromatic aroma,Caffeine Addict2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which wakes my senses in a senseless morning,
When my eyes are bound in an eternity of sleeping.
I drink it like the intoxicating ambrosia of angels,
And then I spend the rest of time in a caffeine coma.
I enjoy that enriching essential essence,
Which calms my anger in an anarchic day,
When my mind is lost in a mania of delay.
I thirst for it's poisonous nectar like some necrophiliac,
And then I dream the rest of time in a caffeine conscience.
I love that potently positive poison,
Which lights my mood in a mournful night,
When my soul is dead in a suffering of might.
I desire that drink as black as demon's blood,
And then I waste the rest of time in a caffeine cuisine.
The Joker's NightTwas the night before Christmas, and all around Gotham,The Joker's Night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The villains were gathering, no Batman to stop them.
The signal was shining up high in the air,
The bats eyes were blind to the black and white flare.
A plan like no other had just taken flight,
And a vision of grins flashed through the cold night.
Through an alley I walked, the tension abound
Hearing insane laughter, and shadows around
Pulling my scarf up over my nose,
I glance down and notice a box by my toes.
The lid of the box with the handle in red,
Was open and laughing, its receiver was dead.
The moon flew high above me in sight,
I knew that the Joker had committed this blight.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
Two figures grinning, a chuckle I hear.
His face was grotesque, his hair a bright green,
His suit was tacky, the worst Id ever seen.
His assistant beside him in her dress red and black,
Her unorthodox beauty took me aback.
Now what have we here? he laughed as he said,
Jeff the Killer X ReaderYou were sitting in the living on the couch on your computer (watching youtube vids/ FB/etc) when you came across Creepypasta the first on you read was Jeff the Killer. You didn't think to much about it. You notice it was strangely quit in your house but you shrugged it off. You then notice something again you shrugged it off and continued to read on. Once you were done reading you took your computer to your room to watch funny videos. You then felt as if someone was behind you. You turned you saw none of other than Jeff the Killer holding his knife and said "GO TO SLEEP" you like trolling people cause it was funny and he reminded you of the Joker so said "Hey Jeff" with a confused look he responded "What?" he asked and you said "Why so serious?" Jeff gave you th You-got-to-be-kidding look while you sat there and continued to troll him "Hey ... where's Batman huh Joker" after some time of trolling Jeff you chatted to your Friend on Skype and told (him/her) about you experience and whatJeff the Killer X Reader1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is There An Alien Here?I think there might be an alien in my attic,Is There An Alien Here?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I heard the skies darken with thunder,
And my eyes drowned in wisps of wild wonder.
I hear it's cries that sound like serpentine static,
Foreign fears tremble above me with tragic tears.
I think there might be an alien in my attic,
Last night I saw the winds sharpen with lightning,
And my veins suffocated in frosts of fast frightening.
I see it's brains that smell like solvent sick,
Sovereign sights flicker above me with lost lights.
I think there might be an alien in my attic,
Last night I felt the air lighten with sleet,
And my nerves ceased in howls of high heat.
I touch it's toes that feel like slime sporadic,
Reign ropes shudder above me with hapless hopes.
It's Not Polite To Lie.Hush, sweetie,It's Not Polite To Lie.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not let their judgments define you.
Do not let their hatred construct you.
Do not let their words build you.
Do not let your sorrow swallow you.
Do not let your pain devour you.
Do not let your loneliness change you.
Stop telling yourself lies,
Stop screaming in a whisper that you're
Inside and out.
Stop telling yourself that you're
Stop telling yourself that you're
It's not polite to lie.
i keep my hair like i keep my blue jeans: shortthe beginningi keep my hair like i keep my blue jeans: short9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was all curls falling over shoulders and small hands and slender ankles, but she was also all crooked toes and cheek moles and half-baked smiles. she wore skinny jeans too long and too big on her and she always wore a jacket because she was always cold. and he thought that she was pretty beautiful the first time he saw her in a parade, sitting on top of a dodge truck and waving with both hands so that no one was left out. she was the kind of pretty beautiful that only came around when he said something stupid and she shook her head at him, trying to hide her teeth but failing miserably.
she wore glasses but only when she was doing work or when she had a headache because she thought that her eyes looked too wide in them and all she ever wanted in life was to be people magazine's definition of pretty—which she wasn't (but don't tell her that.) she drank tea on sleepless nights, sitting on her porch and stargazing; she thought that ma
tidal (waves that taste of vanity)we are galaxies.tidal (waves that taste of vanity)10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
if i am the earth-
brown eyes, and scoliosis
in my bones-
then you are the moon.
you are bright and glorious and
you may have scars,
blemishes on your surface
from a lifetime of hurt,
but you are big and beautiful.
you are big and beautiful even though
you have a dark side, too.
we are milky-ways because we
shot for the moon but landed
among the stars.
i have oceans of
tears on my lashes because
we were probably never meant to be.
and we were not meant
to be in the way of
we were not meant to be in the way
that you played marius and
i played eponine and i would die a
thousand deaths to see you happy.
i have oceans of
tears on my lashes because
every time you get closer and
closer to me, my heart wavers and
tears rack my chest,
but i love it the sound of my
sobs kissing the shoreline of my cheeks.
you don't know how beautiful
the sounds of my screams are,
i am a black hole, a
Not Relationship MaterialDreading what tomorrow might bring;Not Relationship Material6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unearthing the past is far from wise,
Causing the fickle dam to wear away -
How many times must I repeat this?
Evading my true feelings for so long now,
Sacks of shame breaks my tired back, the
Sensation of tears are hot against my cheeks.
Relationships are alien to me, I have no
Understanding of what a man truly wants.
So I ponder until numbness begins to sets in,
Hurting myself emotionally again and again.
HumanIt was at a rest areaHuman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
east of Naples, too hot
for the bugs
but not for the people.
A small crowd of cameras
flesh, huddles over
Red, blistered skin,
I doubt they care,
and their daughters are
unattractive, or maybe
it's the light.
A congregation of peeling skin
over the water,
searching for alligators
calling them crocodiles.
...I know what you're thinking....1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's obvious when I look at your face.
'He's a coward, he's immature, he's foolish'
And you're right...
I can't live up to your standards.
The pressure, the pace, the overload of information.
I can't take it.
I don't know what I'm doing!
And I don't understand...
I'm not you.
I don't know what it's like to feel normal...
But what I do know, is what's in front of me,
And to me, it's frightening!
I really want to change myself,
(Because I hate myself...)
But please, understand, it's not that easy,
It's never easy, when you don't understand.
When you go through each day feeling different.
Because I'm not you...
But if 'you' are what I have to be,
Then I'm afraid I would rather not be, at all!
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
Musing over the MoonI don't think that the moonMusing over the Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wanted to be
imagine a hot rock
released to its own path
by a collision
fission fusion of creation
among the stars
a sun with planets
piece of travel-rounded
into a steady orbit
light the night
guide the ships
pull the tides
make us wonder
let the wolves howl
night after night
about its freedom