Johnlock: It's Three A.MIt's three A.M,Johnlock: It's Three A.M11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I don't know,
Where you are.
I stare at the ceiling,
So blank, so endless,
And I cry.
It seeps into my mind,
Like a vice.
I want to take a hold of it,
And never let it go.
I dream that you are still here,
Speaking to me in that rough voice,
That I have come to love,
It's three A.M,
And I don't know what to do.
The bottle in my hand,
It keeps returning to my lips,
I go get a new bottle.
The silence is breaking me,
The ticking of the clock,
I choke on my own fear,
My pain, knowing you are here,
But still so far away.
Alive, you are, Sherlock?
But I don't know why.
I want you to come home.
I don't know where you are.
I want you
Pledge of Non-AllegianceYou pledge allegiance,Pledge of Non-Allegiance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To that flag,
Of that one country that everyone seems to hate.
And to the republic, which stands completely divided,
Under some faceless deity,
With liberty yet oppression for all.
Those Who Get Left BehindI was the retro metal dog,Those Who Get Left Behind3 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
Voices Of The ClockI look up and the clock chimes twelve,Voices Of The Clock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I witness silent whistles working the night,
Under the flaming furies of crimson candlelight.
Into a grave of loneliness with despair I do delve,
To find happiness beyond my own shrouded sight.
I look up and the clock chimes eleven,
And I hear quiet sprockets slaving the morning,
Under the twitching tears of yellow yawning.
Down in a hell of woe I so long to give in,
But I seek joy before I start my misery mourning.
I look up and the clock chimes ten,
And I see vague gears governing the day,
Under the burning blades of cyan clay.
Yet here in this pit of hunger I'm about to begin,
On a blissful path that led me on it's wondrous way.
Tick tock cries the cogs and gears of the clock,
Managing it's tireless triumph of time,
Over those realities of ravenous rhyme.
Eroding away the most rhythmic of rock,
As I run upon satin sands of lovelorn luck.
I look up and the clock chimes nine,
In a world without worry or fear of feeling fine,
Perceiving it's a
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.
Young Billy FifeAll the teddy bears gathered around,Young Billy Fife10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And settled into a huddle.
A secret meeting this certainly was,
To deal with a certain trouble.
They talked long into the unsettled night
About how to end a life.
And, thus, a dolorous plan was hatched
To kill young Billy Fife.
Billy was a lively lad
Who was at the age of six.
Spent his days in the town
Playing many mean old tricks.
Yes, Billy was an evil child,
(Spare a thought for the mother!)
A boy who knew just what was right,
But went and did the other!
Thus, the teddy bears went to hunt.
To slay the loathsome child,
One had a knife, another an axe,
Their retribution not mild.
For young Billy Fife, of evil bent,
Did store his toys most oddly,
For pinned to the wall was a bear quite small,
With its eyes all bulged and oggly.
Pinned, do you ask? Yes, believe what I say.
A carving knife was the method!
Because of this the teddies marched on,
With their murderous rage untethered.
Poor Billy Fife, asleep in his bed,
With the teddy bears 'round him,
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.
The Wanderer of Space and TimeTo see the stars that shine,The Wanderer of Space and Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a universe of space and time.
Wandering aimlessly in it's echoing expanse,
If only mortal eyes could perceive it all,
But I'll make do with just one glittering glance.
To see the galaxy that glows,
In a nebula of hopes and woes.
Basking mindlessly in it's sleeping sight,
If only hollow minds could hear it's call,
But I'll be sure to retain it's lingering light.
To see the firmament of fire,
In a heaven of lust and desire.
Seeking wildly in it's magnificent maze,
If only tragic hearts could mourn it's fall,
But I'll return holding it's beautiful blaze.
The Weeping AngelShe holds her head in her hands,The Weeping Angel3 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.
Red DressDon’t put on your red dressRed Dress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.
The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress
Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.
A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.
Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn’t care for the meaning.
Put it away in the closet, and rarely wear
for he doesn’t deserve your dear red dress.
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.
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.
When Can We All Be Human?When can we all be human?When Can We All Be Human?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instead of focusing on the outward appearance of ourselves
When can we see the beauty that lies within?
The aura that emits from our bodies
The “otherworldly” aura
When can we see it?
When can we all be human?
Instead of looking at race, religion , gender, and age
When can we see, that in one way or another, we are all the same?
White? Black? Asian? Hispanic? Native American?
It doesn't matter
We all bleed RED
When we die, our bodies shed
Like a butterfly emerging from it’s chrysalis
A spirit is released
Whether you believe in it or not
When will you look past my outer core?
And See that I am your sister?
Another human being
We all share the same planet
And we are killing it
Is this what it means to be human?
Killing the Oceans?
Taking the lives of the innocent just to satisfy our own desires?&
CementationCementation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like flesh being tored away from the bone
Brutally bitten and lustfully enjoyed
Quickly changing into a new disguise
I live by the speed of nothing
"What are you waiting for!" shouted the Hord
"I´m not waiting, I´m standing still!" I shouted back at the Hord
No where am I going
Legs are runnig wild feet turning into cement
Paralyze me as I look over the bridge.
"This is´nt life", I whispered to myself.
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
Poets Always Lieambrosial fabrications arePoets Always Lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
easier to swallow down when
incandescence is a blessing bestowed
only upon those with silky tongues.
deceptions are beautiful
in the right words
because they are salvation, like a
rapture, they save the sickly,
self-indulgent souls from those
tragedies they used to write on the insides
of childhood notebooks about who
they could never be [themselves]
they rescue them from tremulous
corners and closets, hideaways
where they've grown too akin to
the demons they nurse; and drag
them into a land beautiful enough
to wear light as a second skin
(where lies are never discussed
but always shared)
are so much more comforting
than the absoluteness of reality
because self-resentment is as
natural as a heartbeat to those
who were born breathing and
abhorring and denying all from one
steady gasp of what the existent world
had to offer to them
back then their eyes opened, and
their fingers fumbled, born, they realized
the world wasn't as pretty as promi
HumanIt was at a rest areaHuman2 years 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.
Let it go (Luna's version)The stars glow bright on the moon tonightLet it go (Luna's version)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Not a hoof print to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen
The shadows loom like this bitter feel inside
Couldn't keep it in, Heaven knows I've tried
Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always had to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what they're going to say
Let the night go on
The dark never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me
Let it go, let it go
I am one with the stars and sky
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry
Here I stand and here I stay
Let the night go on
My power spreads through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in shimme
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 Reader2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Am LokiI Am Loki1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the outcast of my family.
I am the second child, the one not regarded.
I am always doubted, never trusted.
I am the one who is looked down upon for being different.
Between my brother and I, I am the one that thinks things through.
I am known to get what I want, because I do what it takes.
My brother is well known by nearly all
And praised by many.
People know me to tell me the grandeur of my brother,
As if I do not already know.
Little do they know that I have more to offer.
I hide my feelings for fear of getting hurt.
I have built a wall to protect myself from pain.
I will not admit when I am hurt, for jesting is all they will do.
For this I am deemed uncaring, because uncaring is what I am
If I do not wish to show how I feel.
I am the one that people question,
I am the one whose reputation is dark.
I am a mystery that people fear to search for the light of.
For they think I am truly wicked.
But am I wicked? Not in my heart.
The façade I have built is what people see.
And so it
You Only Have So MuchHer fingers are dirty,You Only Have So Much10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hair tangled.
She's a mess, some would say.
But at least her heart is pure.
His wrists covered in scars,
His stomach roaring with hunger.
He's damaged, some would say.
But at least his love is whole.
Her breathing is heavy,
And her skin is pale.
She's dying, some would say.
But at least she knows how to live.
At least a woman without a house
Knows how to make a home.
Hand her a loaf of bread,
And she won't devour it,
Because she knows how to treasure
The beauty in life.
At least a boy without a smile
Knows how to hold on,
Longer than someone who's never fallen,
And never dared to learn
How to fly.
At least a girl in the mobile chair
Knows how to capture a moment,
Because she can't quite be sure
How many moments really are
At least someone with so little
Because when you have so much...
You only have so little.
RunI need to escape,Run2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to be free.
I must surely run wild.
I long to laugh and see.
Run, run I shall run out of fear.
I will flee from the threat.
I shall go far not near.
A place that is safe,
That is what I need.
I need no familiar face
So, I take off with speed.
Forget what I have left
For it is surely gone.
Time is running out,
They will be awakened by dawn.
So, I gather my things
And swiftly go away.
There's nothing left for me here
And no reason to stay.
But I'll admit, I'm glad that I'm free.
After years of being controlled, I can finally be me.