NightmareI had a dream last night.
There was fear in that dream. I remember feeling weighed down by the terror. I remember feeling eyes watching me from everywhere; feeling that they - whoever they were - were just waiting for me to slip up and make a mistake, to chase after me and capture me. I don't know what I did. I don't know where I was. It was a world where things had gone terribly wrong, and the metallic smell of fear and oppression and blood filled the air. That much I knew, and I knew I was in danger.
But there was a woman, and though she was afraid she was kind to me. She sheltered me; said that I was kin, that I was part of her family. She said that to a group of uniformed men who had come knocking at her door - terrible, terrible men with cruel faces and sleek rifles by their sides. I was terrified, and I'm sure she was terrified as well, but the men took her for her word and left.
They left, and they brought the woman's son with them. The boy couldn't have been older than twelve.
Rescue TeamShe called me because I lived right downstairs. She called me because she knew I wouldn’t call her parents. She called me because she hadn’t called in three months, and she knew that if she called me, crying, blubbering, watering the receiver with her tears and blood, I would come running anyway.Rescue Team2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was hunched up on the kitchen floor, her arms wrapped around her legs, her eyelashes wrapped around her bloodshot eyes. She looked up at me as I dropped the key I had never given back into my pocket. Her feet and hands were bloodied and full of cuts.
She said nothing as I crunched my way over the broken glass to her and hunched down, balancing on the balls of my feet. She looked down.
“What did you do?” I asked, looking around the messy kitchen, filled with shards of glass and broken plates. I noticed she was holding the phone in one hand and a champagne glass in the other. The only intact one left, I observed from my place facing the open cupboards and empty sh
Don't Mourn For MeShe was in my bed, where she had been for the past few days. Despite pleas from everyone, she refused to go anywhere else.Don't Mourn For Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watched her sob her heart away and I almost wished I hadn’t done it. Seeing her there with so much anguish carved into her lovely face, it almost made me regret my choice, almost.
In the end, it had been worth it. The pain and the sorrow were all gone.
“Stop mourning for me,” I begged as I sat beside her, bed remaining the same under my transcendental body. She had to let go and move on.
She sobbed violently and pressed my pillow into her face, no doubt trying to breath in what little of my scent remained.
“It hurts too much,” she said through choked breaths. “Sometimes it feels like you’re still here,” she quietly added as her sobs began to subside. It seemed like that thought brought her comfort.
“I know sweetie but you have to move on,” I told her in a gentle voice. “It’s not your f
Please, understand.Ever since you told me how you feltPlease, understand.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain and misery that you’ve held
Everything that you’re going through
I’ve done nothing else but to help
But every time I listen to you
I can’t help but to feel the same
My morals detain me for leaving you
But I wouldn’t be the only one to blame
life lessons.laugh a little,life lessons.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love a lot.
you'll get your heart broken
so maybe not,
but who am i
to call the shots?
sadness will consume you
if you allow it to.
happiness is a few steps away,
but it's up to you to find its path
& don't forget,
nothing will last.
take what you get
& work for what you want.
know that something will set
but waiting will get you nowhere.
be kind to those you love
so they'll know that you're there.
play the hand you're dealt
& gamble what you want.
learn to deal
because all of it is real.
learn your lessons
before you play them out.
know them thoroughly
before you get out.
shattering glass and stars.some people can't see the stars.shattering glass and stars.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's not blindness that constricts them
but rather the deafness and the ignorance
inside their eyes.
and [although they can't hear]
the sound of glasses
brings tears to their eyes
because they wonder if this is what the stars sound like
but the funny thing is
all they can see in the night sky
are little airplanes
they're mistaking for stars.
S h a t t e r e d.What is she supposed to doS h a t t e r e d.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the whole world is against her?
Everything she touches shatters
into a million tiny shards,
until it resembles the pathetic pieces of her broken heart
and withers away to nothing.
She'll watch the dust float away on the merciful wind,
until it is just an image
forever etched into her mind.
She'll be satisfied in knowing that it, at least,
will finally be safe from this hell on Earth.
Life Is A Choice Of PenLife Is a choice of penLife Is A Choice Of Pen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Having good or evil intentions and ambitions doesn't alter its colour or how much is written
It scratches down our cold past, our interchangeable present and waits advertently for the mysterious future
It holds the same intangible qualities of life by being able to spur our devious species to make irrational decisions
I've seen our despised kind kill in the name of what is written or being audacious enough to die defending such simple words
But words do not bleed, they do not care, they do not fight or love but only embody our existence giving us meaning manifesting life
In the end all we really want is to leave this world with our own individual alteration on the world's page
Perhaps a full stop, a name or even a single word will suffice, for it is sadly a common objective we all aspire for
My pen has manipulated my soul and in collateral crafted this heart trending mortal writing this piece today
My pen has played me, it has hurt me and seems to have no consci
Woadwaxenhoney-heat boilsWoadwaxen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the blued skin
of the daydreamer;
sun-soft metaphors hanging
from seraph wings & in between
yellowed nerve cells
Wish I Could ShowWish I could show how you make me feel.Wish I Could Show2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't seem like you think it's real.
But somehow you got me so bad.
You're the best thing that I ever had.
And now that I want you so,
I'm afraid of when love you don't show.
You make me such a nervous mess.
My sanity you've put to the test.
You say that you can't read me.
Can't you tell, you're all that I see.
I wish I could just show you,
Exactly what it is that you do.
You've got me high up on a cloud.
If you stay here, I'll never come down.
Just please don't break my heart.
Without you, I will fall apart.
I'd call you my shooting star...I'd call you my shooting star,I'd call you my shooting star...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you are much more rare.
I'd call you my precious moon,
but you shine brighter than any moon dare.
I'd call you my sunshine,
but you've never burnt my skin.
I'd call you my family,
but only by soul are we made kin.
I'd call you my friend,
but you mean much more to me.
I'd call you my world,
but then there'd be others to see.
I'd call you my life,
but we shall never part.
I'd call you my apple pie,
but your sweeter than any tart.
I'd call you my rose,
but you are always in season.
I'd call you my deep, blue sea
But you never break for no good reason.
In short I don't know what to call you.
Your name fits alright...
My life support,
My living angel,
Please make it through tonight.
The Smallest Love LoveThe Smallest Love2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
There was once a little girl who loved everything.
In the morning she looked out her window and this is what she said.
What a beautiful morning! Today is going to be great.
She went down stairs to her parents and this is what she said.
Good morning Mom and Dad what a beautiful day it is! I love you both so much!
She gives them each a big hug and goes outside.
She looks at the flowers and this is what she said.
Hello flowers, thank you so much for making the world a more colorful place, I love you all.
She saw a bee buzzing by and this is what she said.
Hello Mr. Bee, thank you for keeping the flowers so bright and pretty. I know you sometimes have a bad reputation, but you have a hard job keeping all the flowers so beautiful. I probably would get mad is someone interrupted me too.
She started down the street when she saw a homeless man.
AbsenceSilent?Absence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still as a statue
Silent as death
Wheres the clock?
Time is nothing
Lost in forever
The silent girl lies
crooningI breathed you into existence,crooning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crooning the song of your creation
with a lilting melody of ichor and ink,
and you rose from the scarlet ashes
of my flaming heart
as fledglings with iridescent feathers
dipped in the silver of my liquid soul
you matured to become creatures
of beauty and light,
shimmering with the jewels
of a thousand tears
and glimmering with the glow
of the blinking stars
behind our black, broken ceiling
but your beauty is not only
a product of love and music,
for your father was the raw harshness
of this life and its trials,
and you are as much
the offspring of pain
as you are the begotten of love
you were created in the valley
between my shoulder blades
as I flexed in agony at his torture,
ravaged by the thousand raging angers
and million bitter hatreds
that plagued his fevered mind
and drove him to such violence
my body became a canvas
splashed with scarlet and ebony,
a toy he could use to test
just how contorted he could force it to be –
skin stretching, muscl
magmawe would sit and discussmagma2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way crystals would form
when magma cooled,
(ignoring the irony
of drinking water all the while).
and in that time, i realized
that if i were magma,
i wouldn't want to harden into stone,
no matter how beautiful.
i am magma
and magma, however crude,
and i never wanted
to be set in stone,
let alone become it.
I can't sleep tonight honeyI can’t sleep tonight honey,I can't sleep tonight honey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t close my eyes
and not see you
Like a ghost from my past,
haunting me every second,
please honey leave me
I can’t sleep tonight.
am I going insane?
I can’t stand to see her face.
Let me burn in hell
I can’t sleep tonight,
I don’t know what to do.
I can’t make her go away,
this is a nightmare, it has to be.
this can’t be happening.
I can’t sleep tonight honey.
You Are Cordially InvitedLet me dance with you this evening,You Are Cordially Invited2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Let me look into your eyes,
Come and sweep my off my feet,
Let us leave the world behind.
We can fly above the buildings,
We can touch the highest stars,
Serenaded by Sinatra
As we slow dance around mars.
I will laugh with you like always,
You’ll be perfect without care.
Just one perfect smile
And I’m lighter than the air.
I’ll still smile if you decline me,
I’m content to take this chance.
But it would give me greatest pleasure
If you would join me at the dance.
Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,Statue In The Rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.
I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.
That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.
Best thing I never hadWe all know about "that boy".Best thing I never had3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Our first love, the one that broke our heart; the boy we will never forget. It seems utterly cliché to write about a topic that has already been covered so many times by thousands of weeping girls. Girls who in all likeliness said it much better than I, but I have to get it off my chest.
You were all of those things and more. I wonder if I will ever be free of you, or if my heart will remain forever tied to your shadow. Will I always cling to the feeling of being in your arms, judge myself for lacking the perfection you required, and fall short because you did not approve?
Will I ever be clean from the memory of how it felt when you walked away?
I'm ashamed sometimes, terrified, of the power you still retain over me. I hate that with one word you could come back, and I couldn't stop myself from granting you forgiveness. You need me. You have said so more times than I can count. You cannot live without me in your life. And yet here we stand, your face
The darknessI’m screaming out in terrorThe darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
‘cause the darkness is suffocating
But this empty house
Just echoes the screams
Open wide, come inside.You have to open up your beautiful eyes, drop the disguise, look up to the skies and see all the light––the reasons to fight, stop procrastinating, and do what's right, don't waste your night, the time is here––Open wide, come inside.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's all so clear, don't believe what you see, it's not what it appears.––
It's all staged by your peers, whispering in your ears, while you adhere–– to the rules, become one of those fools, those useless apparently-educated-tools, that misrule the schools, use all the fuels, pee in all the pools, and use us all like mules––take all our jewels, tell us to keep our cool––
while they fuck us in the ass, no dinner first––no class. We take it without a whimper, let me make it a little simpler–– they're all using and abusing, we're all bruising and losing snoozing––
to keep it all in line, it appears to be all fine, when they wine, and dine you, blind you and reassign you, und
UNMAKE WHAT IS MADEI am followed by sadness,UNMAKE WHAT IS MADE2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stalked by sorrow,
And hounded by desire.
I carry a burden of hate,
Crushed by misery,
And chained by desperation.
I watch and listen,
But do not learn.
I question and answer,
But do not know.
A mountain touches the sky,
Fire burns through darkness,
And the wind blows freely.
The seasons come and go,
Years pass into memory,
And each day becomes night.
I am haunted by eternity,
Possessed by humanity,
And demonized by faith.
Untie the knot that is tied,
Un-write the book that is written,
And un-name my name.
Let there be no dawn,
Let there be no thought,
And let me be no more.
Upon A kiss of Wild ThingsLike the frosts spread across valleys silent and drearyUpon A kiss of Wild Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years.. the tides became deserts
Thru seasons untamed, I hunted and found her gaze,
peering in a song deep and hallowed
Horizons quivered like ghosts cast in Winter’s dream
— where hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my dread:
I am but madness, haunted by her solemn breath
My soul shall yield to this mythic abyss —
wandering forests bereft of Autumn’s decree
We are warriors in a ballet of snow darkly falling;
betwixt worlds forgotten, and lives entombed ...
‘Whispers in the mist — two spirits — forever calling
— Arthur Crow © 2013
You make me feel like a girlYou make me feel like a girlYou make me feel like a girl2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not used to it yet
When I talk to you butterflies
Make my stomach feel upset
I worry about how I look
Whenever I am with you
Perfect makeup, hair and stuff
Not what I usually do
I'm nervous, don't know what to say
So I just smile and listen
Afraid to open up my mouth
In case I sound just stupid
I smile when I think about you
Or when we talk on the phone
I'm glad I have you in my life
So I hardly ever feel alone
I'm so confused
With my emotions
My heart now beats faster
than ever before
I want to tell you all this
If I could only put it into words
But if I tried to say it
It probably wouldn't sound very good