No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
What The World Is AboutHe said "Daddy, you're the best."What The World Is About2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He said "Son, I love you."
He said "Mommy, hold me close to your chest."
She said "Come here, Baby."
He said "Sister, Why are you so mean?"
She said "Because you don't know what it's like to be me."
And every Christmas, he'd get what he wanted due to his father always at work
Every Spring, he'd play in the sun even if it was just him alone
Every summer, he said he wanted a brother, and mommy said no
Every fall, he said loved going to school
He just wanted to have fun
He was only five and never understood what the world was about
He just wished to be happy forever
He said "Daddy, why are you so mean?"
He said "Because, you wouldn't understand."
He said "Mommy, when will my brother be born?
She said "Soon. Come feel him with your hand."
He said "Sister, Why don't you love me?"
She said "Just leave me alone, I just want to be free."
And Every Christmas, he'd get clothes for presents because Daddy got fired
Every spring, he'd play outside by hi
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Reflections of a Teenage SuperReflections of a Teenage SuperReflections of a Teenage Super6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[Author's Note: This story takes place eight years after the movie. | Spot the cameo!]
"I'm THE DASH!"
I heard this cry come from a small kid, maybe nine or ten years old, who was standing at the corner of the elementary school playground, surrounded by a dozen other children, some of them younger than the one making the proclamation. He leapt up onto a large rock to strike a pose: one arm ridiculously flexed, the other swinging out in a dramatic fashion. He had on a red teeshirt with a big yellow "D" in puffy paint on the middle, and he had red sweatpants with yellow stripes down the sides that anyone could buy at a local clothing store. He also had a black strip of fabric tied around his head, eyeholes cut out that didn't quite match up level. I chuckled and shook my head a little, but it was meant with good nature.
My costume didn't look anything like that.
I'm sure some kids had gotten ideas
A Gravedigger's Apprentice: Ch 1Old Man SuttersA Gravedigger's Apprentice: Ch 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dragging the corpse of a full grown man was awkward. Even in life, the beer-bloated Mr. Sutters hadn't been fond of moving, and apparently not even death could change his ways. The cocooned body made a horrible slithering sound as the unwrapped feet scraped the frozen ground, and Horatio was reminded why he hated his job. In warmer months, Sir would help him carry the corpse and the shovel, but alas; Sir’s arthritis thrived in cold weather, leaving him useless and Horatio dragging the fat body alone using his own, disproportionately slim weight. The clouds that occasionally drifted over the half-moon didn’t help either.
Sir was grinning at him, Horatio could see, Sir’s long yellow teeth glinting gold in the light cast from the lantern he held in his craggy hands. “Don’ hurry now, sonny, but the doc
And even still...Wishes upon a star,And even still...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the brilliance of the sun,
Fleeting like stardust
Blink – it’s gone.
And even still…
The sparkle that is left behind
Never fades easily
From the trenches of the mind.
Like butterfly’s wings
Are fragile, be gentle
Or breakage it brings.
And even still…
The powder left behind,
On your fingertips it does dance,
As it goes unrefined.
Mirrors on the wall,
Like shimmering water,
It can distort the image,
And the ego it does slaughter.
And even still…
The cracks it leaves behind,
Do leave room to be filled
With the kindness of mankind.
Secrets, SecretsSecrets, Secrets,Secrets, Secrets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are no fun,
When they're shared with everyone.
Cause me pain,
Because I don't feel the same.
or there will be hell to pay.
That's where I want you until I die.
Come to life
On those many dreamless nights.
Kill me now,
Because you know so many ways how.
Are for me,
So stay away, can't you see
Drove me insane
And now I will never be the same.
Love Hurts“Love hurts”.Love Hurts2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never knew the meaning of those words.
How could something so beautiful be so curt?
Why do they say it flies away like a bird?
“Stop this nonsense”.
They never did quite understand or see.
Our love has no consequence
As I was meant for you and you for me.
“Don’t choose with your ego”.
I’m not doing this all for me or for you.
I just love his smile that always does glow,
And between us, things are never blue.
“He will break you”.
Please do not just assume that
What happened to you will happen to me too.
I would know if he was a threat.
“There is no such thing as fate”.
You say it with such conviction,
Are you so quick to hate?
You have never seen the darkness brighten
Do you see?You see these tears?Do you see?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not shedding them for you.
You see my smile?
I’m not grinning for you.
You see my eyes?
They aren’t lighting up for you.
You see my blood?
It isn’t burning for you.
You feel my heart?
It’s not beating for you.
You know these feelings
That keep me up till 3am?
It’s not because of you.
You see the way I make
Extravagant hand motions when I’m excited?
That’s not for you.
You feel my rage and anger?
That is indeed for you.
Do you still not see?
Do you still not understand?
After all the times
I have hurt you
And thrown you away….
You still want to be here
You still want to be by my side…
Maybe it is me who does not see…
Maybe it is me who does not understand….
That even after all those times…
You do understand
I’m not really mad at you…
I’m just upset at myself…
You’ll always be my friend…
Maybe I’ll never know why….
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
(I won't need you)The last time I saw you, frost(I won't need you)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was lingering on the windowsill, penetrating
through a layer of glass and
attaching itself to the
walls of my bedroom.
I’ve packed and unpacked my
bags, told myself I would
told myself that I would let
I haven’t forgotten the way your
eyes looked on the day
we said our
Or the way that your lip curled
up into a forced smile
as tears pooled in the corners
of your eyes.
One day, I will finally pack my bags
and forget how sad we were
when you boarded that
plane and never called again.
One day, I won’t need to remember
what color your eyes were just
to make myself happy.
One day, I won’t need
Crayons"What are you drawing?"Crayons4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He hovered behind a small girl. Her hand was curled clumsily around one of the many markers she had strewn across her desk, the manila paper in front of her receiving mark after colorful mark from her enduring imagination. To him, it looked like a series of haphazardly scribbled lines, overlapping and crisscrossing with no discernable pattern whatsoever.
"Crayons," she breathed silently, concentrating on her masterpiece. The girl barely moved, save for her small arm swishing across the page noisily on its sacred mission. She then slammed the marker down offensively on the desk, scrutinizing the rest of her arsenal before delicately picking another she had yet to use.
Crayons? With markers? he thought to himself. He'd been a teacher for only two years now and knew ultimately that a surprise would come from the mouth of at least one of his students with every passing day. Looking at the drawing now, he smiled.
Rather than speaking his mind, he si
two.send messages in theirtwo.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
little notes that
i love you.
i miss you.
where have you gone.
and i'll take them,
fill them up with
send them back, across
to the other side.
i'll send you a postcard...
wish you were here.
because i'm not coming back.
.to the.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
star gazers out
on dusty bridges-
the ones who
could never see
seven ways to win your best friend's heart i. tell her things will be okayseven ways to win your best friend's heart 10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cover her imperfections,
replace her insecurities with compliments
( you helped me learn to love myself )
ii. forgive her
when she apologizes.
wrap her in a tight hug.
tell her it’s okay.
( i’m sorry i ever hurt you. )
iii. take her feelings
( my anger, sadness, and worries. )
put them on a shelf.
and help her walk away.
iv. don’t break your promises
( that hurts more than you know )
and don’t make promises
if you know they’ll be broken.
v. make her laugh
until she’s crying tears of joy
and you can’t get her to stop.
( i love how your jokes only get cheesier )
even if destiny takes you miles away.
( don’t leave, because i’ll miss you. )
that she’ll do the same for you
( because i love you. )
The MaskThe unmasked face,The Mask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Baring her soul to the world,
A terrifying prospect,
To one as young as me.
The carefully painted tears,
Are leaving tracks down her cheeks,
But these are not her cheeks,
Just the mask so well put together.
Her inner soul was shown,
By means of really seeing her.
Questions bubble to the lips,
Of the real her inside.
Confession about me Silent StrengthI am strong, but please never confuse this strength with invulnerability.Confession about me Silent Strength2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do hurt.
I do cry.
I do love.
I do feel.
I do get crushed.
I do regret.
But please never think that while I may never show these things in front of you, that I don’t feel them.
Because I do.
More than you could ever imagine.
I’m a hyper sensitive person, forced into a role of strength.
It is just a rare occasion when my reserve breaks and I show it in front of people.
And when this happens, I reach a state of such openness and vulnerability that I fear.
Because I can withstand a thousand blows, but just one word can cut me down. And at that moment, I fear what could be said to me.
I’m very sorry if anyone who see this thinks of me as cold, or heartless, or unfeeling.
It's just in my life, I have had people who rely on me to be the strong one who keeps a level head and calm emotions.
And so when I break in front of someone, I apologize profusely.
Because what if they were someone that needed me
Only HumanWe are only human,Only Human2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or so it is said,
Though we are under much influence,
By the information we are fed.
A phrase widely used,
Referring to what is ‘normal’,
And what should not be abused.
But what is ‘normal’?
Have you ever stopped to think?
Perceptions of ‘normal’,
Can change in a blink.
‘Normal’ does not exist,
That’s my opinion you see,
To have something that defines acceptance,
That doesn’t make sense to me.
Everybody is different,
And have the right to be so,
But some people hide their true self,
They fear to let their thoughts show.
The world should not be like that,
With all this talk about being ‘free’,
Yet people must behave a certain way,
That doesn’t sound like freedom to me.
We are taught that good wins,
And that evil will always fall,
But we all have some darkness in us,
We are only human after all.
So I leave you with this,
Do you dare to be you?
Are you really
The Scent of Blood: PrologueThe thief panted as he darted through the back alleys, his form lit only by the dying moon. Tripping, he cursed, righting himself at the last second and clutching the briefcase even tighter to his chest. Oh, his leg ached. It ached so much. He had cauterized the wound before he could bleed out, but it hurt so much...The Scent of Blood: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shaking his head, the man put aside his pain and redoubled his speed. He didn't matter. Nothing mattered, anymore. All he cared about was getting this briefcase to Nihil, and everything would be fine. He was almost to the drop off point- he just had to hold up until then. As long as this case made it, everything would be alright. The pain would be gone. Nihil had promised.
Tripping a second time, he failed to catch himself, and rolled on the ground in mortal agony. It felt as though he was being consumed by a raging inferno. Unable to discharge his power, unable to save himself lest he be discovered, the man gnashed his teeth, slicing his gums to tatters, and dug h
PathetiqueHer name was Aria, and she talked through her music.Pathetique1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Otherwise, she was silent. Nobody knew why; just that something awful had happened to her, something awful enough to take away her voice. Her eyes were always sad, and her smiles were always forced.
Sometimes, I’d hear her play the piano. When she played, her sadness would disappear, replaced by something like bliss; but only for as long as the song lasted. If one listened closely when she played, one can hear her voice: sweet, sincere. And if one looked closely enough, a genuine smile can be seen. But she’s in another world, one of music, unreachable by the rest of us.
I asked her to play for me once, to which she obliged happily. She chose the second movement of Beethoven’s Eighth Sonata. I knew it was one of her favorites because I had heard her play it often. She always executed the piece flawlessly - the beautiful A major chords, the famous cantabile melody, the rise and fall of each line. I could tell w
for the girl with kind eyes and a fiery laugh.this is a poem forfor the girl with kind eyes and a fiery laugh.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the girl with
an ever pounding heart.
i know what that boy
did to you
and i wish i could take it all
away; the fact that you still
makes my soul jump, because
you are the kind of person
people write about
in the best kind of
way. you have a fire in your
voice, and i hope that you never let anyone
take that away.
you were the first friend i
made without even
knowing it. one minute you were a
pretty face and now you are
the pretty heart that
i love, and i love
goldocean, i have no more words to give you,gold11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it smells too much like summer,
too much like home, but you are
a thousands miles away
Gaea wants to be Midas, the earth is in
a million shades of the ring
you left on my front porch,
of my mane back when i was wild, when i was free.
i remember when was your leo, you'd stare at the stars and wonder
what it felt to be molten but still burning
but you'd never know, never know,
because the sun doesn't taste like honey
when the well runs dry, it tastes like
death. (sometimes i miss you,
but i know better)