PainI am in so much painPain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It hurts me every single day
A piece of glass for my heart
It too easily comes apart.
Torn by hurtful words that came from you
“Why do I breathe the same air you do?”
My existence wavers on this Earth
Soon will I become one with the dirt?
No one ever seems to notice me
Will I ever be set free?
To be valued and noticed by you
Is all I ever want to do.
But I don’t know how much longer
I can try to reconquer
The space I once held in your heart
While it turns more tart.
With flowers on my grave
This I dare say…
“Keep your trivial love that tears so deep
And my experience I shall keep.
Here I shall say adieu
And become a person anew”
the pilot's daughterI would swallowthe pilot's daughter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
if poetry alone
could fly me to you.
flight risk or no,
I wish you
clear skies ahead ;
I will wait for you
those who lie behind eyelidsi. benjamin ithose who lie behind eyelids10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we watched silent films.
you bought an excitable child sweets
with money you couldn't spare.
i often wish
you were still
we hid devotion
in quiet moments.
i had always mocked those
who claimed that
innocence is bliss,
your innocence was blissful.
nearly four years past
but you're still so present
a specter spectator
lying arrogant, indolent
on the sidelines of me;
chaining me close.
v. benjamin ii
your lips were always dry
and you gave up too soon.
when you left, i spent
forty-six sleepless nights
on the living room sofa;
i couldn't go near the bed.
you looked right through me,
searching only for the
in his eyes.
heaven closed up shop
when we passed by;
forever fell ill and fled.
i can't help but wonder
if i haunt your silences
the way you inhabit
The ChalkboardWe had a chalkboard on the back wall of our kitchen. It was green with a wood trim and big like a front door. It did more harm than good I think.The Chalkboard2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was nine and my big sister seventeen. Every morning we ate breakfast together across from each other and it was usually the only time I saw her.
Every morning mom wrote a new word from the dictionary on it. Winsome. Subliminal. Inept. The word in red chalk and the definition in cursive white. Every morning a new word was there, under the Maxim — a short, pithy statement expressing a general truth or rule of conduct — mom made up and taped onto the top of the board.
The Early Learner Bird Gets The Word.
Between bites we said the word and the definition, over and over. Dad liked to say we sounded like broken record players. Mom said we were learning by Rote — mechanical or habitual repetition of something to be learned. After I said it ten times I could ask to be excused from the table.
It’ll let you express yourself b
...i'd like to see the stars, fall...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and kiss the
i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glow
into a million little pieces, and
across the seas.
one day, these lights will go
out; one day, that wish will come
[shut your eyes and imagine
neverlandhe wasn't a lost boyneverland2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he was simply lost
hands grappling with the darkness
as he searched for the star that would
take him to neverland
When I Have Left and Gone...When I have left and goneWhen I Have Left and Gone...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you realize what you did to me?
Will you want me there beside you?
When I have left and gone
Will you see how you
Into this suffocating pit of despair
That chokes the breath out of me.
When I have left and gone
And you are left in my path of anger
Will you be able to move on
Knowing I cannot forgive you?
The feeling that I was not important
That I was only ever going to be second best
That I could never be praised
Tore me apart….
And you let me br e a k
Into p s on the floor
And I can never be put back
T o g e t h e r .
Robots Have Souls TooChapter 9:Robots Have Souls Too4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Storm the Castle
GLaDOS looked up weakly as her captor walked past. Her entire body was overheated from Joseph Rattmann's abuse and constant use of her systems. GLaDOS could feel the heat of her hardware ebbing off of her in waves. She felt like she had a robotic version of a fever.
"The final preparations are almost complete, tonight I shall reign as earth's newest king!" Joseph Rattmann laughed.
"And earth's shortest lived king," GLaDOS growled angrily. "My systems can't take much more of this you idiot!"
"Ah, is my reluctant queen a little cranky?" the mad man sneered as he reached his hand out to touch GLaDOS's faceplate.
"Don't you touch me!" GLaDOS smacked the hand away with a quick swipe of her head.
"Still have some fight left I see," Joe Rattmann laughed. "I can fix that."
GLaDOS's eye widened in fright just before a surge of electricity coursed through her. "Aaahhh-!" GLaDOS metaphorically bit her lip trying to hold the pain in so that Joseph couldn't have the plea
Look Up at the Starslook up at the starsLook Up at the Stars3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
surrounded by each other
a blanket of darkness lets them shine
look up at the stars
I am alone
They are like me, but I, not like them
Because I am alone
In a world full of strangers
I am alone
In this land full of dangers
Suicide CircusI knew the hooded figure was watching me, even if I couldn’t see his face from the shadow of the cowl. His cloak hid his true body from me, only his white gloved hands visible. The material of the cloth seemed to be velvet as it shone and danced under the paleness of the moon. He was shorter than me maybe by only a little bit, that I could see even from our distance, yet still made me shiver as he stood there, silent, just watching.Suicide Circus2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I don’t think I should be here,” I mumbled under his invisible yet watchful gaze. He made no motion or acknowledgement of my words, just stood in front of the great golden doors that had an empty plaque on top. Why I tried to reach this place at the middle of the night, I didn’t know. Perhaps it was the intense and burning curiosity that drove me or my sheer stupidity. Either way, I could see it was a mistake.
Turning away from the hooded man, I began walking away when I felt a hand grip my shoulder firmly and force me around.
weighted down1. I am sixteen, suddenly.weighted down1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have grown up without anyone
telling me. My car keys rest heavily in
my palm. Each new college I hear about
rests heavily on my shoulders. I am
not sure how much longer I can take this,
all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,
of the future I’m not sure I want to have.
My skin feels stretched across my body
in places that don’t really make sense.
I still feel too big in every bad way—I’m
afraid I always will.
2. My first boyfriend tells me he
thinks I must have bits of the
universe inside of me. I try not
to get offended: I know he means to say
that kissing me is like kissing stars,
and that I hold the secrets of creation
inside my soul, but all I can think about
is how huge the universe is.
3. He breaks up with me at night.
For hours, I lean against my truck in
the driveway and look at the sky.
Stars are cold and distant,
I realize. The universe is big
4. Someone in my philosophy class tries to tell me
Under LondonCan you hear the music playingUnder London2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Playing under the streets of London
That's where the ghosts hide
Remembering the lives they had
Up on the surface people walk
Hearing the faint music
Wondering where it's from
But they will never find out
For the only way to find the music
Is to find the light in the tunnel
And join the ghosts under the streets of london
FlyMy background is really a quite complicated subject,Fly2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've tried my hardest, each year, not to let it go public.
I grew up in a place I can't really call a "home,"
Suffered through yelling and fighting, always made me feel so alone.
School was no different, I was alone through too,
"Freak!" They named me, painting me colors black and blue.
Years later, my mother came and took me away,
I was so glad that there might be light for a brand new day.
I love my mom, she's so gorgeous,
Although she may not see it, my step-dad is still wondrous.
Lived in the Underworld from since I was born,
Moved away at ten-years-old, yet I no longer feel torn.
Now I live in Olympus, a magnificent place,
Fourth grade til now, I'm tied in like a lace.
My heart beats with an artistic fury,
When drawing or singing, there's no need to hurry.
To be any kind of artist, you've got to have a passion,
You can't just sit back, you've got to make it happen.
I'm an artist in many different ways,
Joys and pain have made my
Nothing is wrong with meI always used to hate when people looked at me. I wished to be invisible, tried to be like everyone else. It never worked. Why me? What´s wrong with me?Nothing is wrong with me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why do people always give labels to others? We have name, you know. Isn´t it enough? But how often do you really get called by your name? "Hey, you on left. Hello, pretty girl. Look, the nerds are coming." It´s more like this.
And there´s nowhere to run. Nowhere except-
I speeded my steps up so much that I was almost running.
What are you running from? Do you really think that you can escape?
When did it start? When I started to run? Was it in the kindergarten? Kids used to laugh that I´m fat. Kids are cruel. They don´t understand how words can hurt. It´s not their fault, they say kids would grow up. But do they? I grew and childish roundness disappeared. Yet kids kept laughing. What´s wrong with me? Why do they laugh?
You´re a nerd. Bookworm. Swat. Why don´t you wear thick round glasses like other nerds?
DreamDream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I close my eyes
I dream faraway
and lose myself in
a world deep in my Head.
Where there are
Rivers of Silver
Trees of Gold
Flowers that glisten at dusk
Silver dew that
Gathers on emerald blades of grass
And birds with iridescent wings
that sing at dawn
The Queens and Kings'
Kingdom is the night sky
And their subjects are
Shootings stars and comets.
A realm of beauty and terror
And by day the world is ruled by
the golden sun
By night, reigned over by
the silver moon
And when I wake
This world will disappear
because this is
Only a dream.
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?
DeteriorationIt is the turn of the year andDeterioration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am lonely
down to the very
marrow of my bones, moon-faced,
i am choking on
your smile: ghosting
of you, i am a child
fingering through photographs
of years spent outside
the edges of recollection.
it shocks me how fast
your face has faded
midninght has dragged me
past another mellow day, held
my hand as i stole
through the fabric that
glues this world
my bones are left abandoned
beneath pale skin, hollowed and
hallowed i have carved
upon my ribs, caged
my heart in the whispers of you
was your hair, but the
blue of your eyes has washed
out of my mind.
To Die in Your ArmsI used to think it was selfish: dying in someone's arms.To Die in Your Arms2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why let them watch you fade away in their grasp,
Slipping slowly like sand in an hourglass?
It wasn't until all strength fled my limbs,
poison creeping through my veins like vines,
wrapping round my lungs. Burning like wildfire.
Only then did I understand.
Triumph favored us that day.
We fought with our comrades,
like demons in the night.
A glint of steel and streaks of blood were the only marks we left.
A prick in my side was all I felt when the dagger plunged into me.
I didn't say a word. There were bigger things at hand.
Freedom called like a songbird in the morning.
I didn't want him to know.
As the troops whooped with him at the rising dawn.
Lifting their spirits, as we watched Evil fall.
Fate is cruel to take me with it.
Blood dully gleaming on my hands as I tried to dam the flow.
But it was no use. Death brought me to my knees.
Yet Victory and elation tenderly consoled my pain.
I wished he wouldn't frown.
His eyes welled w
A Revolution in FireOne isA Revolution in Fire1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a match that is snuffed
the Bic igniting the timber
the comradery call of a campfire
the wildfire blazing across the landscape
an inferno that jumps from one to the next
an uproar no fireman could ever hope to put out
a billion is
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.
We see different starsWe see different starsWe see different stars1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While yours shine throughout
the darkness of your night,
light the way into your sky,
and hold your wishes til
they finally come true,
mine reflect in the murky filth
from which they can be seen
acting as disgusting mirrors
into a world which cannot be mine
SadnessIt hurts you. The pain.Sadness12 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You want it to go away.
Sadness. Please. Don't stay.
The Elevator ManEight hours a day, five days a week, for forty-one years he had pushed those buttons upon command. His place of employment - The Jansson Grande Hotel in New York City. It was one of those hotels that had five stars for everything; suites, service, food, entertainment. Quite simply, it was the "best of the best."The Elevator Man1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nevertheless, no one ever seemed to pay much attention to the little man who operated the elevator, the main one located just off the lobby. Occasionally he was even mocked or laughed at. Few ever spoke to him with respect, or treated him with dignity. From the time he was a child he was viewed as someone undesirable, someone that you would and should avoid. He was smallish in size, nervous around people and quiet as a mouse. He never looked anyone in the eye, always kept his cast to the ground, even when spoken to.
His daily routine never changed. At exactly six o'clock in the morning he would rise, fix the usua