Life and a LadyLife and a LadyLife and a Lady2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little girl,
With pastel stains on her cheeks
I remember so vaguely
But she walked home that day
With a star in her hands
And chocolate milk on her mind
A little lady,
With confetti littered in her cheeks
I remember, though barely
But she walked home that day
With a medal in her hands
And the promised computer in mind
A teenage girl,
With tears on her cheeks
I remember somewhat clearly
But she walked home that day
With a toga in hand
And college in her mind
A grown-up lady,
With make-up on her cheeks
I remember lucidly
And she walked home that day
With a diploma in hand
And success in her mind
With blush on her cheeks
I remember so vividly
And she walked home that day
With a ring in her hand
And a man in her mind
With bloom on her cheeks
I’ll remember infinitely
Walked to a new home that day
With a hand in her hand
And eternity in her mind
With small hands on her cheeks
I’ll remember joyfully
And she walked home that day
Not Creative Enough to Think of A Proper TitleAnger courses throughNot Creative Enough to Think of A Proper Title2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jealousy within my veins
It's screwing with my brain
Screaming wanting to be out
To lash and cry
This rage makes me dead but,
all more alive.
Picking Up The Pieces part 1, 2, and 3A/N: I decided to write up the joujin, Picking Up The Pieces I've drawn. I only have 1 posted. Spoilers.. for the joujin I drew. Warning: yaoi (boyxboy). Explicit Language. Uke!America I'm not bashing England or France I just kinda needed someone to break up with America and really hurt him. I like RusAme too much so not likely same with GerMerica. This is CanAme (pretty much favorite Hetalia couple.) Please enjoy reading thanks.Picking Up The Pieces part 1, 2, and 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Alfred's (America's) POV
I can't breathe. This isn't happening. England and France kissing. I take of my glasses hoping that there is just dirt on them and that this isn't happening. It can't be. Arthur. He couldn't he wouldn't do this to me. Right? I feel tears spring in my eyes and start to slide down my cheeks leaving warm trails.
"A-Arthur....?" I whisper. The two break apart looking at
Not ScaryNot Scary2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Plagued by nightmares and chased by demons.
One way out.
Will it hurt?
Will there finally be peace?
Or is an eternal sleep too good for me?
Will they fallow me and still torment me?
Laughter ringing but not good, never good.
High pitched giggles as they pick at everything.
Every fault, every mistake, everything that ever was good turns bad.
Once beautiful rainbows turns viscous telling horrors of what is to come next.
One mistake, one cut.
Another one and another because just doing that is a mistake even as I try to atone.
When my soul is being sucked right out of me I go numb.
Numb to almost everything.
Fear what is that?
The pain is fresh but what really makes pain isn't a bundle of nerves.
Its the fear.
Now gone, there is nothing but morbid fascination and glee.
Fascination as the red drips on the floor rolling off me.
Glee as I dip my fingers in my blood.
I make a beautiful
i wish i was a temple.i brush the ashesi wish i was a temple.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from my teeth and
for the first time in years
pray to the God
that i sometimes lose faith in.
all of my scars
will heal: this
is all i know right now,
and that is enough.
Who Is Your MotherThere is no tired like new-mother,Who Is Your Mother2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brand-new mother exhausted.
Sleep a while; please sleep a while.
I tuck your arms into soft fleece, mark the 'O'
of your tiny mouth as I do it, crook you
in one elbow. We are surely alone, and slip
into dreams, you and this woman
who is your mother, drowning together
in pillows, bed-sheets, down.
There is no fear like new-mother,
groggy, incision-pain, narcotic-haze,
frantic new-mother terror. Sleep
a while; please sleep a while.
My heart lurches -- stops -- breaks.
I jolt across the bed, scanning
your tiny face for breathing signs,
a twitch, a sigh. We are still alone
and when you move, I crook you back
into my elbow. Sleep a while.
the thief and the harloti taste dirtthe thief and the harlot2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every time your lips touch mine
it feels earthy, smoky, bone dry
clinging to the inside of my mouth
a ghost-dusting of crumbs that
texture my tongue with the taste of sin
familiar isn’t it?
your fingertips graze my scars
they climb each raised keloid and
descend into the valley between my thighs
you ask if the scars are new and
i want to tell you the story of each cluster
how they falter and fade with age
but i stumble and spit
my mouth is stuffed with dirt.
yet, i ask you to bruise me harder
to stir up the black and purple storm
that lives under my tacky wallpaper skin
it’s not the flesh that i worry about.
the blooming of the bruises feels so right
it is a familiar and inviting home
and you comply without complaint
hurting people comes naturally to a thief
thus you rub bruises over my skin
like a thin layer of dirt to cover the sins, the scars,
so you don’t have to pretend to care anymore
and i want to tell you that i could adore you
you, who hel
glazed washi. sprainglazed wash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was the way
you held things
given to you
and the way
you held things
you had taken
the way you carried
a glass of water
down the stairs
and the way you
almost clasped your hands
to turn the pages
of a catalog
all you're holding
are trembled bones
ii. big bang in watercolor
and layer after layer
i step away
to let them dry
and when i return
the colors have exploded
on their own.
iii. leaf pile
the light comes
as it always does
from a burning
seems to burn
were i to stop
and ponder all notions
as they unfold
it might occur to me
that they curl into each other
as if burnt
into some final
or the diminishment
but i find it
so hard to stop
instead i rake extra leaves
onto the pile
Sparrows and Train TracksSparrows and Train Tracks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She listens to the corpse of a wingbeat.
The stories of faraway people
etched on sea glass and flower petals,
like legends told for lullabies
printed with rose thorns
in the absence of paper.
Do the fingers of clock hands
hold the questions of children,
the way wine kisses guilt
and disposable wedding rings?
Handmade letters and gift-wrapped packages
resemble the music of a laughter
that isn't really there.
How many faces
are the reflections of a moment
dying in the second of a memory-
or the dances in the i love you's
that you never told me.
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
Blame it on loveHe set his heart on fireBlame it on love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and threw it far away
wiped a few drops of tears off his face
and drew a smile across his lips
no one warned him about crossing love,
he'd only had guidance for crossing a busy street.
He heard so many stories of passions
he thought himself immune,
but he fell so hard and knew
he'd never learned a dime.
So innocent and strong, he jumped right in
never thought he might lose the fight.
She was the one he thought to be true,
a new hope, a future and a promise of an i do
so many dreams after marriage,
of two kids, a white fence and a cozy home
they never thought they could drift apart.
But the days of longing and wait,
faded when they first cried
something broke that night,
and never ceased to crack
they looked over details
and clung to traits of the past.
Now he's in limbo,
not knowing which way to choose
Can't leave, can't move on and rejoin the show
no answers given, no ways to quick heal
only regrets he spilled his heart out,
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
vs.are we no morevs.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than heartbeats and
or drunk kisses with
our clothes in a knot?
i've got a mind, too,
that's something to behold.
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.Stronger than Suicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -Beyond Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
The Loving CannibalThe Loving CannibalThe Loving Cannibal4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"This fire I feel this fetish of unsuppressed hunger, tis a perpetual adoration which could not be tamed By the devil's cantankerous motives, I want only to devour her, I cannot explain. This filth which is the essence of my spirit defines my addiction. Tell me God, damn you answer me! Why is it the more I love, the more I hunger? My tongue bodes a sensational bliss upon her skin that my teeth fuel the love of my heart! I feel that my eyes might roll with delight, yet these streams of salted misery course from my sight I hear her screams of anguish beneath the restraint, but but I do not care! Oh must this pleasurable feast be such a taboo, mankind's curse to us, that I ache with each bite? My darling my love my dinner forgive me "
Fake How are you?Fake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Twisted Up InsideWould you ever know the feeling,Twisted Up Inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of being twisted, over and over.
Much like a string of high-tension cord;
Ready to snap at any moment.
You are barely controlling this swell of emotion.
Keeping it taut, lest it burst from the surface.
A plastic smile serves as your only defense;
Witty banter, to stave off a deeper inquiry.
You hide the signs of your sickness;
Quickly easing the pressure.
Whilst appearing to adjust the suit,
You move through the crowd like a fading wisp.
Rushed, sweating and just barely contained.
You duck into the shadows, so you might breathe again.
-Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 13th November 2013
The CubeA young man awakes in an empty white room and is forced to complete a series of puzzles and tasks by an ominous voice, with the promise that he will be set free, but once he passes each test he slowly gets closer to the truth of why he is in the room and what awaits him on the outside.The Cube1 year ago in Drama More Like This
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That Was Terrible"Last summer we metThat Was Terrible2 years ago in Romance More Like This
We started as friends
I can't tell you how it all happened."
Percy perked up as he heard guitar strumming and a guy singing.
Curious, he walked behind the Apollo cabin, where Will Solace and a Demeter girl were seated on rocks, and Will was strumming his guitar and singing. The girl was covering her mouth in disbelief, her eyes bright with joy.
"Then autumn it came
We were never the same
Those nights everything felt like magic."
Percy began to smile as an idea took shape in his head.
He waited for Will to finish serenading and subsequently smooching the girl before walking up to him.
"Hey, Will, I need your help with something…"
Dinner. Annabeth kept staring at the Poseidon table, and this time it wasn't just because her new boyfriend looked so good (as always). He'd been going on about a surprise the whole day, and still, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But now, he was frantically gobbling u
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write