Remembrance.The old picture is still strong between both my thumbs and forefingers, clenching so hard at both ends of the scratchy textures, afraid that the November winds might fly it up high to the sky and never return it. Or the fear of my mind not remembering all the details behind the picture without looking down at it. Just like the famous quote that says, "There's a thousand story behind a single picture." And that's exactly how I felt at the moment. I could tell everyone about the thousand memories and million types of moment behind that single, yellowish photograph. It would pour out of my lips without hesitation, leaving not a moment behind until I get to the finishing. Where the end starts and my heart would make a breaking sound, deafening my heart. It's not that I don't want to look down to see the image in my hands, but I rather not. I'm too afraid to let my glassy tears to pour down raining the dry earth and unable to stop them. But then, why does the world ahead is staring back andRemembrance.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
[Ink x Iron] A Gajeel x Levy FanFiction pt. 12Chapter Twelve: To The Boats![Ink x Iron] A Gajeel x Levy FanFiction pt. 122 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gajeel’s body convulsed with coughs. He sat victim to his own body until the fit passed. When he finally managed to catch his breath, he realized that he was sitting on a hill in the middle of a desert. Below him, where the sand leveled out was an oasis. Around the small pool of water were all kinds of trees, there were rocks too, but the water was what grabbed the Iron Dragon Slayer attention.
The water was crystal clear, calm as the night, and almost seemed to call out his name. Getting to his feet, Gajeel stumbled down the side of the sandy hill. When the sand finally leveled out, he took one last shaky step and fell flat on his face.
“Gaaajeeeel,” a singsong voice called.
“Levy?” he whispered into the sand.
“Gaaajeeeel,” the singsong voice called again.
“Levy,” he muttered, spitting out sand and pushing himself up to a standing position. As he stood, he caught a glimpse of light blue hair. Looking c
Can You Tell?Can you tell?Can You Tell?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at our pictures, and have this sad smile
Hold back the tears in my eyes, and wonder
If you'd stayed, I wouldn't be looking at these pictures
But instead, You'd be reminiscing about them
Can you tell?
Days go in and out, things seem so dreary
Life lost its spark but still life goes on
Doesn't wait for this heart to heal
Or will it ever, will it forever remain the same?
Can you tell?
When I greet you, the world shines
But tumbles down when you leave without a word
The only reason I'm alive so that you'd be happy
And not be sad, that you'd caused my death
Can you tell?
That I love you, and never will stop
The time that we shared, haunt my dreams and never yours
The love that you had for me, disappeared and
Stabbed my heart and broke it into tiny pieces?
No, you can't, and so I carry on, till my time comes
Loving the ghost of a man who used to love me too
PersistenceI have a black old sweaterPersistence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
some of you may know it
you've seen me wear it so many times,
too many... some might say.
it has a few holes
the sleeves are almost falling apart
there's a pink decolored spot
on the left side, near the stomach,
where bleach fell on it.
but it's my favorite sweater
and I still wear it very often
in fact I'm wearing it right now
while I write these lines
and though I don't attach myself to things
there are some that no matter how much you try
you can't completely replace
and you will always love
and you will always miss
after they're gone
A WishA teary eyed child looked into the eyes of their molesterA Wish5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And wished for death
A brown eyed child fingered his ribs and ignored the rumbling of his belly
And wished for food
An overweight child stabbed his hand, blocking the taunts of others
And wished for acceptance
Tell me, what do you wish for...
A soldier fought with his last breath, watching his comrades die
And wished for peace
A Muslim tried to run away from the people who thrashed him
And wished for equality
A nurse watched another baby die of cholera, haunting her sleep
And wished for clean water
A prostitute cried as she watched an executive pay for her body
And wished for an education
Tell me again, what do you really wish for...
A mother holds her daughter's hand as she dies of cancer, smiling
And wished for mercy
A son hates when his parents argue, and ignore his existence
And wished for love
A step daughter runs away from home with blood running down her legs
And wished for innocence
A cousin orphaned shifts fr
You're Welcome, Pig.There's no shame in exposingYou're Welcome, Pig.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what little there is left to be proud of.
Slip hands beneath cotton and synthetic fabrics,
expose epidermis to empty rooms on the other side of state lines.
Nothing matters if you can save him.
Nothing matters, if you can keep him around.
Regret isn't the right word.
No, sorry isn't what I'm looking for.
More...the sound a lobster makes when it hits boiling water.
A feeling like the staunch white of heated metal before the forge.
Something akin to skinning a man alive,
stench of iron and anger.
I'm never one to ask but...
You respect the one that hurt you
more than the one who's there for you.
Don't give me the standard answer:
better than anyone.
But last night we became a new kind of close,
innocent or not,
committed or un,
and you can't pretend it didn't happen, no,
can't write over it because you told me what you wanted
and I gave it to you like the fool I am...
You've just becom
Little girlLittle girl little girl,Little girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've got something to tell you, my dear:
Life is never going to be as you want it to be. You can't be a princess all your life. Things will happen that you don't want to happen.
Respect will be gained
bed sheets hold more than bodiesi engraved the curve of my fingernailsbed sheets hold more than bodies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into his shoulder blades, his tongue
sweat with lust. we touched,
real this time.
linens are scrapbooks: snapshots
of midnight and kush smoke
and breathing speech.
i cried oceans for lips that flowed like rivers.
i moved mountains for men
who were often obstacles of their own.
uncut grass and dusty mattresses,
warm liquor and bruises.
someone else's shadow is not for hiding behind.
my mother mistook me for chastity,
men mistook me for a chalice;
both drank me dry.
i took for granted the time i had another body
next to mine and now
i realize his absence with startling certainty.
Tales of AbyssTales of Abyss5 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Luke! Hey Luke!! Idiot over here wait, WATCH OUT!"
Random crashing noise
It was a mess once again although it had been awhile after they had destroyed Van, Tear Grant's brother. Luke had heard from Jade that she had been quite depressed about loosing her brother and having to destroy him for the better good of the countries and the world. He would always want to go see Tear but she would be always traveling all over the place so he could never get exactly in touch with her. The short haired man sat down on the footsteps of his manor as he sighed in completely bored. Then his tall blond haired friend Guy had came to his side and asked "Hey Luke what's wrong? No needing to sulk around!" Luke looked up at his friend who was standing behind him and he sighed. Guy only smiled and said "Come on. Tell me what's wrong?" Luke then said "I don't know I'm just kind of confused with myself." Guy only had a smirk on his face and started to tease Luke.
"Are you miss
my grandmother had a blanket of galaxiesmy grandmother once told me that if i gathered allmy grandmother had a blanket of galaxies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars in the midnight sky, i could sew them into
a giant blanket of galaxies for lovers to make wishes on.
this is what you do with your hands:
learn the same language my grandmother did all those
years prior to this moment of steam and shake.
come daybreak, we collapse into each other with the
sort of stumbling that my grandmother warned me of.
foolish hands know no boundaries, she would say.
thank God that i am boundless, finding you with probing fingers,
your shoulders a make-shift ladder i climbed to catch
just an inkling of heaven on the tip of my tongue.
if every i love you we whispered
into the gentle morning's ear
brought us closer together,
we would become each other.
folding until we are one:
nothing but a crease of constellations
on my grandmother's blanket.
preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,preemptive breakup poem3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.
and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.
i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat
or laugh at your favourite tv programs
i want to be the reason
you walk with your eyes on the pavement
because too many things
remind you of me
i want you to feel the soreness of a heart unloved
loudly enough that the beating is mute and slow
loudly enough that you keep your hands in your pockets
when you move through the city so you don't touch any
The Monster Within MeThe Monster Within Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand in front of a broken mirror,
I try to hold my head up high,
Trying to close my eyes,
But I look into my reflection,
Seeing only pain, frustration, and guilt.
I wipe the tear away from my eye,
Hoping and craving my importance,
Wanting it so bad it hurts to breathe.
My fingers touch the coldness of the glass,
Reflecting the past coldness of my soul,
I wish I were good enough,
I wish I could show my light,
I shall not,
I can not,
But I wish to.
Why can't my soul be saved?
Why must I endure this pain?
My heart tells me no but my other must say yes,
I feel my soul reaching out,
Screaming a cry that makes the fearless cringe.
I see within the mirror,
A horrible sneer with sharp teeth,
Blood eyes that made you quiver,
I look into my heart,
and see only pain
I look into my soul,
and see only guilt
I look at myself,
and see a monster
little worn wrists bitter entropy, sifting through the ended anthropology;little worn wrists6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
kinder cures for those electrophilic apothecaries,
sanded lips, marbled eyes, glazed in memory and diction
the LEDs have all worn out, colored
ruts along the veins and insecurities,
the valleys in the rivers in the rain
fell through carbon trellises,
cupped out water on the seine (inside her hands)
doe-eyed erasure, devil-stilled
and it is arrow straight,
violent amber lips
human conditiongive me a second give mehuman condition7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a minute give me long enough
to google "how to find yourself"
and put an ad on craiglist
for the point of existence
i'm selling my nihilism on
eBay and i don't have the energy
to put the starting price higher
AyePoWriMo, n)"here is the city limits"AyePoWriMo, n)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she said, in a voice
softer than holo-silk
and it was staggering,
the malachite ocean
at night, the company stars
above turning universal.
the titanium wall pulsed
with a geothermal red.
she took a cigarette-
and smoked out the faint
outline of an ancient, native
dragon. the hubbub below
silenced for curfew.
"this is the violet electric,"
she said. "this night is a voice
and it will be heard."
The Poet and The Philosopher“Am I real?”The Poet and The Philosopher2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“That’s a grand question.”
“And valid, considering the circumstances.”
“What’s your answer?”
“I thought you were the Philosopher here.”
“Are we not entwined?”
“Not necessarily. Unless that’s your answer?”
The restaurant was like the dress from a Klimt painting, stretching down for opulent floor after opulent floor. Sideway marble pillars stretched like a hand, into perfect fractals and then perfect foundation, in which walls of gold leaf and semi-precious mosaics curved into a domed cylinder. The dome itself was made of crystal, and the night sky above showed the light of its infinite stars shimmering, forever.
The crowning features of this restaurant (not named yet) were the colossal chandeliers, hanging from a massive screw in the centre of the dome above. Thousands of bulbs glowed like white-hot eggs, lining the sloping arches and curves of each ornament, before
architectural blue(finger)prints (nanogliimo)strut with your puncture woundsarchitectural blue(finger)prints (nanogliimo)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of pen slits in your pupil
while the conscious lays low
on a raised pulpit,
culprit of monotype murder
your red wine smoked out
into powdered pigment clouds
is the red alert that
armageddon is among us
and that control verse
from the kid in the mad city
was the dying sky of the times
as that free verse
from the little shit
is shooting over
by drowning out colors
of yellow brown
and off-whites of all kind
sigma alpha epsilon,
purple and first place
dons the ivory
of a structure gone mad
the order's not dead
the dead conduct sequence
in this novus ordo seclorum
in a pentagon shaped district
columbia columbia columbia!
ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!
Empty Bottlesa quiet defianceEmpty Bottles7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this sinkhole
of a boy, his buried
houses the warhead
in my chest
spider from its center
to spark and override
the why and how
their empty bottles
not even for miracles
so much as purpose
hope, a tomorrow
so inevitably led
not to, but
down the well
sidewalls of faith
the potato onecharlatan colored cheeks on thethe potato one6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
other side of sin,
the smell of pomme de guerre
on material mistress,
love you madly,
the root says to the worm,
the crater to the moon
a rave review for you
and go ahead and un-integrate yourself
lemonade limbobeing with you islemonade limbo6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lying belly up in
a river of lemonade
the backs of my palms
floating, slack and spread,
and the river sloshes
against my back.
I feel a warmth
deep in my cells,
cinnamon days and
underneath my eyelids.
when the world quakes
and I feel the fault lines
stress, there is you
and this limbo.
Superseded. she spins spider websSuperseded.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapping conscious lives in her palms
reading bible verses like comics
and singing praises like carols.
what lies between her eyes and her mouth
is a direct link to the deepest circle
of magic and mystery,
where heaven and a darker place creep
inundated with the fogs of her soul,
warm and chilly, frostbitingly hot -
she has superseded dreams