Sails of the DragonA shining vessel in waters dark
White sails proud amidst the storm
From fierce clouds, the lightning stark
mocked the glow of fire warm
Proud she stood to fight the wind
Her dragon tall in growing light
While thunder roared in ceaseless din
Hating the fair craft so bright
On she sailed in crushing waves
Towards the first of sunrise's rays
Enraged, the roiling storm gave chase
But slowly faded in the warmth of day
Thus she emerged in shining form
To sail in light for evermore
Never again would there be a storm
That dared to challenge the Dragon's roar.
To My RapistYou killed yourself the other dayTo My Rapist11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you were finally going to jail
for what you did to me
and countless other kids
and let me tell you
how livid that makes me.
I hate the fact that you stole
my virginity from me.
I hate that you’re not getting what
I hate that you took
the coward’s way out.
But most of all
that I didn’t get the chance
to forgive you
and for that
StrugglesI clutched to the bars in desperation,Struggles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never believed I was in void space;
I smashed the gold and silver to fragments,
Never believed I was incapacitated.
I lived in serenade,
Picture perfect I would be;
I was disillusioned,
And I chose to never parade it.
I imprison myself in desires,
While you waltz in my shadow;
My shadow's your podium to shine.
I clenched my fist so tight that they bled,
I like how the blood drips;
I dance in hysteria that they ridicule,
I like how their pain shows.
MonsterI'm the monster.Monster9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't need to hide under your bed,
inside your thoughts is good enough for me.
Only help will make me go away,
and I make sure you don't get it ever.
I come when your full of high spirits,
and push you down into a pit of despair.
Sometimes, I leave and make you
feel the cold numbness you despise.
You'd rather hurt then be numb,
and welcome me back.
Only the strong ones can shake me off,
and continue on their right path;
instead of the bad one I've created for you.
StorytellerStoryteller,Storyteller9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dreaming of stories,
dream something bright,
dream something light.
please don't fall,
if you fall the story will end,
if you fall my heart will break and bend.
of light and of rock,
fixed in the sky of black and of blue,
tell me the story of how you flew.
tell me a story.
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 Me1 year 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
Why follow the Masquerade ?The first things we're taught -Why follow the Masquerade ?11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
None's the same, No we're not.
The next thing we're taught -
Be normal like rest of the Lot.
Why's the world such a hypocrite ?
Must my fate be confined to it's writ.
Isn't my fate, my own to scribe ..
Isn't it my life to describe ?
Why follow this masquerade?
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If i can't then I demand out..
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
The sound and the silenceThe sound of a heart breaking is not like glass shatteringThe sound and the silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's a loud, roaring scream of despair
and then silence
for the longest time, all there is, is silence.
But slowly, slowly a beat returns.
Faint, unsteady and fragile.
Like the tentative flutterings of a baby bird's wings, as it learns to fly.
So afraid of falling.
But slowly, slowly, the beat gets louder.
Like a drummer in a marching band.
Nervous and hopeful.
The sound of a heart beating again is like a soldier being welcomed home.
Covered in scars, but happy again.
Ready to face whatever lies ahead.
NightmareA shade among shadow,Nightmare9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the creeping of trees,
Where the onyx hair flow,
Through a whispering breeze.
A path once known,
Now lost to the mist,
Is a place never shown,
This prison, her gift.
Her hope now as echos,
Lost in the veils,
This dream no one shows,
Upon wavering trails.
Where Did Sugar Mice Go?I remember when I gazed at starsWhere Did Sugar Mice Go?10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And whispered to the moon,
When sugar mice were stored in jars,
Then eaten with a spoon.
Marshmallow clouds that hid the sun,
And a magic that unfurled,
To those whose minds could freely run
Into a different world:
An unseen world each child did seek,
Its wonders to reveal,
Beyond the Adults’ wall so bleak,
Where everything is real.
Fairies dancing and elfin chant,
Coloured in my days,
Think of now? I really can’t,
My life is filled with greys.
The world has now distinctly dulled,
And where did sugar mice go?
No doubt Father Time has culled
All those things I used to know.
Childhood now I seek to steal
From dreams that do unfold,
To relive and escape what’s real:
The fact that I’ve grown old...
Scam The WorldFilled myself with medicationScam The World1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You said it would help my education
But all it did was fill me with dread
Now I keep on seeing people who are dead
Expensive idiots try to bargain me a new deal
They're hoping that I'd complete the seal
People are trying to make money from misfortune
It's not a surprise people want to gain a fortune
People are trying to scam the world
It's enough to make me want to hurl
Desperate to make money by any means necessary
There are so many reasons to do so especially
The chance to gain a lot of cash
Even if it means they go out with a crash
Without patience we turn to crime
But we may end up having to do some time
Well that would be such a shame
Even if you would be the one to take the blame
Greed breeds corruption of every kind
People can pretend that they are blind
But it will only be a matter of time
Before people finally start committing a crime
People are trying to scam the world
It's enough to make me want to hurl
Desperate to make money by any means neces
They Hate Me Because I'm A Writer.They hate me because I’m a writer, because I don’t live in their world.They Hate Me Because I'm A Writer.7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
They hate me because I can so easily detach myself from this painful reality, with just the type of a key or stroke of a pencil.
I plan scenarios that they’ve never thought of, heard of, nor dreamed of. I use characters as pieces of a puzzle, or cards in a game, throwing them through obstacles that are unimaginable.
I create worlds that make macabre look as welcoming as light, and agony taste as sweet as sugar.
I will twist you and cause you to question your own humanity.
When you step into my universe, you will never be the same.
If you choose to stay, I may engulf you in my horrors,
And if you choose to leave, you will find that it will be hard for you to fully escape me.
It’s your choice to hate me, and scorn me for not being like others.
It’s your choice to come with me, and become my companion, an equal ruler of this world I have created.
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
Suicide with a twistAnger makes wounds deep in my soulSuicide with a twist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The frustration and lack of patience is overwhelming
I can't take this
Wounded by every thought
The veins in my weary eyes have broken
It's a massacre in my mind
The Blood drips down to my throat
And fall to the floor
This pretty little lady goes by the name of Suicide
She's back in my head
Yes, she's back again
Arms crossed over my chest
I try to break free
But she's just so sweet
Always talking about setting me free
Lay this cross on me and pray for my soul
It's leaving, it's leaving
I don't want this anymore
Is she the only one who can save me now?
The voices in my head knock me out
They weaken me
As she holds me and says not to shout
The shaking gets worse
What is It like to die?
She says it'll all be fine
I am a beast with bloodshot eyes
I deserve what I get
Suicide, save me
Suicide, only you understand
Give me a kiss and show me what it's like to breathe
On that night
Crimson lips were marked on his head
Imperfect WriterWords are written in a fluid motion.Imperfect Writer1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The thoughts are rushing; there’s so much commotion.
Cramps arise from within my wrist.
The story continues on without a murderous twist.
Stress has crept along my back,
For there’s something I believe I lack.
I can see the blood, the horror, and the hate.
But I cannot find whatever I expected would be great.
Every time there’s something missing,
Something that I don’t believe I’m overanalyzing.
So, I add and add and add until I find a fit,
But the unknown stretches to Beyond and I lose it.
Therefore, I make it all new again and again.
It all starts over, though, and I know I cannot win.
I dread the day when the unknown will consume everything whole,
And I’m left with another unfinished goal.
I’m an imperfect writer; that much is true.
But I’m not alone; you’re with me, too.
We, writers, all have been cursed,
For the good and for the worst.
Our thoughts are contaminated with lies,
And they expand
FearThere is this feeling I cannot shakeFear10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something follows me slithering like a snake
I fear there is something that is creepy
Hiding under my bed when I feel sleepy
I hear the howling of vicious hounds
The beasts malicious and escaping from pounds
I hear maniacal laugh of a clown
I see the undead crawl and frown
There are things stalking me in the dark
Children have been abducted by creatures hiding in the park
There are things unknown hiding just out of sight
These are the thoughts that fill me with fright
True HappinessHappiness isn’t about your deepest wishes coming trueTrue Happiness9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Neither is it about getting what you want when you want it.
It’s about appreciating all you have, while you still can.
Happiness is more than just a chemical reaction in our brains.
It is pure to the core, uncontaminated by passion or appetite.
Happiness is simplicity - finding the beauty in the little things in life,
The things that mean more to us than anything else in the entire world.
Happiness is, above all, a necessity of life.
Nobody can ever be truly void of joy, and if you beg to differ
Just know, that sometimes
It takes getting everything you’ve ever wanted
And then losing it all
To know what true happiness is.
Writer's blockThe pencil lies idly next to the notebook.Writer's block2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The icon on the computer screen blinks almost in a mocking fashion, the keys gathering dust.
That notebook is opened to a fresh page, not a letter or eraser shaving on it.
That computer is opened up to a new document, again, no words on it, not even the use of undo or redo as a sign that maybe something was once there.
And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
I can think of few things in this world that are as frustrating.
HorrorAll these nightmares,Horror1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All these horrors,
Supposedly tearing appart my drawers.
All these terrors,
All these tales,
Supposedly to make my face turn pale.
You tell me such terrifying things,
A tale to make me shake.
But truly, you must know, darling.
There's worse I could take.
A man in the corner of my room?
A ghost staring me down as I sleep?
Mother, these weren't tales of doom.
Not something for me to pray my soul to keep.
But, mother, this would mean company.
Someone to share my bed.
Someone to fill my room.
Someone from the dead.
Mother, these weren't scary.
Did you not see my smile?
That demon sounded more like a fairy.
Can he please stay a while?
Mom, he's not a monster to me.
At least he's actually there.
Even if you think he's mean and scary.
At least he still pets my hair.
I can't see him, but he sees me.
He lets me know he's there.
And I do feel fear, honestly.
But it's hard to really care.
It's lonely every single night.
But then the Mockery comes along.
Singing to me about m
Are you happy with yourself?Are you happy with yourself,Are you happy with yourself?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the reflection that you see?
Are you where you expected?
Are you who, you were meant to be?
Did you head straight in the right direction?
Or get lost along the way
Are you covered in your battle scars?
Are your arms still a clean slate?
Can you say you are truly happy?
Or do you smile to make it by
Did you give all that you had?
Or did you forget to try
Is there anything you’d change?
Or would you do it all again
Is your story neatly written?
Or did you lose your pen
You do know it’s not too late
Too pick up and go anew
So that maybe next time I ask
You’ll be a better you.
HurtThe murmuring...Hurt1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I hear them everywhere.
Talking about me, and them...
Making me insecure.
I can't handle that.
They don't know that...
I've been bullied by someone I used to know already.
I don't want to be bullied by others too...
they're passed down as I just cry on.
I just keep everything to myself,
thinking that if I'll just keep it to myself,
I'll be fine.
"Only rainbows after rain,
the sun will always shine again.
So you gotta keep your head up."
Is my motto.
Do you think this will help?
That I'll be happy?
This helps me realize,
that maybe keeping it in,
won't help a lot.
Maybe. Just maybe,
I'm not the only one who has this problem too..
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, orHow to be a better writer!6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Even a better artist.
“Trust me”, I have experience,
I’ve been at it for years.
Let me give you a few simple guidelines,
Some that I myself go off of,
And I’ll pretend that my style,
Choice of words, will work for everyone else.
And let’s not forget to mention that
I am a premium member! A beta tester!
A senior member!
Till hell freezes over!
I must know what I’m talking about?
In all my greatness and glory!
I have the authority,
To tell others how to make their art better.
Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,
And ignore those people who tell us our style.
One person, so skilled and great,
With art that all tend to appreciate,
Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,
To determine whose art is worthy or not.
You write one way I write another,
My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.
She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,
Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.
A pencil i
In Your HellYou're hiding in the shadowsIn Your Hell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a dark and lonely place,
not wanting to hear my voice
and refusing to see my face.
Never knowing that I have followed you...
into this despair,
hoping to hold your hand
and comfort you once I'm there.
The ground shakes as I blindly walk
only following my heart,
I'm trying so hard to hang on
as my entire world falls apart.
The air here stings my lungs,
but I keep breathing for you.
I'm clinging to hope because
it's the only thing I know to do.
My tears are so hot they boil in my eyes
and burn lines down my skin,
and my stomach feels as if
I've swallowed some kind of poison.
The poison quickly flows through my blood,
attacking my brain.
It's so hard to fight insanity
when I'm screaming from the pain.
My body is destroyed and I can't walk,
but what is left of my lovesick heart,
knows that you are near.
I don't blame you for turning your back,
pretending you don't see.
I failed to help you an
Cage of Flesh and BoneIt is a prisoner of war, my mind.Cage of Flesh and Bone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Locked up in this cage of a carcass, bashing itself against the bars of its cell.
While my very anatomy sings of a battle won.
This rebellious brain looks and listens, and likes not
the jail it finds itself held in.
The banners are the wrong colour, the trumpet's blare in the wrong key.
A clash of contradictions, and
I cannot help but wonder, in this prison of flesh and bone,
if my mind would be content to flee, and find another home?
Escape the enemy's camp, and fly back to freedom.
To a body of unification,
mind and matter as one.
Peace without conflict, and where
The solider will never return home,
because he has simply never left.
Depression - What It Is InsideTrapped and enclosed,Depression - What It Is Inside11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It can't be exposed.
It knows all we're taught,
and contradicts every word.
We become it's biggest addict.
It has no faith.
It has no love.
It comes too late into the age,
And chokes all who feel it hang,
To evict us from our home.
Without a fault.
Without a soul.
It's nothing we should know.
Guilty of sitting alone,
Unworthy of what others deserve.
No need for fears,
No need to pretend.
Only a desire to disappear.
Don't reach for the brightest hand,
Just crawl away.
This idea of none,
To some a magicians hoax.
Without a friend for fun,
The thought will never come,
To those who never know.
It forever persists,
It will never leave.
While we can't be saved,
And with nothing to be,
At our core we're not gone.