WishWish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were here,
I miss your touch,
I miss your kiss.
I wish you were here,
I miss your soft lips,
I miss your pale skin.
I wish you were here,
No one can save me,
I keep falling into the dark.
I wish you were here,
To push me up,
To save my soul.
I wish you were here,
I open my eyes.
You smile at me.
"Did you had a bad dream?"
The Music We MakeI feel your heartThe Music We Make2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Beating softly with mine
A pure harmony
Burrowing deep inside
Crescendos and allegros—
intertwining mirrors of our
actions, your baritone echoing my alto,
our hearts the metronome to the rhythms
of our voices lifted raised in the wordless
music of our song.
Though I don’t know the words
I merely sing the melody
letting the beating of our
hearts slowly lead me
to the words waiting inside
The cavernous organ where words
coalesce and convalesce, unearthing
phrases yet unspoken and thoughts
undisclosed…our song—my song and
your song, two favorites written and
recorded as night stretches unending
And I listen as
our song weaves together
a lazy, loving ballad
telling tales of both
now and forever
So let’s listen to the stories
we hear in our heartbeats
as our pulses race and soar,
aching to synchronize beneath
the moon’s glow as
We let the world fall away,
disappear into the flowing of
our music, the lovely lyr
Free Falling Hope x ReaderFree Falling Hope x Reader11 months ago in Romance More Like This
“How do you even manage to get around this crazy place? This place is like one giant maze if you ask me, and you make finding your way look easy.” Keeping close to Hope, you marveled at everything you saw. You'd been to a lot of different towns, villages and cities before, but Academia was by far the most advanced and the most beautiful you'd seen. Even if you were baffled by the moving sidewalks and paths that led to seemingly nowhere, you were glad you'd accepted Hope's invitation to visit. “I'd actually be a little bit afraid to walk around here alone, especially at night.”
“I guess it is a pretty confusing layout for visitors to master, but after you've been here a while it's just like any other city. A lot of people choose to fly through the city as well. That makes things a lot easier as I'm sure you can imagine.”
“Wait a minute, did you say, they fly through the city?” Sure he couldn't mean what you thought he
Kago (Cage)鳥の群れKago (Cage)1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tori no mure
Yuuki wo daseba
Kago wo desasenu
Flock of birds
If they'd gather courage
To the blue sky...
Only a feeling of powerlessness
Doesn't let them leave the cage
Mutual EvilBroken flags, shattered hearts,Mutual Evil4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bullets drag these men apart.
Both are right, both know best,
Both will fight with equal zest.
Blood is spilled, none can tell
Whose blood is whose, which men have fell?
Who goes to heaven, and who to hell?
Comrades all will fight the scum!
No! Aryan men will overcome!
Mother Russia's dearly proud,
(But retreat is not allowed)
The fatherland will rise above,
(But out of fear, not of love)
Homeless peasants take a gun,
To fight the old, the weak and young
Who represent the master race,
To question why is NOT YOUR PLACE!
They kill to live and live to kill,
The motherland will have its fill.
A thousand men, a thousand feet,
Now bleeding out upon the street.
Kill them all, we are strong;
(This will solve all that's wrong)
We are evil, they are not,
They deserve what they have got.
life(less).the poison escapeslife(less).2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& the saturation
takes my blood's shape,
restoring life occupied
by a miscalculated mistake.
electrolytes & adrenaline
intravenously dripped & injected
are replacing what i
at speeds that question
if angels roam the earth.
they're waiting for a confession,
probably an apology or two,
now that they think that
they're reducing the hurt.
poised on the couch
& my mind is working against
time makes a fool of them
& the silence is better
as a teacher
than any explanation.
"it's always been this way,"
i manage to stammer,
"for as long as i
can possibly remember."
that doesn't satisfy
the minutes it's costing
& who can afford this
but i think i'm paying
with my sanity, dignity,
& all that's aching.
but what if
i had pushed a little deeper
climbed a little steeper
tried a little more
to finish what i began -
would i still be stripped bare
& forced to cave in
to their demands?
i've grown weary of
right & wr
The Categories Of The Infamous TROLLThe Categories Of The Infamous TROLL3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Recently, I have read the single best thing since The Hunger Games. I kid you not. And that would be this journal right here: http://fav.me/d3jjxex
This fine piece of writing, indeed art itself, focuses on all the different types of art theft, and how to understand them. It is so true, is it not? As a matter of fact, I was inspired to do a similar thing, but with trolls instead. True, some art thieves are trolls, but trolls are not all black and white. I will break down the facts that I know about them here. Yes, facts, not opinions. Tried and true by most of us here, because most of us have witnessed some sort of troll.
I have many specific examples, and I have battled with whether or not I was going to use actual usernames in my argument, and I decided against it, in the end. Giving particular examples would open up a can of worms we don't really need, and that is not what this piece is about. Adding emotion and pissing off said trolls would be detrimental. And so
MONSTERThere is a monster in front of meMONSTER3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pointing out my flaws
telling me who I can't be
digging in it's claws
The monster laughs
mocks and sneers
"see what you've done?"
building on my fears
I cower, try to hide
the monster beats at me
the I realize it lied
I face the monster
and pull back my arm
get ready to fight back
end all the harm
my fist hits the monster
the lies the pain the fear
I walk away
leaving the shattered mirror
The Forgotten PersonThe Forgotten Person4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The forgotten Person.
Why is it always me,
who gets stolen from?
Tell me:did i ever do something wrong in my previous life?
Every time i meet someone...
Every time i need someone...
They get stolen.
"Hey,here's a gift for you!Because i've recently met you."
"You're so nice to talk to!"
"I can tell you everything."
Did you forget that it was me who introduced you two?
Did you not notice that it's like you're leaving me behind...
Did you even think about me when you two were talking?
I feel so lonely...
So broken and alone.
Cause i,the stupid person that i am.
Never learn from my mistakes.
And i get left behind every time.
It's like a slap in my face
when i hear the things you do for one another.
Always the first one to help,
the first one to welcome.
And the first one to get forgotten.
Would it matter if i said that i kinda needed you?
Would you embrace me when i cried?
Cause you meet new people.
Make new friends...
And when i finally get over it and find
His kisses weren't kissesHis kisses weren't kisses, they were dormant seedsHis kisses weren't kisses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which required a careful gardener's gentle touch.
And he knew just how far apart to plant them,
he knew just the way to make them grow.
He spread vines across my skin in shivers.
Each kiss brought forth a blossom
of heat and joy and tenderness.
He planted them all over me
and in each place,
death's only exceptiontoday,death's only exception1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i met and
he checked his
long list and
"why are you
he asked me calmly.
my mouth went dry
for i didn't have
a proper reason:
tired of living,
i want to quit."
he shook his head,
he then took
my cold hands,
showing me all
my friends and family
going hysterical over
my hanging limp body.
"you can't leave them,
not like this and not now;
normally i don't make
exceptions, but this is a must."
he went on to explain
that it wasn't my time
and place to leave;
it was then that i realized,
i wanted to go back to living.
which again surprised me,
whispering in my ear,
"someday we'll meet again,
but not anytime soon."
and with that,
he revived me;
i met and
Please come backYou yell 'leave me alone'Please come back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I whisper 'please come back'
While you sit on your throne
And I'm about to crack
You just let me lie here and die
You don't even give me a thought
You always said, that you would be mine
I am bleeding tears, not blood
We had so much planned
I think back of our song
Why won't you understand
That it's with me you belong
A huge silence so loud
Past is past, done is done
I want to remove the clouds
And look straight into the sun
PurifyPurifyPurify2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
“Even my conditioning has been conditioned,”
This is why all people have these pre-conceived notions;
We’re taught certain things at a young age,
And these ways of thinking go back to your parents’ ways,
Then so on and so forth, your condition has been conditioned,
And conditioned, and conditioned, and ultimately created,
Because this is what we use to keep ourselves safe,
From the evils of the world, the immorality that inhabits it,
But over time, over our years on this Earth,
We must be aware of these various conditions,
And cleanse ourselves of these seemingly pre-determined positions;
Once you have found this, you’ll understand that so many people need to make themselves pure.
But it isn’t their fault; it truly isn’t,
It’s just their deep conditioner has created a greasy outlook on this beautiful world.
goodnighti kissed the moongoodnight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a cold night
and i danced among
the millions of stars
because they all
accepted me and gave
me the peace i desired;
so i simply laid
coiled up in
my favorite blanket,
and it was then
that i realized - this
was my last night.
how to start over.1. scrub the vomit off your shoes and leavehow to start over.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
them to dry—make sure the dog doesn't
pee on them
2. brush your teeth as hard as you can, until
blood leaves patterns on your porcelain sink;
wash your hands until they burn
3. watch that mirror like it's your computer
monitor and you're about to spend hours on
the internet; realize that's your reflection
4. (if you start crying, don't hold it back—let
each tear that falls on your hoodie carry a piece
of that old soul you were getting to know)
5. comb your hair—get it looking just right,
even if it's eleven pm and you're not going
anywhere but your bedroom
6. grab that pen, that extension of yourself, and
try to explain each crack in your stone frame
to the page as eloquently as you can
7. post it online—wait for people to acknowledge
the chips in your face, the off-color paint job on
8. force a smile—one so big it hurts—the japanese
say that pottery is more beautiful for having
been broken, a
A Sermon and a PleaIf you ask this atheist nicely,A Sermon and a Plea4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
she will say that she can't remember the last time that she prayed.
That's a lie.
The last time that I prayed,
I prayed not to Jesus,
but to Joan,
Joan of Arc, Joan the Maid of Orléans
Joan whose real name was Jehanne.
Joan the pious, who could not possibly approve of me.
Apologetic but unrepentant, I begged heathen favors.
I do not hate men.
I hate men who tell me stories as I pour their coffee
of single mothers they have stalked and threatened,
men who are deaf to their own proudly spoken revelations
and blind to the horror on my face.
I hate men in uniforms who tell me,
in exceedingly simple sentences,
that what I have reported is not a crime.
I know that to hate
is always a personal failure
but to pour hot coffee into laps is not.
Help me, Jehanne.
I have no sword,
only a pen which runs dry as my throat
when faced with the threats this world offers
like candy to small girls.
Do not misunderstand.
I do not hate men
Unfinished PortraitThe greatest artist in my first grade classUnfinished Portrait3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drew me a picture.
It's unfinished, of course,
(Because great art takes time,
And it was only a thirty minute class.)
The sunset's half violet and half white,
And the grass is green straw that we float above.
There are two girls who aren't holding hands.
(You knew already I didn't like to be touched)
We're both wearing blue and facing the sunset.
(I couldn't help but feel like you were a princess in your dress,
While I was just a lowly servant in her jeans.)
You scribbled a signature,
(You knew cursive already?)
And I took it home.
In sixth grade, we'd both grown up into people someone else could like.
You no longer leaned on me, and I was determined not to need you.
But I still kept your picture on my desk.
I remember I asked you why
We were turned towards the sunset.
You said, "That's the future, and we're facing it together, see?"
I laughed and said that was stupid.
But I still went home and taped the picture to
Writers BlockWhen you can't think of a poemWriters Block4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words, together as one
Poetic and wholesome
Writing isn't as fun
Putting words together
Can be harder than it seems
It could stick with someone forever
Or just fade away like unimportant dreams
Any topic, anything
Anything you'd want
Any emotions you've been carrying
Any thoughts you do or don't want to flaunt
It isn't always easy
No not at all
Writers block is evil and sleazy
It's just waiting to see you fall
Dreaming of SpringWe managed to fit a whole year into a day. Spring sat nicely between eight o'clock and breakfast time, gently shaking off winter's frost and teasing the sun from the horizon. With the sheets still possessively wrapped around us, we crawled out of bed and looked out the window. April had painted itself across the morning sky with strokes of green, and we wandered downstairs with light footsteps.Dreaming of Spring5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In a breath of rain and flower-scented breezes, early summer tipped its hat at noon. Our fingers sticky with maple syrup, we groped hopefully at the memories of cherry pancakes and orange juice. A summer storm brewed past one 'clock, drenching us as the clouds fell from the sky with a soft moan of pleasure, quickly becoming a roar on the windowpanes.
The rest of the afternoon was hot and sticky. We lived in a world of lemonade and cherry stems, twisting our lips into crazy contortions as we attempted to tie knots with our teeth. Laughing out loud when we finally succeeded.
The hands on the clock
The Beauty Of MarriageOkay, okay, okay.The Beauty Of Marriage3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let's get one thing straight here.
Drunks can get married after meeting each other at a casino less than four hours ago. but it's LBGT couples that ruin the beauty of marriage?
A gold digger who has been married 4 times and wants to get married again, not because she's in love, but she found somebody else to buy here more jewels and expensive cars, yet it's LGBT couples who ruin the beauty of marriage?
Kim Kardashian is the one that pisses me off the most. 17 millions dollars? Does she realize what could have been done with 17 millions dollars. How many homeless people would have homes? How many people could have life threatening diseases cured? And now, divorced 72 days later, all that money might as well been burned. I honestly, don't think it would've made a difference. And yet LGBT's are STILL the ones who ruin the beauty of marriage. Surely I'm not going crazy here.
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies1 year 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.
.pour love all.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
I'll Tell My Secrets To The MoonSo long as you furnish me with a windowI'll Tell My Secrets To The Moon1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a steel frame bed in a corner of a room
I’ll endeavour to keep the pane transparent
To give my eyes a crystal clear view of the moon
Regardless of what phase you are going through
Whether it be half, crescent, full, blue or new
You have never once shown me your dark side
But so many times I have shown mine to you
But tranquillity can be seen on a clear night
Tides roll through my veins as thoughts flood to my pen
Of all the ancestors that have gone before me
Who've had the same moon looking down over them
So long as you furnish me with a window
And a steel frame bed in a corner of a room
You are more than welcome to keep the pain coming
As my true life source is out of reach from you
Regardless of what phase I am going through
Whether I feel sombre or jovial in mood
It’s easy to call me a loner or lunatic
Maybe I just see things from a different point of view
So now I look to the skies on a clear night
Knowing there’ll be no