what to do when he doesn't say it backa)what to do when he doesn't say it back1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will give all of yourself to a boy who won't know you at all.
he will recycle your parts, make you stationary, bind you into
paper that he will gift back so you can write poetry about him.
you, too, say i love you quickly.
when he doesn't say it back, evaporate.
he will kiss you in places you didn't know existed.
until him, you were a peasant in your body's palace.
he crowned you princess, broke the lock of your castle's gates.
when he doesn't say it back, load your cannons.
you are a fountain pen.
look him in the eye when you write him letters on your skin.
when he asks to read them, surrender.
you have always been this way: too eager
to make wildflowers bloom inside of him.
when he doesn't say it back, trim the stems.
when he tells you that your eyes remind him of tree bark,
show him that your gaze is sturdier than nature's limbs.
without breaking eye contact, slowly back him into a wall.
when he expresses discomfort,
ask if he knows what choking is like.
Just Find MeI've got empty pockets but I'm happy sitting here,Just Find Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've got a full heart and I've got plenty to go around,
If you're fine with that,
Just find me, I'll be the boy reading a book in the sun.
I don't have anything to give you but happiness,
I don't have anything to give you but myself,
If you're fine with that,
Just find me, I'll be the boy waiting in the sun.
I'll write you stories but that's all I can do,
I'll sing you songs but that's all I can do,
If you're fine with that,
Just find me I'll be the boy smiling in the sun.
my grandmother had a blanket of galaxiesmy grandmother once told me that if i gathered allmy grandmother had a blanket of galaxies1 year 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.
FirefliesI can feel themFireflies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For me in the
Touch my soul
Softly, as to
Comfort an infant
In a raging storm.
Are my true parents
They are light.
They ward away the
Troubles, and they
Never cease to amaze me
With their beauty.
Compelled, they seem,
To keep me safe,
For I was born into them.
Is something I simply cannot
They have done so much for me.
They twist Fate's view
On my life, and luck flows my way.
From the far corner of the world,
They lead my love for me,
And what a choice they have made.
We shall be King
Of the Glowing Forest.
Reintroduced to Pieces of My RealityIt’s been a whileReintroduced to Pieces of My Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I remember this feeling.
Intimidated by obvious irrationality,
Defenses compromised by magnetic drama
And the very real parts of life
That I’ve found myself a part of.
Then there’s this compulsion to create.
Various mediums and tools
And opportunities are all around me,
Along with the surround sound of screams
And dead-air static.
Whispers from around corners,
Pens begging me to use them
Until they can’t give any more.
I keep looking down,
Staring back at blank pages,
Waiting to see who’ll win
This restless night.
I can’t help marveling
At how intertwined the Madness
And the Abstract
Appear to be.
Insanity motivating movement,
Anxious energy fueling creativity.
I focus on my career
Instead of inexplicable visions
And devious hallucinations.
It’s been a while
Since my thoughts have poured like this.
It’s been a while
Since I’ve been this lost and mad;
Since I’ve been reminded why
Legend of Cynder Intermission3Intermission Part 1: Dreamscape!Legend of Cynder Intermission34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reality or Fantasy?
[Top Emotional Osts Of All Times-Silent Song]
Sunlight began to creep through the curtains as the annoying alarm goes off and off again and again, *SMACK SMACK click*. A hand slowly creeps back under the covers of the bed as the sleeper pulls it off Tyson yawns and rubs the sleep from his eyes
"Huh? Wow what a bizarre dream Oop!" Suddenly another hand slipped out from the covers and pulled Tyson back down.
"C'mon baby, it's the weekend .sleep in today "
"Oh Jen whew .I had the most vivid dream but I can't remember most of it It felt so .real ." he said.
"A dream's a dream, and since you're up already I guess I'll just sleep in anyway." Jen said as she kissed Tyson on the cheek and lays back down.
Tyson got dressed and went to the living room, greeted his younger brother and read the note on the fridge, "Off on 2nd honeymoon, be back in a month. Love Mom an
Golden“No nudes,” the tech said as he sidled up next to me.Golden2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Word from the top. No tits for aliens.”
“You've got to be kidding me.”
“Sagan's throwing a fit in his office.”
“I might throw one myself. Might as well shove an Amish guy into space and call it good. What about birth? Basic anatomy?”
“Well, I guess the aliens didn't need to see the Statue of David. Not like it's a big deal.”
He laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd heard all day, or like it was either laugh or he'd never stop crying.
Someone picked up on the tell-tale hint of a strange signature. Just enough to stir interest. Suddenly every free telescope on the planet was pointed in one direction, searching out the source.
Pinning it down took some time. Getting a clear picture took longer. By the time some brain in the north figured it out, the object was already winging past the planet, deeper into the s
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Hall of fame (finished comics)
The legend of Violet Dawn of Darkness
Short fallthe leaves always fallShort fall2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in a blaze of golden wind
and rest peacefully
near sightedI've always thought she is perfect.near sighted1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful combination
of two people
who loved each other beyond words.
I stared into the sun
silently asking for answers,
so blinded by the light
that I had no choice
but to close my eyes.
A flash of black
then a vibrant pink
that I latched onto
and asked for guidance.
She was so upset at the notion
of her own imperfection
until I confessed that humans are often flawed.
She is ten years old
and her tears flow because…
and it breaks my heart.
How do I explain
that her vision isn't what it seems?
That with glasses her focus can be improved upon?
Innocence is fracturing
beneath oblong corneas
and blurred vision
that she inherited from me.
Astigmatism is what I have
and her father does too.
I tried to tell her that's it's not her fault
and for the moment…
all she can do is blame me.
for something completely
out of my control.
I did the on
Both of my children suffer from thisThese Are Some Things About SPDBoth of my children suffer from this1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every morning it starts out rough,
My anxiety is bothering me, I've had enough,
I can't take a bath it hurts too much,
There are just things I can not touch.
To wear any clothes they're itchy and hard,
I have to be naked, can't play in the yard,
I have no friends I play all alone,
I hope to have more by the time I've grown.
I never sit still anymore at school,
No way to focus without a sensory tool,
Acting bad in class to hide my shame,
I can't hold a pencil or spell my name.
Lights for me are just too bright,
Makes me panic and hold mom tight,
Many sounds really bother me,
I have spd can't you all see.
Their are many things I have to avoid,
Some were things that I once enjoyed,
I don't want hugs and I will wipe off your kiss,
being affectionate I sometimes miss.
I don't like the way that some things smell,
I don't speak so I can not tell,
I overreact to cuts and bug bites,
I am still a child, I do have rights.
Nature.We've overcomplicated life. We've compromised the natural order of things, and what's more we've gotten complacent. Theres a flow to it all, a set of rules nature follows, that works…it work's without us meddling. Our mind's may be our biggest adversary, it feeds our ego, our ego feed's our thoughts, our thoughts feed our actions, and we act like we're superior to nature, when in actuality we are also, nature. We try and figure things out, we conclude answer's that we accept undoubtedly as truth, and this from the people who once thought with all sincerity that the world was flat––it's true until it isn't, that's how it works; which means that there's a heavy chance all we believe to be true, might not be. Why the need to know all, why the need for superiority and detachment from every other living species (over 8 million species, not the amount of them, just the amount of groups of entities we've managed to track, take in mind the ocean is pretty much a big questionNature.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
unexploredTouch, taste, smell, sound or sight.unexplored1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the senses
we rely on.
But there is so much more
we depend on
We touch and feel smoothness
and roughness and...
We taste clove and lemon...
and are awed
We smell the decay,
the raw stink
of what we are.
We hear the unheard,
the screams and moans
of everything we feared.
New or old,
it does not matter
as it touches our mind just the same.
We dream of
DisconnectedI feel so disconnected,Disconnected2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the people here.
Its like we don't exist,
At least not to each other.
Change always happens,
For better or for worse.
Whether I like it or not,
It was bound to happen.
All that really matters,
Is that if it was really worth it.
That life changing decision,
That would disconnect your life,
ZR-:MC: Before the Last*Chink...chink...chink*ZR-:MC: Before the Last4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zirra listened to the sound of her claws scratching the stone floor as she paced back and forth in the nursery. She looked up at the purple dragon egg nestled gently in a bundle of straw. She stared, wondering what kind of dragon lived inside. Dragons in this world all had one element based on their color. What element would a purple dragon have? It's color has never been seen on the scales of dragons before. Maybe it was a hoax, a lighting disfunction. Maybe it would hatch into a fire dragon or whatever other element, only having a discolored egg. Well, today was the day Zirra would find out the truth. She had heard that there was a giant wise bird living in the Shattered Grove who knew all the secrets of every creature. In fact, it was this bird who chose the new guardians of the elements each Turn of age, meaning that this bird may well have lived since the beginning of time. Today Zirra's Foster parents, who adopted her as an egg and raised her since but wer
all and everyall the sandall and every4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on all the beaches
in one grain;
from each galaxy
in one spark;
all the truths
from every wise man
in one breath;
apoc in progI often wishapoc in prog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sort of apocalypse
so I could just stop with this
get on with it
the hollowed out
where I stay
this shell has been
and I sleep
but I get
with the weight
of these words
and the world
on my chest
but if it's
so am I
getting started on this
we can share
the shape of my
is this map
with an X
the place where you are
the space I fill next
on the chances
we take before
White OutI stareWhite Out2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
up and away
as the snow blankets us
shrouded in a winter white out
A Woman's WorthIt is always based on her looksA Woman's Worth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is always based on the numbers on the scale
Never by her mind, thoughts, or education
Never by her accomplishments
But always by her face, her body
No matter how the times change
No matter how strong women become
Only a pretty face will matter
Only a thin body will make an impression
Oh how women are obsessed with beauty
Obsessed with having the best appearance
They soon begin to base their on worth by the numbers on the scale
How they look in the mirror and only see what they think is ugly
How the world has tricked women into hating themselves
They are more concerned with physical appearance
Than how to carry themselves with confidence
Now women base their worth on their faces and bodies
Calling themselves unworthy of many things if they assume they are ugly or chubby
Now they will never know their true worth as a woman
Never know their compassion makes them beautiful
Never understand beauty doesn't define their person as a whole
That beauty in simpl
A Lover's TaleBreath. One. Two. Three. BreathA Lover's Tale3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Passionate Cries in the Dark
Gasp. I love you. Smile.
A blade glinting bright.
Wait!Stop!...... Silence. Nothing. End.
From love to hatred
In the blink of an
Eye, one life ended to let
White DoorI am nothing more than a flash,White Door2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A moment of existence,
Existing to be Exiled.
Living to die,
And breathing to be poisoned,
Not with air,
Nor with words,
Rather with thoughts of meaningless reasons.
The white door in front of me,
But why do I stand,
Why don't I open it?
Maybe because of the unknown, fear of the unknown.
I am born to fear everything,
Fear my shadow of stabbing me,
But if I die, will my shadow be free?
Yes, darkness is a sea,
Filled with waves of illusions,
Which leads us...
So finally the white door in front of me,
I have the courage to open it,
But the Reaper whispers,
Do you see yourself on the "other side"?
I grab the round door handle,
I turn it clockwise,
I see in the corner of my eye,
That my body falls apart in this rotten and rusted life.
Goodnight, goodnightGoodnight, goodnightGoodnight, goodnight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock stops here
Time to step down
when your feet
can't reach the ground
If you don't want to sleep
Then you don't have to sleep
You can keep those eyes open
The lights remains broken
But we're still here
To see it
So say, "Hello"
Good morning, good morning
The light shines a warning
Into our eyes
It wants us to see but we are so blind
I throw my stones
I gulp my pebbles
Feathers can only go so far
Around a corner that doesn't exist
I don't want to leave
Yet I want to leave
But you don't to have sleep
If you don't want to sleep
I know to say please
Does that make me nicer?
I pray, I pray, I pray
I wish to go
To a place I call home
But I can't call my home
Cause the whispers I give to myself
This isn't me
I plead with the moon
It's hard to think
When the paper's blank
It goes on too long
It goes on and on
I try to stop
But my feet land nowhere
And the night just drowns me