The IndividualYou wear your skin, with mask of sin,The Individual2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A spiderweb of lies. Of "individuals",
Breaking ties, alone at last
They seem to hide, a fixation of vanity...
I am the "individual"!
This is my golden ritual,
Refuse all that is me,
A web of lies I be!
But can you see, what you've become,
Showing these scars made by none-
Other than you?
They were made just for you...
They were made just by you...
Made to be pitied too...
You are the "individual"!
Lies are your golden ritual,
Refuse what you should be,
To live with agony!
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.Aerosol2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are never recovered. It does not explain what to do if the payload begins to leak.
Jenkins shouted after me as I ran, said it was our duty to defend the aircraft. I tried to warn him about the spur of wood protrudin
Your lifePeople will be there at every corner to criticize youYour life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To push you around
Laugh at you
Break your trust
But you cannot lose hope m'dear
Because it's a test
A test which will be a bit lengthy
But when it finishes
The results will be great
Life is a test
No matter how hard it gets
No matter how many times you fall
I'll be there to pick you up
Make you strong
And support you
Till the very end
Because this world is just a mere illusion
In the end you'll be the only one you can trust
So why care what others think
Do what makes you happy
And live your life to the fullest
Because you get only one chance to live it
So why not make the most of it?
Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.Behind the Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we must smile when it is read.
For we cannot show our true emotions.
Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.
For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.
Our words are tales of healing light.
So hide your tears behind a mask,
And save them for a quiet night.
The Ones I've LostScars show the battlesThe Ones I've Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones I've lost.
Arched, puckered, ugly
But I'll show you them
I'll show you
The ones I've lost.
Long sleeves hide the trail
But scars tell a story
One arm a horrific fight
One leg a slow climax
Wherever, whatever, they'll always be
The ones I've lost
Soon I'll have recovered
For your sweet words hold me dear
Your lips brush the white lines
Your fingers against my hip
You'll never let me go
The ones I've lost
AddictMy dear little man, now tired and weary,Addict1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The softness of sleep becomes dark and dreary.
In vivid dreams you see a bloodied ghost
Of the one you love and hate the most...
She tore into your veins,
And set them ablaze.
Even as you walked,
In a sickening haze.
You stole from the weak,
To feed your habit.
Blood upon the altar,
As you chased the rabbit.
A rabbit that enslaved,
Deep down the rabbit hole.
Inhaled like a blanket,
For the soul that was cold.
As the breathing became rapid,
And the vomiting begins.
You'll chase another rabbit,
To compound your sin.
And as your sins will grow,
So too will the madness.
It sinks into the heart,
And begins warping the canvas.
It paints it in bitterness,
The colour of black...
The colour of voices,
That lash at your back.
So dear little man, over pure white grains,
Are you done with this life of an endless pain?
I'll give you a solution, you need only apply...
For the man who is an addict, must surely die!
Hate MeHate me, despise me,Hate Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But know that you will never be rid of me.
I am the wretched beast inside your heart.
I am the very weight of your insecurity.
I am the feeling of dread that binds you,
Slithering through shaking veins.
To me you are but a simple host,
And while you suffer, I will grow.
Feeding off the pain that tears you apart.
I'll put into words and call it art.
Angel of ConsequenceCan you see me fallAngel of Consequence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reaching for what seems to be eternity
I'm grappled by my thoughts
Wake up this is reality
I'm back into this dream again
to fight the wave of right and wrong
distracted by an angels song
I cannot be this warrior inside of me
I'm just a bird who longs to be free
I cannot be the man i should be
cause all i want is what burns inside of me
entwined by fates disturbing destiny
Haunted by this face
a sweet and stinging gift of beautiful irony
I risk this life
for this simple pleasure
to feel the high
of an emotional treasure
From the twisted mind of fate's design
mocks me with all its glorious malign
Presents to me with a drug so intense
sets out my path to cross with this angel of consequence
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
broken dreams and invisible heartstringsEvery morning,broken dreams and invisible heartstrings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wakes up to a
hollow chest & stormy,
red rimmed eyes.
It's so easy to be in love
with being in love;
swallowing fake truths
& sincere lies.
But her heart—
it forgot how to smile
two years ago,
because no one can tell
the difference between
imitations & reality.
please find me;
I'm lost between the cracks of
Desperate to breathe
yet wondering how it would feel
she's never belonged
in this universe.
FreakForgotten by someFreak1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Respected by no one
Kindness is what I need.
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
Soldier!AmericaxReader - Brave Soldier BoySoldier!AmericaxReader - Brave Soldier Boy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the sun slowly disappeared below the horizon, it left a thick trail of pink and gold behind. The two colors mixed together in an odd manner, one that _____ had decided looked like the sun had simply vomited across the sky. When she said this, Alfred laughed, and she laughed as well.
Then she stopped, and looked at him. There was something different about his laugh; it was softer, more reserved. His eyes narrowed to small slits, his lips curled slightly upward, and his brows furrowed apologetically, as if he was reluctant to convey the emotion.
The pair sat side by side on the green grass, waiting for the dusky sky to be illuminated. _____ picked a few blades of grass off her tie-dye shirt and denim shorts, then slipped off her khaki Bobs and set them down on her left. She looked at Alfred on her right, who was leaning back on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him. He was clad in his olive fatigues and matching boots, his last name sewn on a patch on his shirt. His ce
stumbling into my little infinityi'll never be a singularity.stumbling into my little infinity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the words i say may be unique
and special of themselves,
they're still just the same 26 letters
as everything else in this world.
i want to be more
than stardust and atoms,
better than the next sorry soul
waiting in line for a purpose
that may not even show.
i want to be more
than 01101101 01100101,
like the chorus of a song
that's been loved too much.
i don't want a one track mind,
i want to be one of my own kind.
if i indemnify myself from
these scattered atoms
and sepia sands,
if i cut this silver noose
that's been sitting so
comfortably around my neck,
i don't know if i'll be one step
closer or three miles
(but i guess those two are basically
the same, aren't they?)
i don't know
where i'm going.
i don't know whether i'm walking
or running away
or crawling on my knees
to a place devoid of matter
or all of the above,
but i'm too afraid
do you think the void would mind
if i compared m
Jonahdeep in the meadow, there is a box.Jonah3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it contains a letter.
the letter is from a man who never had a name. i like to think he was not a handsome man, but gorgeous in ways undetected by the path of average society. his eyes were always puffy from crying and his lips were always swollen from chewing but his heart was always locked away like only the heart of a beautiful man could be.
deep in the meadow, past the rotting remains of an oxen cart that maybe used to carry turnips from the mountains to the valley towns for market selling. or maybe it was goat milk. or hawks' eggs. past the rotting cart and past the abandoned house with no chimney, the box can be found in the tree stump of a huge old maple among termites and ants and wasps that have overtaken the old tree as a way of reclaiming the earth. it's funny how life has a circularity that way. what once belonged to only the tree itself was taken by man, and once man passes by onto the next land, insects and birds move in to benefit from
Words To AshWords To Ash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words To Ash
My embers burn / A dark fire roars
My suicidal war / A blaze of words
I wrote this for you...
The old me really wanted you to read it
To tell you the truth...
Of how I came to be beyond broken
But I had to keep it
Because I'll never see you again
So my wounds remain hidden
A letter deprived of hate, I forgave us in vain
I'm trying to undo what you have done
Even if its just a placebo effect
This is me trying to “move on”
From this smothering resentment
Confessions turn into infernos
You crushed my faith
A villain disguised as a hero
My lungs starts to shake
The sinner is attending church tomorrow
While this saint is endlessly praying for strength
My soul surges / A red sky clears
My resolve emerges / A cure for tears
I've journeyed through the flames...
The new me knows the reasons for your trespasses
My FirstYour loving smile,My First1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
On luscious lips,
In shades of blue.
My only mistake,
When I stole your breath,
Was falling in love with you...
HS - BreathlessThe silent, still winds around you still chill you to the bone. The way you can feel the the death of the wind, how it's been long gone, scares you. Most of all, you know why the wind died.HS - Breathless4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The thought still rips a rusted, dull knife through your heart, though it's been three years.
Your name is Dave Strider, and your best bro, John Egbert, is dead.
To be honest, "best bro" isn't the ideal way to put it. Really, you loved him. He was the only person you ever loved, besides Bro, but that was different. Bro was your sibling. John John was a walking miracle. You can still remember the exact way he looked at you as he lay dying in your arms. The way that, as soon as that last breath passed his lips, the wind fell silent.
You try not to think of how the others reacted when you returned to your base with his His body. You shiver as you recall the memory. Karkat was shaken, visibly, shivering and all. He didn't talk for three weeks afterwardsa stretch for the no
Sadstuck --Lalonde--John paused for a brief moment, the sharp pain flying through his body. A startled expression flew over his face, when Rose's look of pure terror caught his own gaze. John opened his mouth to say something, but instead fell over backwards, the blood rushing from his stomach as Bec Noir quickly withdrew his sword from John's chest.Sadstuck --Lalonde--4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"John!" Rose exclaimed, rushing over to protect him. John's eyes closed, and soon he heard no more. Suddenly, he found himself suspended above his own body, realizing he had died and was a spirit at the moment.
"Rose...?" John asked, completely confused. He knew she wouldn't hear her, but it was worth a shot. He then realized immediately that Rose was facing off with Bec Noir, and wished he could do something to help her.
A look of fury and sadness had crossed over Rose's face as she fought back the tears, facing off with Bec Noir. His sword raced towards Rose's body, but her Grimdark abilities combined with her amazing reflexes and magic reflected the blow.
Plummet"You're deaaaad, Taaaaaaaavros." Vriska grinned, a crazy look in her eyes as she quickly traced her finger across her neck. You winced, and couldn't help thinking that she was right. What if you really were too weak, like they always said? You forced the thought from your head, spreadng a smile across your face. "Uh, no, it's, um, your turn! I mean, your turn to pay..." Gog, you were already screwing up! Your heart raced, your hand grasping the handle of you lancekind. It was time... it was time for her to pay! Time for her to understand the pain you had to go through!Plummet4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Bracing yourself, you charged at her, the air managing to tustle your hair. You were doing it... you were finally doing it!
Before you could even graze her, she ripped the weapon from your hands, swiveling it around so it now faced back at you. "You reeeeeeeeally thought you could win
Everything is Cliche these daysEverything is Cliche these days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is cliché these days
Everything is cliché these days
Nothing can be true
Falling in love is cliché these days
Saying I love you
Nothing is not cliché these days
Everything is fake
Romantic days are cliché these days
Boat trip on the lake
Every emotion is cliché these days
Trusting is cliché these days
No lie is not cliché these days
Every fake strained smile
Fearing is cliché these days
When you’re busy for a while
Every tale is cliché these days
Nothing ever stays
Broken hearts are cliché these days
Going our separate ways
Surprises will surprise these days
Flowers near my door
People can surprise these days
A letter on my floor
“Love can be cliché these days
Trusting is an iss
twenty-three she takestwenty-three1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
pad of her
NightMareNightMare2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm lying sick, I'm in daze,
A Demon's running my head,
There's a fox and a blaze,
I'm not on my bed!
I run on the mountain,
I'm feeling so free,
I run on the mountain!
From myself I must flee!!
Ooh My God, Send An Angel;
I can't stand this alone,
It's so heavy my burden,
Take me back; Take me home...
Lost inside my own dream;
I can't find my way out...
It's my fever, my sin,
I must wake! I must shout!!!
Ooh My God, Send An Angel,
Though it's mine, the guilt,
Stop this fever, my burden
And the tale I'll sing.