You Don't Deserve ...You don't deserve any of the Birthday presents that i thought long and hard about, that i thought you'd be greatful for. Why should you deserve them, when after God knows how long, you don't even know when my birthday is!You Don't Deserve ...6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You don't deserve the thoughts i have about you. I regard you as one of my closest friends, yet i just fade into the background, an afterthought that barely niggles in your mind.
You don't deserve my honesty - I'm always here to talk too, and i would never tell anyone your secrets, your worries and your opinions. Yet you just ignore my open arms, and instead, decide to confide in some other broken soul - now tell me what good comes out of that - wallowing in each others misery; wow. What a great healer.
I don't deserve this. I'm filled each day with these fake, unrealistic hopes. And as the sun sets on another breaking day, i'm left shattered- but desperstly i pick up the pieces, wanting to rebuild something that never was.
In the hope that one day. It will
Cliche Mei.Cliche Me5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"They fell in love at first-sight."
He was the boy with the pocket-watch heart that no longer told time and the sandpaper skin that she was afraid to touch and a past that was better left untold. His heart used to tick effortlessly and his skin wasn't always that rough you know. She was the girl with the glass eyes and the broken smile and a secret for each breath she exhausted. Sometimes if you were lucky enough you could make out the words as they pumped out her mouth but she made sure to purse her lips when around him.
"I am nothing without you."
When she wasn't around he would count his steps so he knew how far he had walked without her hand in his. She would lie on her roof and count the stars and let out a secret for each one; a secret she was too scared to let him see. When they were together, you could hear the little hand and big hand scratching at his ribcage because they were trying to move, but his lungs would always get in the way. He was hoping it wouldn't come to
Abnormal, but unspecificAbnormal, but unspecific8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
At 25, almost half of Riikka's life has been spent with being sick and visiting doctor after doctor. She would surely have better things to do. There's nothing she hates as much as doctors and she has nightmares about visits where she's humiliated. That hasn't been unusual. Even now, doctors treat her condescendingly, like a kid. It took over a decade to obtain a diagnosis.
There have been dozens and again dozens of doctors over the years, neurologists, opthalmologists, infection specialists and rheumatologists. It certainly feels like they couldn't care less what happens to Riikka. They're constantly trying to push physiotherapy, something Riikka has been doing for years, even though she doesn't have much mobility left any longer.
Riikka is sick with something many doctors don't even believe in and that officially doesn't exist in Finland, even though it has been included in WHO's official ICD-10 for a long time. In many countries it's known as myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME). In Finla
Chapter 1Chapter 16 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Her bare feet struck the ground, lacking any sort of rhythm. Brush, thorns and brambles caught on her toes and heels, but she refused to stop. However, she remembered to curse them. She mumbled profanities and harshly informed each prick that, if she had the time, she would have ripped it to shreds.
The woods seemed to enclose around her faster and faster with each rugged rise and fall of her chest, trying to trap her and tie her to her fate as a mistreated plaything. Smoky, soot-ridden air swept from the dismal town behind her and pricked at her eyes. The wind picked up her hair, making it whip and slash her face. She wanted to rip it all out, every strand, and throw it into the woods to join the infuriating high-heels she cast aside earlier. However, she would not dare pry her concentration away from the stretch in front of her. She was determined to escape and she would not let herself st
hello, stranger.when i find you,hello, stranger.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will know you
by your sunken heart
and sunburst eyes.
i will know you
by the way your bones
writhe beneath your skin
when you speak your fragile words
i will know you
by your chaotic mind
and emotional ocean tide.
i will know you
by the way your fingertips
forget to remember
what it means
and on the rainest of days,
i will call your name
and we will fall together
into your purple-river veins.
and i will show you
that your stormy-night misery
was never worth the pain
and your october leaves
were never meant to change.
and when i find you,
i will know you,
we are one.
One PersonHeart still tornOne Person6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still wondering why you're gone
Everything makes no sense
But nothing ever does
Always missing someone
Just once in my life...
Can happiness come?
Only wanting to be happy
But it never happens
Life's too fuck up
Something tragic always happens
Nothing ever stays good,
Never stay gold...
It's always tainted...
With evil and hatred
Love runs to the shadows
Hides until the sun comes out
But this is the city of Night,
Day will never come
It's always dark,
Raining and cold
So love hides
Right along with happiness
Cuddled up trying to stay warm
But soon they freeze to death
There will never be love...
No happiness in this city
Alone we live
Alone we die
No purpose to this life
Might as well let go
We never win
We never lose
So why do we keep fighting?
There's nothing we can do
We're just trying
Trying to bring back the love
Trying to find the happiness
But we'll never find it
In this city of Night
We lost our only light
The one who too
The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,The Umbrella Letters7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask you to bring Charlie to a doctor in order to find out what is causing these problems.
Miss Edna Umber, Umbrellium Primary School
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,
After the examination of your son, we have been able to establish that he is not suffering from any apparent physical illness or dysfunction. There appears to be nothing wrong wit
irreplaceable.Some things in life cannot be replaced.irreplaceable.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is the hymn beating within the pulses of those who mourn the shooting stars who have come and gone, who cling to the stardust of comets too hot to tie to this earth of dust and soil. This is the song lilies hum when dusk falls and the ground moves from the thrumming of a hundred pleading hearts in unison; what wheat fields cry out when absences are apparent and desperate mouths are praying into pillows late at night. This is the truth that is realized when mornings shot golden with sunlight do not pluck the beauty of dreams back into reality, but rather face the hollow space once occupied with life overflowing.
Some things in life cannot be replaced.
Some things are too precious to be created twice, but rather, are meant to be celebrated for the beauty so uniquely theirs. Some laughs cannot be recreated or mimicked or impersonated by even the silver throat of the mockingbird. Some souls are the Halley's comet of our generation, too wild to b
Dream GirlDream GirlDream Girl9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At first touch
Cold shoots up my arm
Then warmth spreads throughout.
I look down to see
Your hand hold mine.
And there we walk
Linked heart and hand.
Around a gentle park
About a lake, flowers, grass
Then nothing at all, just two.
And in that place
All is well, all perfect
From out the door
I hear a muffled sob.
Tears spark in this abyss
Devoid of light, save one bright soul.
You sit buried within yourself
No sight, no sound, cold.
Clutching close a teddy bear
Its life squeezed out
So that another might continue.
Noble beast indeed.
By your side I sit
And to me you fall.
You whimper softly
Then slowly, silently to sleep you drift
And the pain leaves your face.
Quake strikes, confusion ensues.
In a river of people
Flowing through the street
Fording this, you may be seen
As much out of place as I.
Together we come, and stand in awe
Of all about this place.
A second jolt, all's a blur.
Eyes close, I hit the ground.
Slowly they open, haze about.
Watch Yourself"Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch Yourself5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny."
GlueWell here are my words and I'll give them to you.Glue9 years ago in Open More Like This
They patch the world back together and shout the truth.
Treat them as you wish and they'll treat you the same.
They caress your mind and give you a new name.
To those who know you this name is not right.
But as it grows you know it's you inside.
So to all of you with a name that's new.
I hope you die, and get made into glue.
coz the world's fucked up and it's all gone to peices,
so I hope you die to make the glue that's needed.
I can see I've left you with glassy eyes.
so I'll leave you with my words, a new name and a goodbye.
Little BoyI'm losing you.Little Boy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel you,
slipping through my grasp.
I reach out,
but you fall even further.
I can't lose you now.
Not after it all.
I feel your controlled,
hard, stare, and I shiver.
I turn away.
You're not who I thought you were.
look up and see me.
I'm waiting for you,
to turn around any minute,
and realize what you've done.
Hold out your hand,
I can save you.
I won't be like her.
I won't let you fall.
You don't have to be,
that little boy anymore.
Lost and scared.
In search of something,
you will never find.
I'll make those feelings,
of fear and regret go away.
I love you.
Take my hand,
and we'll walk together.
Side by side,
till the end.
The Good StuffI was playing music for all the wrong reasons, the look, the style, the words and the flow was all wrong,The Good Stuff8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
because I hadn't felt right with my music for a while, what I wrote had no heart so it felt like a lie ,
getting stuck and settling for some second best crap, it was killing my heart and I am better than that,
I know I'm not a genius or gifted at singing, but it's the words on the run from my heart I've been missing,
I have gotta get back to who I am,
and that mostly comes out when I sing songs unplanned,
I mean sometimes they're shit and sometimes they're great,
but at least in the end I know that I don't have to wait for the pen and the paper to catch me up,
I can fill my soul with th
To FeelTo feel is to beTo Feel9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To not is only death
To hurt is to know
That you are alive.
To miss is to know
There is someone.
To long is to know
There is purpose,
There is hope.
To have your heart shattered is to know
That you have one,
That you can find the pieces.
To feel is to know
That you can trade
All the agony,
All the despair,
All the suffering,
All the searing pain,
All the gut-wrenching torment,
All the pieces of your broken hea
Liquid TruthHere I am again hitting the pad, with my words and my rhymes and the thoughts that I have,Liquid Truth9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ladies and Gentlemen boys and girls and all you hermaphrodites around the world,
Listen up, I have in my hand a cup and it's up to you to tell me if it's full and by how much,
Pessimism, Optimism what's your outlook on life, either way doesn't matter coz we're all gonna die,
Stating the facts and letting the truth fall down, but what I have found is that the truth is liquid now,
What I mean is that it flows and cuts its own way, so watch where it goes and study the patterns that it makes,
If you watch for a while you'll see the pattern repeat again and then when the truth comes down you can stand in the rain,
Feel the real world drummin on your skin and the truth rain down unlock your heart and let it in,
The master of ceremonies is giving you the call, so pick up your feet come on stage and perform,
Not like a puppet but a performer with a heart, filled with the liquid truth that makes your perf
Is This Love?All is silent and darkIs This Love?9 years ago in Open More Like This
Your performance has ended
You feel as though the room is filled
With the emotions of those you hold closest
You can feel the adoration of you closest friends
With their support you feels as though the world is your playground
As if the weight of the world is no longer yours to bear alone
The curtain of darkness is lifted from the theatre...It's empty
All you felt, all you though supporting you came crashing down
You are once again the beast of burden you once were
Left to carry on an incomprehensible burden alone
Is This Love?
You're a jester
Performing for the court
You want nothing more than to entertain your audience
That is the very thing they want
You feel as if, as long as they laugh
They love you; you have their attention, and adoration
Suddenly you come to realize
Your actions have been fruitless
The very court that once held you in such high esteem
Chastises you for your actions
As if every laugh was yet another strike against you
You come to the realiz