Visceraostracize the wounded; listen!Viscera7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the way they graze over sidewalks,
un! deux! trois! quatre! cinq!
counting bones and the chipped teeth
of sun-browned children, they come
six! sept! huit! neuf! dix!
plus one/subtract the liver, and stipple
the ribs with paint; this thin viscus,
crippled with veins - - stilled eyes
some porphyry and feldspar flecked,
onze! douze! treize! quatorze! quinze!
counting small rodents and bag pipes - -
lisping fingers from the wagon train
like pale arachnids between the spokes
Tranquilityi.Tranquility6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sing me that lullaby,
whisper softly in my ears.
tell me all the things
I've always wanted to
hear. sing loud enough
so I can hear you
you, who's like a quivering
dream that's fleeting
I wish you never faded
together we created
the words, etched into
the concrete walls of
my wavering heart. as
time passes, i wish
every letter will
have a place in your heart
you, who's like the summer
wind that blows my
tears from my eyes
softly sun kissed
my heart as
the dreams I held in
my hands failed to linger
in my soul
I don't need to hear the
tune to know that
every fleeing moment I
breathed are through
the thousand of stars in your
eyes because it's
you, my transparent
dream; the shadows of
the cold reality
tearing me away
fairy tales weren't meant
to come true
from our lullaby
our dream seemed to fade
and yet you're in a state of
tranquility and it was
you, the one who forgot
how to cherish the mutual
fallen angelsI was bounded by my wingsfallen angels6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I couldn't cry, I shan't cry
but I wanted to fly; I wanted
to soar and feel the wind playing
with my hair- the sky at the
tips of my fingertips.
I am trapped in stories of
paper hearts; trying hard to
breathe. air had never been
so cruel to me; she's trying to
I am looking at the full moon
in the sea, fallen from the sky,
as I had. I was looking to
wake up and to fall into another
dream. I was looking to be fixed,
unbounded, yet chained.
The rain was crying and
wet was on wet, twisted
together. dreams were far
and foggy clouds were tormenting
us. under the invisible stars;
beyond the vast mountains.
Feel-Good StuntI thought I was a flowerFeel-Good Stunt6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun would light my way
I would twist through any fence
And breathe the light of day
Inversions of this take my nights,
When poppies churn my veins
They wear the petals off my mind
Until little else remains
If I am to grow and blossom yet
I need the touch of lunar rain
The sunlight plucks too harshly now
Upon my naked brain
This Is Not Love... 3 Part 1Roxas was cursing to himself as he was dragged along the castle's halls to Axel's room. What the hell was he thinking? His mind must have momentarily gone dumb, and now because of it he was being dragged by a very excited Axel to his room to do who knows what. Damn it, maybe he could get out of it, just like he had before. Then again, Axel was pretty persistant.This Is Not Love... 3 Part 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Axel wanted to skip, yes, but that probably wouldn't help his chances with Roxas so he walked; fast. He finally got Roxas to come to his room of his own free will! He didn't have to practically beg him to come with him. Oh what could he do to the boy? Maybe he'd get a kiss this time and not be slapped? Maybe the whole thing with Xigbar and Demyx finally opened Roxas' eyes to something. He kept silently cheering to himself as hurried way down the castle's hall to his room.
Roxas wondered where everyone was at. He hadn't seen a single person on the way to Axel's room, he hadn't seen anyone but Axel all day! Usually Zexion was in
Siren's SongI slipped on soft feet to the silver-lit stream where the siren lay waiting, escaped from my dream.Siren's Song7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'm sleepless with sorrow," she sang with a sigh, submitting her sins to the stars in the sky,
"Oh the secrets I've shared I should never have told, and the songs I've forgotten, the lies I have sold
Oh seducing lost sailors for pleasure or gold
Oh slitting their throats, oh their corpses so cold...
So the scars on my skin are a slight price indeed, hardly fair compensation for malice and greed
Have sympathy for me," she begged as she stood, this seaweed-nymph so out of place in the wood.
Then she shrugged and she sighed, and turned to flee
Back to sun-whitened sands that kiss up to the sea
Without even so much as a glance back at me.
On Sucking at PoetryIf poetry be the food of life,On Sucking at Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Theft and beggary are rife
If poetry be the food of life.
Without this electric knife
And Shakespeare's goose to carve,
If poetry were the food of life,
pagesShe writes words,pages6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
filling blank pages
with her heart.
her fragile soul,
trying hard to be
whoever she was
meant to be.
She drew conclusions,
hypothesized her life
in hope to look into
her future; at a
destiny she didn't
She writes words,
filling blank pages
fairy talesdreaming comes so easilyfairy tales6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if that's all that you know;
because hope, it's like a fairy-
tale, without a happily-ever-after
to look forward to.
all i ever wanted was to
be held in your arms like a
child in need of protection;
yet when you held me so
tightly that i couldn't breathe,
i can't feel the warmth
in your touch.
you told me to wait for you
and that you would wait for me
forever. but you never told me
that forever also had an
someone said that at
the end of the tunnel, light
will shine through and i
looked, and looked, and
looked for the bright light
that can penetrate through
the darkness i was
but it was never there.
but since you've been gone
even though i felt lost
i could still breathe.
i've always told myself:
tonight, tonight i'll stop
dreaming for something
that would never happen.
i told myself:
tomorrow i will
give up on you.
but i never stopped
dreaming because i
was filled with endless
i told mys
Forever's DreamI wanted to become beautiful thingsForever's Dream6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of rainbows like non-other. I
wanted the world to forgive me
for who I am; a plea that has
not been heard.
I wanted to be a star in billions,
scattered across the night sky as
I grant wishes of people below
me. I want to be the melody in
a lullaby, singing the beauty of
the unspoken words.
I wanted to become a name,
the only thing missing for a baby
at birth. I wanted to be a dream
not seen by anyone else but
ourselves. I wanted to be
I wanted to become a balloon
surrounded by my friends; to be
blown and carried by the wind,
hushed whispers; arriving at my
next location. I wanted to sprout
butterfly wings on the edges of
my back; scales shimmering in
the sun's rays, even though I, myself,
HalcyonUnder my nails, leeching in throughHalcyon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cold lips and seeping over me from the feet up.
Knee deep in you and I'll freeze as your
ebb and flow steals me from myself.
My love, you are salt water trickling in the
wound of a smile and stinging with a
wince and a bite to all my nerves. With every
needling pain comes an antiseptic kiss,
a kiss that heals and renews and washes away
the old. I need you. More than that,
I want you, the taste of you that can
colour my tongue with its sharp edge
slipping down my throat. I thirst for you
as you sit, cool and placid, around me, shifting and
winking at me, convincing me you're
everything I call for. But, love, too much of you
will destroy too much of me. If I let you,
you'll stop the blood in my veins, you'll
drain me of all that I have, and that which I once
treasured will have grown sickening in my mouth.
You are salt water, love, creeping down my che
ReflectionsThis love is an extended metaphor,Reflections5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perhaps claiming that a bumblebee
is a cumulus cloud (or, indeed, the other way round)
both too heavy to hang as they do in the sky,
great weights oblivious to gravity,
and with an air of steady certainty
that they are keeping the world ticking over,
a self-assured busyness
from which we must forever be distant.
We delight in bright images,
in suddenness and new discoveries
the coming together of two things
so different and so alike.
Exploring our creation,
we go further, delve deeper,
observing how both cloud and bee,
though bold, though bulky,
are, at the same time, delicate,
maybe.When the sky cries,maybe.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
do you cry too? Do you
have an umbrella to
shield you from the
rain? I do, but
you're above that
When night comes, do
you crawl into your
blanket, yet scared to be
swallowed by the vortex
of dreams? I'm scared
you're the one holding
me, aren't you?
When the end of the
world is found, and I fall
off the edge, you'll be there
to catch me...
This Is Not Love... 2-Akuroku-Roxas awoke early the next morning. He didn't bother thinking about the events that happened the night before. Why would he? He wasn't affected by them. He sighed, moving to run his hand through his hair but stopped as he remembered Axel had done that last night. A blush crept up on Roxas face and he shook his head "Idiot." He told himself as he got up, pulling on his coat. He finished the book last night after leaving Axel's room and he planned on getting another one, hopefully not running into a certain redhead.This Is Not Love... 2-Akuroku-9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Axel yawned not bothering to get out of bed. He didn't have much to do today, there were no missions or anything of the sorts. The only thing his days consisted of when there was nothing going on was Roxas. Axel wondered how the boy would react to him today after what had happened last night. He shrugged it off and snuggled back under the sheets. A short nap wouldn't hurt.
Roxas zipped up his coat and grabbed the book off his nightstand. He took a deep breath at the door and
Hope DiedI.Hope Died6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I took babysteps towards the
window, slowing anticipating
the sun to rise. It
reminds me of tomorrow,
and the day after that, and after that.
I did not want to look back to
the day Hope died.
I woke up and I heard the
heavy sound of my heartbeat.
My eyes were seeing, yet
they weren't. It was like an athlete
using crutches during a game.
I was handicapped and
I hated it.
I closed my eyes and I saw
endless darkness. I wasn't
crying, yet I was. I was dreaming
in an everlasting pool of dust.
Beautiful, yet sacred.
He glared at me, his anger
overwhelming. You used me
he had accused. I didn't, I didn't,
I didn't . You turned
your body around and
walked out the door. A part of
me died inside as I stared with
dread. Come back, come
back! you loved me.
The words are only whispered.
our mouths triggering thoughts
that weren't there. I love you.
The wind carried the words away
from us, far far away. My heart
could not follow it.
A few weeks
curiosity.i can smilecuriosity.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
when the world ends, would you let us know? the world is imperfect, like the scars on my body. one by one, i wish that i could peel off my skin and rub it against the tips of my fingers to see if it was made of sawdust. i want to rip off the strands of my hairs and run them through my nail-bitten fingers and i want to rip off my ears, the one that tries to listen to all the secrets hidden in this vast, cruel world.
how will the earth end? a collision of the milky way to another galaxy, the collapse of the internal core of the earth, or the torturous and slow squeezing of a huge, stellar mass black hole?
i wish there was an end of the world where i could fall out of. maybe there would be someone down there to catch me if i had the guts to fall down again; fall down hard like i fell for him those many years ago.
when i was born, did you already calculate how long i would live? fourty years? fifty? sixty? i would love you if you said tomorrow
A Funny Catholic StoryLittle Mary Margaret was not the best student inA Funny Catholic Story7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Catholic School .
Usually she slept through the class.
One day her teacher, a Nun, called on her while
she was sleeping.
'Tell me Mary Margaret, who created the universe?'
When Mary Margaret didn't stir, little Johnny who
was her friend
sitting behind her, took his pencil and jabbed her
in the rear.
shouted Mary Margaret.
The Nun said, 'Very good' and continued teaching
A little later the Nun asked Mary Margaret, 'Who
is our Lord and
But Mary didn't stir from her slumber Once again,
Johnny came to
her rescue and stuck Mary Margaret in the butt.
'Jesus Christ!!!' shouted Mary Margaret and the
Nun once again
said,'Very good,' and Mary Margaret fell back
The Nun asked her a third question...'What did Eve
say to Adam
after she had her twenty-third child?'
Again, Johnny came to the rescue.
This time Mary Margaret jumped up and shouted, 'If
you stick that
damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it
asphyxia.My first memory was that of water.asphyxia.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember drowning, and my mom's
horrified screaming. I remember the
oxygen flowing from my mind, swiftly,
I remember whispers in the pool
as my body turned numb. I had a
sense of calmness, knowing I'll be
okay, but my heart kept running
far, far. It didn't stop to look
back even as I called for it.
I felt my body melt, and form into
balloons, guided by the wind. I had
no place to go, and freedom was
at the tips of my fingertips. I opened
my eyes and I was saved, even as
what seemed like gallons of water
was coughed up from my mouth.
I was relieved as fresh air was
pumped into me, sustaining my
life that was on the edge of being
gone. I didn't drown, but maybe
a part of me did.
I am therefore I'm ScrewedI am therefore I'm Screwed11 years ago in Open More Like This
Upon a mosquito's bite
I am presented with a dilemma
Do I kill it?
And potentially destroy the creature
Who would slay the next
Inadvertently assuming indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
Do I spare it?
And potentially unhinder the creature
Who will slay the Slayer of
The Next Genocidal Maniac
Inadvertently assuming the indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
Dodge..Dodge..Dodge..6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is it, girl??
What's on your mind??
Why must you dodge my heart
My loving is calling for you
I'm telling you how I feel
It's real and true
Quit dodging me, please
I feel like you are looking at me
Giving me a smile, but you couldn't speak the words you want
Having thoughts that you want to get it over from your chest
You clenched your feelings so tight
Thinking through you had some questions
Needing answers as you come toward me
Walking so slowly, but getting closer
So fine, you remain
Very fine, you give me no pain
Words pop up on my mind
I want to tell you so much
Even my deepest secrets
Not holding back
I would confess to you
Why must you dodge my heart
My loving is calling for you
I'm telling you how I feel
It's real and true
Quit dodging me, please
Trying to be sure
I'll be yours that's for sure
No doubt that I would lie
I'm terrible at it
Don't forget this time
It makes a destiny play a rhyme
Melody music that hooks a chime
Tune it up, tune it rig
Amy Rose- Souls IntertwinedPart 17Amy Rose- Souls Intertwined6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mephiles let go of Amy and began sulking. Amy ignored him, and rolled out her sleeping bag.
"Well, I'm going to sleep."
He turned towards her.
"Uh, can you look away while I change into my-"
"Sorry." He walked away.
"Hmm." She then fell back onto her pillow and closed her eyes. This time Mephiles did not come over and watch her sleep, like usual.
Amy woke up early in the morning and Mephiles was sitting on his column with his head buried in his knees. He lifted his headed up slowly, but his eyes were still closed.
"Mephiles . . .?"
He then opened his eyes which were red and turned into his darker form. Amy gasped and backed away.
"Amy . . . Fight me Amy."
This Is Not Love... 1-Akuroku-"Roxas~" Axel whined at the blonde, "I'm bored! Do we always have to hang out here in the library!" The redhead looked over the books he'd seen a hundred times before, "Can't we hang out some place more... private. Like your room or maybe mine."This Is Not Love... 1-Akuroku-9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Roxas glared at Axel briefly before going back to his book, "And do what?" He asked not really caring about the answer, "There's nothing in our room for us to do."
Axel walked over to Roxas and grabbed the book from his lap earning another glare, "Books are too boring. How can you stand reading them all the time? Let's go do something else." He examined the book Roxas had been reading, "Or if you don't want to do anything else we can at least go somewhere else."
Roxas stood up to grabbed the book but Axel lifted it up to where he couldn't reach it, damn he hated being short, "Bastard I was reading that..." He sighed knowing he wasn't going to win with the stubborn redhead, "Fine. We'll go to your room and I'll read there."
Axel grinned handing