Secret GardenSecret Garden9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The restless specter of my lost love
wanders so cold,
imprisoned in her dreadful secret garden.
From haunted dreams
her longing spirit intones whispered songs
of undying passion,
of endless betrayal.
Memories echo through this empty host,
their substance vicious,
their meaning shattered on reflection.
#YOLOLonely little cells.#YOLO1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desperate little dust.
Humans push for connections
without bothering to connect.
Love without limitations
to limit our love.
We are now.
We are now.
We are now.
Later is nothing, boring, dead.
Now is everything, important, fed.
Let's consume, let's ignite.
Let's make passions in the night.
Let's live, let's ride.
Let's become our era's pride.
Tomorrow will never come.
SinkingNO MORE!Sinking2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I always thought that we were eternal,
but I guess I was wrong.
Through thick and thin we remained together.
With eyes of wonder, you watched me grow.
A heart so pure, love is all I know.
Falling down, descending now,
I never knew I could feel so alone.
I am now so far from home,
a hollow vessel committed to the Earth.
Sorrow could never catch me,
and neither could Catastrophe.
And we would run.
Death had always cleverly,
been absent from all I'd see.
And we would be so blissfully...
In wonder, you watched me grow.
Now in tears, I'll watch you go.
The one thing I regret is:
Never telling you...
They're In MeI do this to myself, really. This behavior is my fault, my own demise carefully orchestrated. My body is angry with me, for it's not meant to work like this, it's not meant to contain the words in the manner it does. Ink does not naturally flow through human veins.They're In Me2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Heartbeats aren't supposed to be synonymous with a typewriter.
It's one in the morning and I can no longer think. My subconscious is shrieking like a Van Halen guitar solo and I'm not sure if Van Halen even had any guitar solos. Please pretend they do for the sake of the metaphor. If it's a metaphor.
I can't be bothered to check.
I've been repressing it. Everything, I mean. The
.27.This is a story for you all. One about a poor musician and a struggling scholar who have found themselves tied at the finger by a thin red thread that spans across all universes and all worlds and galaxies and planets..27.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This musician is one that likes to sit on the hills and strum his guitar, eating blueberry preserve out of the jar, fingers blue and sticky with jam but he doesn't really care about getting his source of income dirty, so he strums and stickily strums some more.
This scholar is one that does not like blueberry preserve but instead whores his chocolate and caramel, stashed in his desk as he works on papers that sometimes find t
AsphyxiationAnd I can't see straight nowAsphyxiation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to be alone,
But the sad truth remains
That I can't.
I fall victim to myself much too easily,
Fall prey to that shadowy demon
Who lays in wait
Licking its lethal jowls,
Preparing to devour my sanity
And plunge my humanity
Into perpetual darkness.
Drowning in the sea of blue-black night sky.
Cold and dark,
Silvery specks of escaped oxygen dancing
Like glittery stars
Soaring to the surface,
Just out of my reach as I grab for them,
A feeble attempt to steal them back.
....careening out of my co
The PacemakerAttached to my coreThe Pacemaker5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keeps me ticking
Gives me life
Yet restricts me from pleasure
All I want
I can now never have
No more strolls past flowing streams
No parading through social scenes
Friends are out, having fun
Sat at home, I can have none
No more hugs from cuddly bears
No more kisses for you to share
Cant be scared
At the scariest thing
A jump or scream can skip a beat
A fatal beat of death
Now I sit in the warmth of home
Waiting till I stop working.
suicide jackssuicide jacks10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood red hurt,
a world of easy
under a lead foot
a blue grey coupe
suspension of bullshit
eat your way though life
save the work
pass it with the meat
your teeth are too tender
your arms are too broken
run while you can
your weakness is my method
thats your own blood on your hands
this pain you spread will be returned
your greedy, little tired fingers
scratch and pull;
spread your dark;
how do you fancy a pinch and a pull?
what do you do with needles turned against
blood and skin
Leave Pending.I do not have wordsLeave Pending.2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
for the wideness of the gap:
I just want you home.
MarriageI see you fell alseepMarriage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the light on again.
I watch your inner child dream
of peaceful things.
A snort, a puff, a full-on snore.
I shake the bed with silent laughter.
Speaking from my rear,
Your open eyes betray
The love you feel inside.
Until you start to search
You drape across my chest.
We talk of unimportant things
as shadows hide the
I fetch us ice cream sandwiches
through our darkened home.
The light turned out,
Midnight Mona "Creak, woe, creak, woe," whispered the rocking chair in its high, awkward voice, the words a jarring cadence to any sane man's ears; so loudly it creaked, loud enough to rouse a thousand devils! Yet the man in its seat pressed the spine-clawing noise on and on, rocking the little chair to its limits. "Creak, woe...creak, woe..."Midnight Mona5 years ago in Horror More Like This
With his fists upon his gaunt cheeks (it was the only way to stay his shaking hands), the man pondered subjects no sane man should ever ponder.
'Mona...' His little girl, his child, the object of his loving, most faithful devotion. How he loved his daughter!
AphasiaMemories shatterAphasia4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the windows caving in
in the pressure of your wake.
And I stand there,
trying to recover the broken sentence
which had begun to form at my lips.
Air passes between the gap
barely even tickling the pink softness.
Finally, I close my mouth,
and my teeth banging together
sounds just a tad flat today,
signaling my resign.
There was never a more deafening silence.
Sounding SilenceWhat does it meanSounding Silence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you pass me by
And land far away?
And what does it say
When I run away
And pretend to be okay?
What is wrong
With catching a smile
From a mountain in the rain?
And what does it mean
If I say I'm okay...
With each passing day...
OriginalsOriginalsOriginals7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The conch's twist holds
an old world. Just beyond the glossy rim
where the shell curves out of sight
a half-full bottle plunges
into the sea. The green glass
has no end, its sides spreading
light like a coloured lens. But this ocean
is a dark edge, as if eyes had never lifted
its hard dermis. A wave curls
and becomes icecream in a turqouise bowl. You
are here, looking through spirals at someone else
who is you. The bowl empties
and a cold signifier stings the skull.
This time it is no echo
of the sea's thousandfoot rush, or the tang
of stale salt inhaled from a pinkwhite lip. This time
you are there. The ic
Clinging OnGO AWAY!!!!Clinging On2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
your clinging to me,
you still want me,
your arms are chains!!
if you won't let go,
i'll cut you off.
i've let you know,
but you won't stop.
the past is past,
i want a future.
when i left,
my heart had sutures.
but the pain was worth it,
cause i'm better now.
i left our love,
lying on the ground.
now i wish i'd killed it,
when i had the knife.
there's no room for you,
inside my life.
cut these ties,
your arms that bind,
i don't love you,
so get away.
i told you once,
but still you stay.
so if you won't let go,
i'll cut your hands off.
the World on your shoulderswith the weight of the world on your shoulders,the World on your shoulders2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
you cannot see the sky.
with the weight of it all on your shoulders,
you can't help but wonder why.
and the rain comes down from heaven,
it runs down the window.
you watch it running without legs,
keep searching for a rainbow.
but your hopes are crushed,
your dreams are smashed.
in little pieces they rot,
burned into ash.
what's left of hope,
what's left to dream,
when the book of life's,
closed at the seams?
and all that could've been,
is broken and torn apart.
as if they've taken all that was left,
inside this heart.
and the rest of your life,
Side effects of mental stressEffortless pounding in my head,Side effects of mental stress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
vision blurry, out of focus.
Just make it stop
trying to will my brain to focus, desperately.
Everything is spinning
Yes I am fine,
I meant to run into that wall.
I barely saw it
So much running through my head,
No wonder i feel so sick
InkI kiss paperInk5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ink stains my lips black and
B l u e
No more erasing, no more penciled outlines
I trace your face with a sharpie, going over
The same lines again and again until I memorize it
Map this page in my mind and breath in
The contours of your eyes are shaded and grey
They gaze serenely out at me, white skin shiny
And wet hair jet, pitch, coal, black.
No sun will see you, only me, only darkness.
And I Couldn't See the SunriseI never cared for licking envelopes.And I Couldn't See the Sunrise3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tasted something horrible,
a bit like pasty moth wings.
It's useful, though, to keep inventory
of rasping saffron embers, of arduous kindle
that aches like a wound to blaze, but
time won't let it.
[See this hourglass?
Well, I would like to
crush it in my palm,
I can fold into a standard-sized cardboard box
which is convenient, but
I have nothing to say to you.
I don't speak language, I only— I only—
. . .
Stamps are good for sealing stony silence—
good think you don't have to lick those, too.
i love you but you talk too fastplease just be patienti love you but you talk too fast8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
love is still mastering me
if you have the time
ChecklistChecklist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dead roses in a rusty can
On a rough-hewn table pushed
Against a peeling wall
Ashes and a lock of hair
Dirty dishes and beer cans
Sketches of loss
A faded photograph, a ribbon
Taped to the refrigerator door
Curtained windows closed
Talismans and charms and
Broken dreams in a dirty jar
Check. It's all here
Sharp as bone fragments
Fragile as moth wings
Miserable as dying slow
Check. Check. Check.
It's all here. In all this
Faded SonataFaded Sonata7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a place
In a tiny room
In a special house
Surrounded by magic
Some golf balls
And a pond
A mini Mozart
The boxed and ignored
Of years long past
Faded yellow flowers
Peel from the wall
And droop to kiss the old
On which one becomes quite lazy
Beside old papers
Dreams in a chunky pillow
Feet sticking out
Of that considerate hole
In the blue blanket bottom
Waking up to
That are never
And little brown
Fingers tripping over
The little brown keys
And giving special love
To the two keys
That fell asleep mi
EvolutionWords strung across the airEvolution1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Like threads that just won't rip
The cards that face down
And the tears that turn away
And fall, waiting patiently
for you to hear
in memories that don't exist
Your name is still in my skin
no matter how sudden you were
I thought we both hit the bottom together
I thought we, both leave together
Maybe you were a bit behind
Maybe you were a little too soon
Into the fastest way out
Cold and alone
It's the worse to know for sure
even with dust on those paper futures
We knew for sure we'd be forever
You never were able to lift that veil
Even to me
Even to a person who could