Don'tDon't you look at me with those glazed glassy eyesDon't5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you lay there grasping sulfurous stitches in your sides;
Don't you speak to me in that dry, dry murmur,
Through raw pink lips as swollen as a stage-two tumor;
Don't, just don't . . . don't you dare stop your breathing,
For the silver moon is high and Death is now feeding;
Don't leave me to depart with the divine
As God decides to pluck your bright, ripe life from the vine.
No, don't you dare impart on me this woe
For the end has come, and I cannot bear to watch you go.
Who is it?Rest.Who is it?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is it?
Is it sleep?
I knew what it was once.
But I only knew of it in your arms.
Where is it?
Will it get smaller?
I really do hope not.
But you not being where it is hurts.
When is it?
How can it go all away?
I was there with you.
But time sped past and now I'm not.
Why is it?
Is it made to hurt?
I don't think it is.
But every night alone is a new pain.
think of meif only i was on your mindthink of me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then would i be at rest
BROTHER BEAR - NO WAY OUTBROTHER BEAR - NO WAY OUT4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
BROTHER BEAR - NO WAY OUT
KODA: Rargh! Scared you again, huh?
KENAI: Uh-huh. Yeah.
KODA: Where have you been? You look horrible.
KODA: My mom says when you eat too much fish... you should just lie down--
KENAI: Koda. There's something I, uh... You know that story you told me last night?
KENAI: Well, I--I have a story to tell you.
KODA: Really? What's it about?
KENAI: Well... it's kind of about a man... and kind of about a bear. But... mostly it's about a monster--a monster who did something so bad...
PHIL COLLINS: *Everywhere I turn I hurt someone*
*But there's nothing I can say to change*
*The things I've done*
*I'd do anything within my power*
*I'd give everything I've got*
*But the path I seek is hidden from me now*
KENAI: Koda, I did something very wrong.
*Brother bear, I let you down*
KODA: I don't like this story.
There is no excuseThere are no excusesThere is no excuse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For what you have done
And there is no reasoning
To force someone
For your own sick fun
There is no excuse
For living with no humanity
And leaving me to accept
Your own cruel desires
As I lay there and wept
There is no excuse
For not being a man
Despite what rests in between
A man doesn't need force
I was only thirteen
There is no excuse
For lying that you love me
Saying I was your world
When all I meant for you
Was a warm bed and a hole
There is no excuse
For what you have done
And I am not to blame
When I was still young
For what you forced on me
There are no excuses
And there is no forgiveness
For those like you
Who derive sick, twisted pleasure
From someone else's pain
There is no excuse... for rape
05. CircusThree Organ Circus Act05. Circus4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Heart is on a high wire
Beating unusually fast
Foolishly putting its self out there
With no safety net below
While the Stomach is doing somersaults
Flip-flops and tying its self in knots
It dances with the butterflies
And back stage you don't see it puke
The Brain, the Ringmaster,
The Mastermind behind this whole show
Holds the other two in a precarious balance
Waiting for an answer: Yes or No
The Devil's CaressPinned down by fear at the devil's caressThe Devil's Caress3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As his hands work me out of my dress.
I try to deny him but he pries my legs apart,
To send such pleasures it shatters my heart.
His tongue works me into spasms of ecstacy,
Trying hard to slowly seductively destroy me.
I finally escape to lock myself away,
Hating myself and wishing only for my death and decay.
My white knight should go rescue someone else in need
Because I am in hiding from the devil's dark steed.
So many demons hunting me in human masquerade
Trying to pry through my innocent charade.
I cannot run forever into the unknown.
One day they will catch me when I am alone.
I fear the deadly silence of the dark night
And only wish to be saved by my protector of the light.
UnwantedUnwanted8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left here alone,
Lost without meaning.
No tears, no smiles
Just confusion and anger
Slowly taking over.
Temptation to escape,
No hand to save me from this nightmare.
Not this time...
By the people that use to care.
Choking on everyone elses lie.
Killing the last of my hope.
The heart is scarred,
Stained memories laid to rest.
The heartbeat that once was,
Becomes confused with deaths' cry.
Silence fills the soul,
Another unwanted battered past.
2012The days are counting down.20122 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The time for regrets is coming to an end.
Go out and make everyone your friend.
Live your life because there is no tomorrow.
Forget old pains and sorrow.
The minutes are counting down.
Be sure to kiss the one you love
before fire rains down from above.
Hold the hands of those around
and finally stand your ground.
The seconds are counting down.
Do not close your eyes.
Watch as everyone dies.
Stare death right in the face
and Never move from your place.
The Next day.
You find you are still alive.
The end did not yet arrive.
The Curse of TimeI watch the rain pour from the skyThe Curse of Time7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and as I listen and watch begin to cry.
My cat pads over to where I sit on the floor
as I watch the rain and lightning through the glass door.
I don't understand what's come over me
but everything seems to make me feel melancholy.
Everyone's left and I'm all alone
hoping to one day be found and known.
My imagination of books and a guy on the net
haven't begun to fail me yet,
but give it time and I'm sure they both will
because Time and me are at a standstill.
Leaving me ageless to watch others grow
and then taking everything away and making love go.
It is my fate to be left in the dust
knowing that no-one wants who they cannot trust.
They don't care enough for me to stay
Great actors filling me with false hope with the words they say.
Not caring if they make me cry or ache
I am but Time's favorite toy to break.
Chapter One: They MeetA young woman, about seventeen, with long auburn hair that glimmered by the moonlight, layed in a deep sleep upon a leaf that drifted ever so slowly down a stream. She wore a long, white gown. Watching from the branches of an ancient oak, sat a young man wearing a pair of old raggy brown pants, well built, about eighteen, well tanned, with dark, ruffled black hair that hung above his hollow brown eyes. He jumped down from his perch and rushed into the stream and dragged the leaf safely to shore.Chapter One: They Meet8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He stooped down and gathered her in his arms and carried her through the woods to his cabin hidden in the middle of a group of trees. He pushed against the door with his back and carefully carried her through the doorframe. Inside the cabin was a tan, frumpy couch; a cozy dining area, and a comfy bed covered by a dark purple and brown striped afghan. The man layed her down upon the bed and draped the afghan upon her body and then made himself comfortable on the couch after building a fire in th
Looking for AngelsWhere can I find salvation from this organ in my chest?Looking for Angels2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When will my soul finally find rest?
I'm being ripped apart
from the inside out.
How can perfection exist when split in two?
I need a sign to choose my you.
Should I go with the emotional?
Should I go with the physical?
Darkness shrouds my thoughts
And my heart rots.
How can I listen to something that is dying?
And drags me to crying and lying?
Am I a lie?
Why do you sigh?
I need guidence
To find my balance.
To make a decision.
To find my reason.
I'm just another soul looking for angels.
02. Sticks And StonesI wish....02. Sticks And Stones4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You had broken my bones
With sticks and stones,
It would hurt less....
The Anti-CupidFlavors that once were new are no longer desired.The Anti-Cupid3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Future ideas pop up waiting to be sired.
She looks to the past with a furrowed brow,
Thinking ahead about what she should do now.
Everything was planned before it fell apart,
When so many crows came to feed on her bleeding heart.
Thoughts of blades and meds dance through her head,
Where the voices scream out words of dread.
She clutches at the wall to keep upright,
So that the demons can't take away her light.
She tries so damn hard to succeed
But is left all alone to slowly bleed.
She deserves every peck from these demons from the sky.
A modern day Promethius who finds that she can never die.
She was a succubus who killed love before it could start,
Just because she was hunting the other half of her heart.
RestlessI've been here so long, I've forgotten my nameRestless9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I leave, will I still feel the same?
I can't remember what I was supposed to do
All I know is it had something to do with you.
I've been here so long, that I don't know your face
If I look in your eyes, will my heart still race?
I can't remember why I love you so
All I know is that I don't know.
I've been here so long, that life seems boring
If I leave, will I find you snoring?
I can't remember how this day was spent
All I know is that I love your hairs scent.
I've been here so long, that I feel ready to leave
But if I go will you start to grieve?
I remember those nights you held me tight
Now please watch me travel out of your sight.
It's OK to chase me if you feel our love's that great
I certainly won't mind nor will I debate
I'll see you when I finally arrive
Then you'll see that we both feel truly alive.
I DON'T BECAUSE...I don't start conversationsI DON'T BECAUSE...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I feel like I'm being annoying.
I feel like I'm being clingy and desperate
and that no one will care,
but rather look for an escape route.
I don't walk up to people
because I feel like I'm being intrusive.
I wasn't invited, so what right do I have to approach them
and try to mingle?
I don't say much
because I don't feel right
burdening other people with my thoughts
or my problems.
They're mine; I should suffer them alone.
I don't ask for anything
because I feel like I'm being needy.
Others shouldn't have to provide for me,
even when I cannot provide for myself.
I should be able to take care of it
and fix things on my own.
I don't put myself in the spotlight
because who am I to strut around as a peacock?
Besides, I'll probably only end up making a fool of myself.
I don't compliment myself
because I feel like I'm being so vain.
So I won't believe your compliments either.
I don't come around you much
because I'm afraid you'll
The Alba's MonologueI have a disturbed mind. I'm always imagining, creating, singing, shouting inside my head, to myself, with absolutely no speaking; I don't need to talk about it because it's crystal clear that I'm constantly in pain for thinking too much. My eyes tell everything to everyone; there's no point on trying to hide any of it. My eyes also usually make people avoid me. They scare perspective friends and push away those who don't understand what goes inside my mind.The Alba's Monologue2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But that was before.
I met a similarly disturbed mind when I was younger. His name was Julian. And his eyes glimmered as mine did. I couldn't help falling in love with him. We were both thinking all the time and creating new things; we both had very old souls; we were lonely wanderers, so we found peace by each other.
And I'm happy to say that he fell in love with my eyes - my hazel eyes, as he used to say -; those same eyes that people avoided were exactly the one thing about me that pulled him closer.
We knew everything about eac
Alone.I trace your footsteps around this empty house.Alone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing but memories reside here now.
I wake up in the night, wondering if it was you that I felt next to me.
I will wait until the end.
Saving this space next to me.
HumorHumor is a drug,Humor7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it fills you with joy,
Better than a hug,
Or a brand new toy,
they laugh so hard they cry
they roll on thier backs
stand ups dont try
to make them p!ss their slacks
but humor is best all the same
so laugh a little bit
it's all a game
Without YouI didn't know what it meantWithout You4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I began to miss your scent
Why I cried when I heard your song
Why my heart has ached for so long
I feel cold at night, alone in my bed
Thinking about the words that never get said.
Wishing you were here to hold me tight
Reassuring me that everything is all right.
Missing you trying to sing to make me smile
Mocking you for your sloppy lifestyle
How your goodbyes never seem to end
Watching the flowers you gave me to tend.
When you're here I know that I am not alone
Having met you has melted my heart of stone
You've changed me for the better by being in my life
Making me long for the day I will be your wife.
Sonnet of a Lonely HeartI cannot be alone for it causes me grief.Sonnet of a Lonely Heart3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Please do not leave me to my own devices
For my tears and doubts are enough to make their own reef
and my ears will be closed to everyone's advices.
I cannot stand it when you are away.
I am afraid when I cannot feel you near.
Especially in the bed where we used to lay.
Where you made me feel so dear.
I think you may have taken my heart with you
Therefore leaving me with this pain in my chest,
That leaves me not knowing what to do
Even though I know tht you leaving was for the best.
So please be quick in the things you study
So that I may have you back with me.