TearsOnce, there was a child
who didn't know which way to turn
She just sat there staring
watching her village burn.
She didn't run from the fire
Why should she run?
She was watching her people die
Soldiers killing them for fun.
She didn't scream like the others,
or even run for her life
She didn't grab something to defend herself
too filled with strive
She just sat there in silence
Tears rolling down her cheeks
Watching the soldiers kill her people
Hidden behind a pile of old bricks
She could not scream
She could not run
She could not cry
She could only wait to live,
or even to die
The fire was burning nearer and she knew she should run
Either be seen by the soldiers
or burn like the sun
But she never moved from that place
Fear and sorrow in her heart
The fire soon reached her
Burning her body and soul apart
She didn't feel any pain
Her final tear dropping on the floor
And then darkness finally took her
And she felt no more...
Is Love What Love Is?Love is a multicolored thingIs Love What Love Is?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled with black and blue and shades of gray
It knocks us down when we feel tall
Rips out our hearts, feels nothing at all
Love keeps us going forever strong
Always tells us when we're wrong
To heights above makes our hearts soar
Stabs with pain like never before
Love promises to heal our soul
Return our hearts-black as coal
It keeps us warm like the sun
Kills us quietly with a gun
Love cannot be trusted, its never there
It's a house for sale. with the sign "Beware"
Traps us in a web of lies
Muffles our scream, stifles our cries
Love is a child sweet smile of hope
The only thing that helps me cope
For only in their smile I see
The world I want for you and me.
Wara lonely heartWar9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a lonely song
a lonely tear now that peace gone
a tortured soul
behind fearful eyes
having to be all that you despise
a dying hope
a raging hate
that you must fight while leaders debate
that you must die for other men's quarrels
the tears of a dying warrior's sorrows
Forbidden LoveDo you not dare to look me in the eye anymore?Forbidden Love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you deny everything that you've said?
Do you deny every feeling we've had?
Would you rather it have been a lie?
Is this about your friends?
Is this about what they'll say?
Is this about what they think?
Would you rather it they didn't judge?
Are you thinking about your image?
Are you thinking about your reputation?
Are you thinking of everyone else but you?
Would you rather it everyone didn't care anymore?
Do you refuse the truth?
Is this because it hurts?
Are you thinking of me anymore?
Would you rather have me gone from your life?
Rainbow by chigoJanuaryRainbow by chigo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am forced to grow up
Before my time
I get a little worse
Start to cry every night
I cling to old things
Try to turn back time
I start to write
An outlet for built-up emotion
I fall apart for real this time
Do things I now wish I hadnt
I staple up the gap in my chest
And begin hiding behind fake smiles
I retreat further behind my wall
Forgetting how to cry, laugh, or scream
I am caged
Trapped by my uselessness
I dont know what to do
Nothing seems to matter anymore
Ive snapped, it seems
Worse than before and oh so impossible to fix
I stumble upon something unexpected
A reunion, a confession, a promise
I start planning
Realizing that all is not lost
Though I am choking everyday
I am choking on rainbows
I swallow the be
Just WordsBehind the wordsJust Words8 years ago in Open More Like This
Lies the emotion
Words and letters
A cursive disguise
Words, they flow like water
As the paint that runs down my face
The everlasting tears
Pain concealed within the ink
To be read by many
And yet felt by none
The emotion is real
But these are just words.
Insanity has a nameI thought I had it all,Insanity has a name7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but, then, i saw you
It was an ordinary moment, made extraordinary.
For the longest time,
I had no idea who, or even what, you were.,
damn puberty, my mind chastised,
but I don't remember my body listening,
I sought to regain control of my eyes,
which relentlessly flew in your direction,
i couldn't concentrate,
trying to shake the sight of your smile,
the agony of trying to erase from the stubborn conscious,
my mind surrendered.
You gave birth to desires I didn't know existed,
romance movies...started making sense,
cheap, tawdry novels...now held meaning
your sadness, becomes my own,
your pain, my urge to correct,
you are mine to protect,
You...are from a different world,
but you smile the same as I do,
you're a different color,
but our hearts follow the same rhythm
does this madness have a name?
This...obsession stripped, and swept aside,
i was no longer invincible,
you were my weakness,
research into this turned up nothing,
I was on m
MemoryTake care my dear.Memory7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never forget those moments
That we held hands, we kissed, we said, I love you.
I leave you in the utmost care.
Never forget how much I loved you
How I held your hand, held you close, held your heart.
I will be back really soon, so
Never forget me or lose my love
The moments by the shore, in the park, in our hearts.
I remember those times we had,
Never forget those or me
The way I held your hand, caressed your face, loved you unconditionally.
I dream of you every night,
Never forget those special gems
The time we ran in the rain laughing, walked through a field, played in the surf.
I cannot stand being away from you.
Do you remember me?
The way I said your name, the way I held you in my arms, the way I kissed your lips?
I hope you did not forget my name.
Do your remember how I used to love you?
The way I held your hand, the way I caressed your face, the way I haunted your dreams?
4: Lurking.Audrey saw her first ghost when she was ten years old.4: Lurking.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasnt your typical, middle-of-a-dark-stormy-night setting. She wasnt lying in her bed, all alone in the pitch black, staring at the ceiling and shivering. She wasnt huddling in a corner, praying for her life, biting her fingernails and itching at the skin on the top of her hand. It was nothing like that.
Her mother had gotten bored that day, a lazy Saturday with the boys out of the house with their father, fishing, leaving the two alone. Audrey was drawing on a blank piece of paper, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her long, dark hair pulled back in a messy bun. Her mother appeared in the doorway with a sigh.
Hows about we go shopping.
She looked up, smiled, and nodded, closing her sketchbook and tossing it onto the mattress that was her bed. Give me a few minutes, she said, disappearing in the bathroom with a change of clothes. She pulled a comb through her knots, put her h
What is love?What is love?What is love?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no one knows.
Sadness and tears and pain,
Is this what love is?
No one can answer,
none, but those with broken hearts.
But if nobody knows,
how can anyone think about it?
What is love?
What isn't love?
But should I rectify my question?
What doesn't bring us joy?
What isn't enough once you get the taste of it?
So what is love?
Still no straight answer.
And should i just believe that?
What can make us happy and sad in the same time?
What can make us feel human?
What can wash away the loneliness?
Is that what love signifies?
Well, nobody knows...
So in the end,
Love is heaven,
Love is hell,
Love is happiness,
Love is sadness,
Love is every me,
Love is every you...
Love is lies,
Love is truth,
Love is reality
And love is fantasy.
So what is love?
Well, nobody knows for sure,
Love is what you and I think it is,
Love is just la beat
And to love means to live.
Lost Child by chigoBreak, like glass.Lost Child by chigo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like porcelain dolls and sparrow eggs.
With your clear eyes and steady smile
That hide everything.
The fragments fall away;
You look through me, blind and
Steely gears spinning, spinning
In your cracked mind.
Reach through the gaping hole in your chest,
Trembling with the need.
Comfort is doled out, you are divided.
So many to feed, so many to fill.
You fragile thing you.
They rip you apart.
Taking hold of your appendages,
Pulling, pulling, pulling.
The stitches snap, the cloth unravels.
Pity, regret, revulsion: Broken future.
You were beautiful.
You were made of clouds and dreams and
Raven feathers; pretty things.
But nothing sturdy, nothing unmarked by
Nothing solid, nothing clean.
MasksMasksMasks8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Narrow hearts and narrow minds
Chained up soul, tortured in binds
Sharp fists, angry yells
Bruised lips and ringing bells
Darkened soul and hidden fears
Whereas you go, hurtful peers
Hidden smiles and hidden tasks
The real you hiding in masks
Sleep Softly LoveHe smiled serenely as he washed his hands.Sleep Softly Love8 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
The perfect end to another perfect day.
The stains were hard to shift but with some small effort he found himself comfortable with drying his hands on the pristine white towels.
Mariannes mother bought us those. The kindly old dear always did give the most thoughtful presents. Annie insists we keep them clean, everything must be kept clean, just as Annie wants.
He calmly rooted around the cupboard and began filling his mop bucket. Hed get everything spotless for his dear sweet wife. How many years was it now? Fifteen? Gosh, how times flies.
The greying mop hit the wooden floor with a dull slap, splashing bleach and water up the walls.
Oh well, he thought. Ill have to scrub there next anyway. Annies bringing a friend round tonight, I must surprise her with a lovely clean home. She d
The Darkness of Light Twinkle, twinkle, little light,The Darkness of Light8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shining through the cold, dark night.
Dancing in the midnight air,
Demons, monster everywhere...
Goodbye, goodbye, little light,
Swallowed by the cold, dark night.
Mary had a little light,
Little light, little light,
Mary had a little light,
That glowed as white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The light was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,
School one day, school one day,
It followed her to school one day,
And ate the teacher whole.
It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play,
And then it sucked their souls.
The eensy weensy light-speck
Drifted to the nursery door.
It weaved through the room
BalloonToday, Mommy brought home two balloons for us. A yellow one for me and a blue one for Jack. They were so pretty! Mine even had a star on it.Balloon7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
I felt bad that they were tied down by the string though. I told Mommy but she just called me silly like she always does. Then she took Jack's hand and told me to hurry inside before it starts snowing.
I like the snow. It makes our house look like a magic fairy palace. I was worried about my balloon though. What would happen to it if it snowed?
I looked up at my yellow balloon. It really was very pretty, especially with that star. Mommy used to sing us lullabies about stars and diamonds before, before Daddy left. That one was always my favourite. I remember I asked Mommy if I could have a star too one day, but she just called me silly like she always does.
I looked at my balloon again and I felt sorry. My star should go home to its Mommy too.
I looked back at the house. Mommy wasn't looking at me anymore. She was helping Jack take off his sweater
Dreams of MemoriesBecause all that we have left are memories. Memories of a time long gone and never, never coming back.Dreams of Memories7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
He sits at the piano, hands gliding over the keys.
She rests on the floor beside him in the darkened theatre and looks up to his face. She gazes at the quiet concentration in his eyes and doesnt realize she loves him.
This would be so romantic if you played it for the girl you like. She comments.
He smiles slightly and continues playing. His hands are like feathers on the keys, coaxing a soft, ethereal melody from them.
She hugs her knees to her chest and closes her eyes, and feels as if she's floating in bliss. I hope when I have a boyfriend, he'll play for me - just me - like this. She thinks wistfully.
But theyre gone now, those beautiful melodies, and their heaven. The theatres curtains are torn and he doesn't concern himself with such things anymore. Not to her, at least. But, she reminds herself, shell always have the mem
100 WaysWelcome to my tattered pages,100 Ways8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart, my soul, my home.
Amidst my happiness and my rages,
There lives more than just a poem
A journal is as a journal does
Where ink and blood become the same.
They curl across the pages because
Its the 100 natures of this game.
Its 100 ways to make things right,
100 ways to do or die.
100 ramblings of loves first bite
And 100 ways to live a lie.
100 ways to make a mess,
100 ways to be hated,
Its the truth, more or less
But thats obviously still debated.
Theres 100 ways to banish sorrow
And let the light inside.
100 ways to touch tomorrow
If that light should be your guide.
100 ways to see the world
In all its unmasked glory.
100 tales will be unfurled
In 100 pages of my story.
So join the journey, join the crowd,
Meet my words, be they friend or foe.
Ill write til 100, I have vowed
So only 99 more to go.
'A spring love story' part1 Spring came in a flash. It is like yesterday we were fighting with snow balls and today all that is history.'A spring love story' part17 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We decided to take a long walk in the park near the campus. We always decide things by the moment, I think this is the funniest part about me and Jay. We just like to live the moment. So we decided on the park. We didnt visit it for 3 months and I guess the park really missed our laughing and the noise we made each time we went there. Said and done.
It was a warm, lovely night, the trees were in bloom and the soft wind touching my red cheeks made me feel home. And him, staring at me with those deep blue eyes... It felt like a dream. I could have sworn I was dreaming, but the moment he touched me and took my hand, I knew it wasnt a dream, it was love.
And even if we werent lovers yet, I already knew he was the one for me. My heart knew the second he
Flowers and PromisesHe kisses her until crimson roses bloom on her lips and spill down her alabaster skinFlowers and Promises7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like sinful pomegranates from Persephone's own mouth.
He crushes her against him, holds her tight-tight-tight in his arms
and tattoos black and blue flowers across her back
No one will hurt you while I'm around.
He whispers the promise with scarlet lips and a silver tongue
and stains her ears a poisonous black
Her hair sticks to his lips-tongue-mouth
while his vows engrave themselves upon her heart
No one will hurt you...
He watches her eyelids slip, gracefully, blissfully
With his promises lingering, sparkling, upon each 'lash
And only then does he finish his vow
Love Hath ThornsTwelve red roses stand in a vase,Love Hath Thorns8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dozen long-stemmed visions of grace.
Day after day, they grow and they bloom,
Cutting through darkness, banishing gloom
Until a foolish lover is snared by the wicked thorns
For her lost love, she weeps and she mourns.
Roses shall wilt, but so will our sorrow,
If we look to the heavens and wait til tomorrow.
I'm here,Waiting for the days, the nights,I'm here,6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The times that will make it all alright.
I'm sick of waiting.
I want quick fixes and magic spells
Instant ways out of a hell,
All of my own devising.
And i see my arms, my wrists
My hands balled up in fists
And all I want is to be perfect.
And I have to change something now
And I have to see something move.
I need to start everything, again.
All over again.
Empty ChairsSometimes I wonder.Empty Chairs7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Is it my right, to play God?
How can I justify this slaughter? Hundreds, thousands of lives, taken for nothing but money, and the occasional look of gratitude. Before those fragile hearts even start to battle with death, I am there, to end it quickly, to extinguish that flickering light.
But is it life? Can we really call it such, when it is far less advanced than the harmless flies and ants we squash without second thought? Are we so superior, that the survival of even a single cell outweighs the millions of beasts, howling at our consciousness, slaughtered so we could dine upon their flesh?
How is this murder, if that is not? They kill without thought, thousands each day, and it is me they protest? Is that right?
Because despite all my reasoning, all my logic? Even I know: This Is Wrong.
My name is Maria.
I am thirty-one years old.
I kill babies for a living.
My job, my work, my life is death. They come in here, brave yet so weak, to face up to the reality: T
CharlotteCharlotte sat at her couch, more self conscious than she had any right to be. She held her guitar in her lap, left hand forming a C chord. The right dangled loosely over the strings, not touching them. She stared at a slightly crumpled sheet of paper on the coffee table in front of her, curly locks of her uncontrollable hair (dark brown, nearly black) hung just into the view of her peripheral vision.Charlotte8 years ago in General More Like This
The wrinkled paper white, with a ring of brown coffee in the upper right corner was covered with marks made in pencil, many of them slightly smeared, indicating chord changes and lyrics she had written. She didnt actually see any of this, even though she was staring straight at it.
Because Katja was a mere five feet away, studying at the screen of Charlottes computer.
Katja was a student at the local university, working on a doctorate in literature, focusing on the Middle Ages and Renaissance of France, Spain, and England. Charlotte knew this because ever since sh
Shining StarShining Star9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shining star, shining bright
I wish a wish upon you tonight,
For all that's lost, for all I've gained
for all the blood on my hands that's stained,
for every person I've done wrong,
for every word, for every song
for all the times I made someone cry
to all the people who'm I had to lie
to every dissapointment that I gave
for every heart I could not save
for every wound i could not heal
for every time I had to kill
I wish upon you a wish tonight
Shining star, shining bright
To take their hearts, to keep it save
to take away the pain I gave
Daddy, where are the dwarfs?I watched carefully through the clinic window,Daddy, where are the dwarfs?7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where did I go wrong?
You lay on the hospital, pale as marble,
As lively as a ghost.
You were my little angel,
Born to us when we needed you most,
Your smile was always there to light up our faces,
You brought great joy
To your mother and I.
Wasnt it just yesterday,
That you and I snuggled up in your bed,
And you laid your head close to my chest,
As you begged me to read a story,
I had laughed then,
Begging you to go to sleep.
Something about your eyes,
They made me want to fulfill your every wish.
With poorly disguised sighs,
I had gotten up, and fetched your
Book of fairy tales
I think it was then,
That it struck me
We were living a fairy tale.
You were our happily ever after.
A long day at work,
Only because Id come home to hear you say,
Daddy, daddy, how much money did you make today?
And Id laugh and say, not enough.
Then you would advise me,
You should marry a princess,