Commission for SaridimLike a crystal in the light,
i lose myself.
dull within the wooden box,
it loses its light as dust surrounds its smooth figure.
i remember the times i had with you,
the times that made you and i shine the most.
we played together.
and those memories are reflected...
upon the sides of this crystal.
the crystal of our memories.
the crystal of my heart.
within this wooden box,
at the back of my closet...
collecting dust as i cry myself to sleep.
HopeIn this world,Hope6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That one does see,
Thinking you will live
The truth does differ,
From what you hear,
Life is full of
Doubt and fear.
No hope for the people,
Living in rags,
For their bedding,
Others you see,
Have done the best they can,
Fate has been good,
It had a great plan.
Hope can be given,
To those who need it most,
Just a smile
Will be their first dose.
A Violin's FaithA Violin's Faith5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alas, no man -
let alone a violin -
here I lie, deserted,
(Master's given up on me -
given me up to a dust devil
of a dissonant girl called
oh bitter irony Lynn)
unstrung and unwound,
violet bruises cruising
the seas of my some-
time smooth surfaces.
my innards, vital organs
behold my broken anima -
have fared no better fate.
an enema in my f-hole
would have been far
less filthy than the string
of curses and fickle f-words
I've tried to utter in the dark.
as the bridge between me
and reality breaks down
into a dystopia of abused
fingerboards and loose pegs,
I shall bid sanity farewell.
but not even deft dementia
can bid me forget that I
was once much more than
a violin lent to
a violent Lynn.
A DoubtThe butterflies in your stomach,A Doubt6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flip over at the sight of him.
Walking towards you,
Happiness hurtling over the brim.
But then you notice the someone else,
Standing hand in hand, by his side.
Vaguely known to yourself,
From the background you have eyed.
Not a hope in hell,
He is too deeply in love.
No point in even praying,
To the guardian angels above.
When he leaves,
It tugs at the strings of your heart,
You dont want it to be the end,
If only it were the start.
He hugs you, a short,
Sweet, yet lingering embrace.
And as he turns to leave,
His footprints you do trace.
But there is a doubt to the love being displayed.
If you do what you want, she will be betrayed.
But many a night have you prayed.
It is a game between them that has been played.
It was never to be, what they had,
My doubt came true.
All the talking, all the messages,
It all finally came through.
My LifeYou spend your time,My Life6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing and waiting,
For the end result.
From the age of infancy,
Until you become
As you will see,
Is not so easy.
Dreams can be swept away,
In just one day,
Patience begins to fray.
When it comes down to it,
What were we
Really waiting for?
These numbers and letters;
Your emotions raw.
Until I See Your EyesI search for the face,Until I See Your Eyes6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the smile,
For the eyes.
Blind am I,
Until I retrieve,
What I yearn.
I need to find
I can learn.
Only you can help,
Mine are yours.
And I cant see
Until I see your eyes.
My eyelids, gently
Unfold, as you
Breeze into sight.
I know it is you.
That has given me light,
And off my heart flies.
Don't Pay The FerrymanI watch his next victim,Don't Pay The Ferryman6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boarding the boat,
Even if I screamed,
He wouldnt hear me.
His body has gone,
Its his soul he will lose next.
The grizzling clouds,
Were trying to warn him,
Stay on land,
You do not want to do this,
And I screamed
At the top of my voice;
Dont pay the ferryman,
Dont even fix a price.
Dont pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side.
The jingling of his coins,
Brought out from his pocket.
He must not pay him,
Under the devils control,
Another voice came from behind,
Whatever you do;
Dont pay the ferryman,
Dont even fix a price.
Dont pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side.
But a dead man,
Cannot be told the rules,
Ruled by the devil,
Under his thumb.
Never to reach the other side.
When you cry...When you cry,When you cry...7 years ago in Open More Like This
Don't hide it.
When you cry,
Don't cover your face.
Show me exactly what you look like,
when you cry.
Show me the face...
that I don't want to see.
Show me those tears,
So i know how to stop them.
Show me your eyes,
that were once so beautiful.
Show me what the face,
that cries so hard,
look like when you're sad.
So it can be burned into my memory.
So it will haunt me.
So I can do something.
So I can be motivated,
To make you smile.
Wings..:Sasuko-Mikoto-Uchiha:Flying feels...Wings..:Sasuko-Mikoto-Uchiha:6 years ago in Open More Like This
With my wings spread out high,
and my feet dangling beneath me.
It feel so good,
as I feel the wind holding me,
Will it hold me like this for long?
As I pray for comfort in the clouds.
I know I belong here not.
But what can it hurt?
they can take it.
I'll work the endurance.
I will comb them.
And tears drizzle down,
as I sleep gently in the arms of the sky.
and his waxy wings.
I wonder if he felt as good as I do now.
And I seem to envision myself,
with the same result of parting.
resting upon the soft clouds,
inhale it all.
And Icarus my friend,
I hold your hand to my heart now.
And I just can't regret it.
I just can't believe it either.
All I know is..
Feels pretty damn good.
I won't let you transferBlood gushed from the open wound in the side of a teenage boy, a large gash in his side. He was hung up by a wooden cross in shackles, and a girl stood in front of him holding a bloodied wicked hooked machete, calling out his name in a creepy tone, "Keiichi-kun~?" she chimed as she lifted the blade up slightly in front of his face. The boy, looked up weakly, "R-rena-chan.... Please let me go..." he begged, but she cut him off screaming at him, "NO! I CAN'T! I WON'T LET YOU TRANSFER!" he went wide eyed as she slammed the blade into his side once more, and he cried out in pain. "I-...I wasn't going to--..." he said slowly as she pulled the blade out of him. "I'm sorry Keiichi-kun. But I won't. I won't let you...transfer out." she smirked, touching the warm blood on the blade and moving her hand along the smooth blade...I won't let you transfer6 years ago in Horror More Like This
ReminderThe names of signs that pass me by,Reminder6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the ends of the streets.
The colour of guys hair,
When I know
Who I really want to meet.
Pictures cropping up on the web,
Having a joke, having fun.
Youre in the net,
Whilst Im outside,
I want to believe
That youve got something to hide.
All that I had
Is in a blender,
Not even poetry
What I want to say.
Monologue"I could tell you that I do this because I'm insane, because God is in my head, because I go about my business with a thousand avenging angels conducting a symphony of holy amorality, directing my every move. Because organized crime killed my father, raped my mother, and tortured my sister, and that they had all this coming to them. That I do this because I like it; because I like to kill, and that I'm no more alive than when I stand there looking down on them, willing the light to go out of their life, staring down at their eyes so that I can watch--so that I can feel them die. Because I revel in it. Because I'm lost. Because I wasn't breast-fed or because society wouldn't have me or that I was abused, scorned and hated. That life was cruel and God disowned me.Monologue8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
That I never watched a violent movie in my life and that my parents protected me and nurtured me too much, and when I saw
Bambi's mom get murdered in cold blood, it unhinged my mind. That Disney walked away with my soul and tha
Tommy 1337Dahl, your death was a tragedy,Tommy 13376 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I'm almost glad you didn't see
The rising of the new way to
Make your kids' minds melt into goo.
I talk, of course, lest we forget
Of the abhorrent INTERNET.
None of us could contain our joy
When this delightful little toy
Made little Tommy shut his trap
(Much quicker than a lunchtime nap)
And seemed, at first, to educate
Rather than brain-assimilate.
But years rolled on and our new friend
Became the source of ghastly trends
And Tommy, now at age thirteen,
Became rather absurdly keen
On women half cat, with huge breasts,
And arguments on which was best:
The Potter books or sparkly guys
(Those weird gay vampires in disguise).
The vulgar porn and RP games
All make TV look rather tame.
Over 9,000 pedo-cocks,
And fan girls milling 'round in flocks,
Dramatica and DeviantArt
Will slowly blacken any heart
And dull your eyes, and dull your brain
Until you'll never speak again
Save in a strained and beastly growl
As we eliminate the vowel.
Ode To POCKY.How do I love thee?Ode To POCKY.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me count the ways.
One is your figure,
nice and long.
Two, is your color,
Three is your taste,
oh yes--your taste!
just 'cause your POCKY! x]
Isnt it funnyIsnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?Isnt it funny7 years ago in Other More Like This
Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?
ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone
are you laughing?
Isnt it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
ISNT IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?
im not laughing.
ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.
ISNT IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards
OpenIf I opened my heart just like a book,Open6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how would you see me? Would you even still look?
Would you push me away and pretend I'm not there?
Would the honest me be just too much to bear?
If I threw away caution, let it fly in the wind.
Told you my secrets let all of you in.
Would you still look at me kindly, even still care?
Would you hold my hand gently and still be there?
If I looked at you with anger and sadness or fear,
with you, knowing the reasons, still lend an ear?
If I was to cry and fall down on my face,
would you lie and say nicely it was done with some grace?
With all of my faults laid out to see,
could you accept them and love them honestly?
The price you would pay seeing me under the light,
all the imperfection's and scars no more out of sight.
If you knew me, all of me, open and whole,
would you still say you love me, with all of your soul?
Would you look at me, the same as you do,
when you think that you know me,
when I know that's not true.
What I SawWhat I saw on that fateful day,What I Saw6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will stay with me through all of my life.
I have an understanding,
Why I went through all that strife.
All the internal bumps and bruises,
That healed on my outer layer,
Are still red-raw
What I saw, continues to resurface,
Right when I want it the very least.
At school or with friends,
You can still, inside, trace my beast.
Perfect little failureI slammed the door shut behind me and slid to the floor. I hugged by knees and bowed my head. A single tear landed on my designer jeans. I could hear the drunken high pitched slurs that my sister yelled, the broken sobs and pleads of my mother and worst of all the angry tapping of my dad on his computer. I went to my desk and opened up my laptop, one of the many presents my parents gave to me for being the good kid. Yeah right. I opened a new email box to Sarah. My best friend, I told her everything, well almost everything. I started typing, Shes back. I clicked send and closed my laptop. Why did she have to do this? Why couldnt she just be a normal big sister? Always there, ready to give fashion advice, help you with your makeup and give you advice about boys and school. Its not like I needed any of those things anyway. I was the perfect girl. I almost snorted. I ran my fingers through my straight blonde hair and rubbed the messed up mascara fPerfect little failure6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Guide to Self HarmWhat is self harm?A Guide to Self Harm7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Self harm/Self Injury (SH/SI) is when an individual causes harm or inflicts injuries to their body deliberately. The most common forms of self harm include cutting yourself, burning, or hitting yourself or other objects to cause pain to yourself, pulling out hair and overdosing on tablets.
Its a common misunderstanding that self harmers are suicidal and this is not always the case!! Self harm is not always related to suicidal feelings but there are some self harmers who self harm as a way to stop themselves killing themselves but theres other self harmers who self harm to NOT kill themselves and are not related to killing themselves, infact, youll find a lot of self harmers use first aid on their injuries.
Why do people self harm?
There are many reasons why people self harm and not everyone do it for the same reason. I will outline the main reasons that I self harm but note that not everyone self harms for these reasons, some may have
We Watched Ourselves Dissipatewe caught our breath with butterfly netsWe Watched Ourselves Dissipate7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pieces of each other's wings
that stuck in our lungs.
the sky gave a shiver and the stars
unsealed, their firefly cores shimmering
plucking them from the air, they slip
between our fingertips
and fall like butterfly wings
to the ground.
we conduct the celestial engagement with
our metallic hearts
that control this unsteady rhythm of
and staccato love-making.
like conductors in an orchestra.
our lives write the love songs.