Little Claire ObliviousClaire, the child in the big house,Little Claire Oblivious7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Runs through everything like a dream,
Wishes she were poor and everything were new,
Wishes she had needs.
Run, child, out of this world,
You don't know what it's like
When you live your life in a grave.
Don't go too close to the waters edge,
Don't listen to what they have to say,
You might just get your way,
If you step too close to death.
Claire is watching the world go by,
And she's wondering why, she can't live like they do.
"You know starvation is a virtue".
Don't listen to yourself you silly girl,
You're not ready for life.
Living in a fairy tale,
Don't leave the comfort of your home,
Happiness is beautiful,
And real life is hell.
Dig DugIt's the western frontier, it's the open range, land for miles, but who cares? The tumbleweed, the cactus, they are for show. The snake, the scorpion they're just here for looks.Dig Dug8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Really, it's just a bunch of nothing
Its desolate, it's a wasteland, but it's not that dramatic. It's just really boring. You live out here long enough, and everything that used to be quiet solitude, "alone-time", just gets to be the same old joke. A joke you've heard way too many times, but everyone you know tells you anyway. A joke that makes you sick.
That's how this place makes me feel. Sick. I can't stand it anymore.
Going outside begins to get depressing, staying inside isn't any better. There's no satellite TV out in the middle of nowhere. No, entertainment is self-made.
Yeah I know what you're thinking, and even masturbating gets old after too long. Especially after the cramps. And the friction burns. Maybe even carpel tunnel. I'm not sure.
I go outside, look at the sad, lonely horizon, mountains, or m
TemptationIt wait's in the darknessTemptation9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like some kind of monster.
I know it's there.......
Only because it talks to me
I wait for it
It knows me inside and out.
Sometimes it's a friend
but recently it Frightens me.
Then it befriends me.
Then.......it hurts me...
When this happens
I know not what it is....
It use to be a friend.....
Someone I could call to.
Someone who would listen.
Even now it listens....
not only to me...............
But to you as well.
Temptation is its name....
And also its purpose............
Saints and SinnersYou eat the sky, violently,Saints and Sinners9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
stabbing me with your saving dagger.
I believe too!
Stop hitting me!
Mother always said to stand up,
but i fell down years ago.
You kicked me while I lay there,
I told her I tried.
I said the "Godless" love too,
they just do not know.
So sue them,
but I believe, I promise.
What separates me from you?
I finally understand.
I was the open door;
you tried to close it.
I tried to be the candle.
you snuffed me with your
indifferent, apathetic tears.
Why don't you listen?
If I could go back and
change my thoughts,
I wouldnt. I just wish that
I could make you listen.