The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
The Sons of Juniper: Only For You, Chapter 16The Sons of Juniper: Only For You, Chapter 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I felt awful. Emma was still crying in her room with Ryan, Lilly was trying to keep calm, Rosaline was with the boys, trying to sort some things out, and Korey was watching me as if I was going to break any second. To be honest, I really didn't know what to do. We'd called the police after we found everything out, but Athena still didn't know.
"Korey!" I said, looking up at my boyfriend. "Do you want to tell Kevin about this?"
"Kalyia, are you ok?" he asked, sitting down beside me. "It's 1 am."
"Oh." I looked up at the clock and was shocked to see that he was right. "Maybe we should call them tomorrow."
point of viewI lay awake..point of view5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sobs stuck in my throat
pain stuck in my heart.
the knife ..
stuck in my back..
The crimson blood trickle down ever so slowly.. Taking the pain with ever drop.
A tear.. Leaving it's guilty tracks behind.
leaving all the details open
leaving the evidence for the world to see
To see me shattered?
Or to see me broken?
My face flat on the ground
Just because I live in this world.
Does not mean I'm subjected to the lifestyle of these people..
I can care less about the popularity....
Because to be popular with the world.. Is to lose popularity with God..
And I've seen what the world is capable of .. And I'd prefer to live for Christ
then to live
with the pains of the
Because no matter what I try
I can always feel the blade piercing into my flesh.. Devouring me ..
Destroying me ...
And I need to be whole again..
I need to feel .. Wanted
... A part of something
And now I know.. The world can't give me
GodGod is our creator, our destroyer,giver and taker.God5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was here before the earth began.
He is kind and compassionate.
He is powerful, so powerful that nothing is... impossible for... him.
He is so great and loving that he wants to have very a close relationship with us.
StardanceI can see you when theStardance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the glow of the moonlight.
And I feel you when the wind blows
In the harshness of the cold.
All of my beating heart,
It cries out for you.
And in the wake of the morning,
I will see you with the dawn.
Bible Verse 1Every day, the worldBible Verse 15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wakes up to nothing but darkness.
Each never different
from the last because
the light never comes.
Then, He came.
each person by the hand
and said, "Hold on.
I will show you the way."
now seeing the light,
now walking the right path,
begins to wonder,
why did He come?
Why is He here?
He looks at each one,
and with honesty in his eyes says,
"Hear my Love for you.
See my Love for you.
I am here to Save, not to judge."
Each person ceases
to question and begins
to see the light of the world
that was once consumed by darkness.
Six Word Storymy mother kept smiles in bottlesSix Word Story3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Walk it OffI'm going on a walk.Walk it Off4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't ask me where I'm going, because I don't know.
Don't ask me how far, because I don't know that, either.
I'm running off my anxiety.
I'm running off my stress.
I'm running until my mind gives way.
Until it gives way, and breaks.
I need it to break into a new subconscious.
I need to forgive and forget.
I need to accept,
And move on.
My feet may ache, but I'm not stopping.
I wouldn't stop for the world right now.
Not with this tension.
I won't look back.
Not for cars,
Or the death of night.
Nothing could push me harder than what I cherish most.
When that's on the line, I'll do crazy things.
I'll drive myself to forget, so I don't have to think about it anymore.
I'm either going to be ignorant, or desperate.
I'll do anything and everything.
The only problem is...I don't know how far "anything" is.
Let's just hope...
It doesn't kill me.
Misled InnocenceOur race is obsessed with fightsMisled Innocence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet we are also gripped by rights
If someone turned off the lights
Could we survive only in nights?
Why do we always seek to kill?
Does it give us a thrill?
Together, we go downhill.
Is our race that sick and ill?
We produce the dead in rows
Broken from all our blows
And in this hour we expose
All our hate and sorrows
We care not for the dead
But for the innocence we misled
All these thoughts that go unsaid
And hatred continues to spread
Death of a Love.She hadn't moved from her window in over a day.Death of a Love.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Watching for the impossible was something that she was content to do. It injected her with the faint hope that she might witness some of those precious memories once again. Maybe his decrepit old Clio, chugging along and spluttering to a grumbling stop right outside her house, or maybe the bicycle that he sometimes opted for instead, signalling his arrival with the ringing of a bell. It economised on both petrol and his nerves, he had always told her with a smile.
His smiles were gems. She had always watched in rapt fascination when his lips pulled back and curled upwards, his left cheek dimpling slightly when it lifted more than the other. His teeth were slightly crooked, the front two pushed back a little further than his incisors, always immaculately clean.
She shook her head, dragging her eyes from the unchanging scene outside. No point in dwelling on what was past, she tried to tell herself. Nothing can be done. He's gone.
Yet, in a
John at 3:16Dear Jesus Christ,John at 3:163 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about JohnJohn who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you believe in Jesus?"
"Of course," I said. "Don't you?"
He didn't answer. But it was Communion that day and he ate your body and drank your blood just like everyone else, and I thought he had to believe in you because you were inside of him.
I asked him once, Jesus Christ, I asked him if he believed in you and he said, "I want to. But everyone says I have
WordsThe paper was rippedWords3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quickly and disorderly
From its notebook
Something that should be
Filled with beautiful
Stories to poems
Sparked from a writer's
And growing mind
When the pen sets
Flowing with words
Both old and new
Diverse patterns mixing
To form thoughts
Only to betray
Ideas taught to oneself
Or by others
With weird beliefs
Modern or truly not
Beginning to slip
Into a void of insanity
To bear fresh thoughts
And of future
With no one
Hastily created thoughts
LozinkaИсцрпљена немиром и бесом погледала је Јад.Lozinka7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Видела је то својим блиставим, плавим очима
јасније него икада. Поставља питање: "Кад?"
Многи су покушали пажњу привући, али уза
Me and youMe and you8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm a poet and you know it
But you don't treat me like one
I'm a dreamer with a streamer
That you threw into the sun
Now I'm crying and you're trying
To be free of what you've done
I'm a writer not a fighter
And I can't go on this way
First you love me then you shove me
And you think I'll be okay
But your blurting left me hurting
And there's nothing you can say
I'm an artist and you're tartest
Of all lemons on my pain
You will sting me but you bring me
Back to where I can be sane
Which you must do so I'll trust you
And let you sting me again
I am thinking as I'm blinking
To get rid of tears from you
And I know what you will show but
I assume what of it's true
I think you care and I do care
So I'll take my chance anew
LiliumTo the wilting lilies on my kitchen counter:Lilium8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I am reluctant to throw you out.
You bloomed within a day. Well, some of you. I snipped off your blood orange anthers with the kitchen shears, coating my fingertips with pollen before it could dust the slate and stain my clothes. Hand jobs are always easier to clean up.
I forgot to water you once. I'm sorry.
In the mornings I plucked chlorophyll-starved leaves from the countertop and tossed them in the rubbish bin. Your support system fell one by one, even as you still grew and opened up to the world.
Your petals began to turn limp and brown. I cut away the flowers that were no longer beautiful, but insisted the rest were good enough to keep – until they dropped off in pink clumps, leaving bare stigma behind.
There is not much left of you anymore. I putter over a few unopened bulbs among foreign greenery I can't name: small fading leaves and rubbery green leaves with velvet underbellies.
Still, I am reluctant to throw you out.
Architect's PleaLandscape Architects PleaArchitect's Plea6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
O Divine Master, bringer of peace and comfort, I praise you for the wonders you have done, Creator of the majestic mountains that Im about to climb, calmer of the sea that assails my mind. These words are not enough to express the praises and thanksgiving that a Beautiful Creator deserves.
Let me forget for a moment the things that occupies my mind and may this humble prayer of adoration rich your throne as a pleasing sacrifice.
Thank you for the gift of beauty, for the wonderful privilege of perceiving these kinds of wonders, a semblance of your wonderful nature. Who am I or what have I done to deserve this kind of pleasure- the pleasure of bringing forth beauty from a human mind to a real and tangible dimension.
Given this burning passion I pray, I pray that the plans my mind dictates from the beat of this vulnerable heart be in line with the purpose you had in your potent mind as you first conceived and established your servant.
May the b