Poem: The Song of My HeartThe Song of My HeartPoem: The Song of My Heart4 years ago in Other More Like This
From whence does the rhythm come?
From whence does the tune arise?
From whither shall it fall?
And who shall answer its beckoning call?
Shall it glide in the growing twilight?
Shall it waltz in the rising light?
Shall it pass through shadow fair?
Or shall it be left in memories care?
Will it once more dance with the body?
Will it once again teach the mind?
Shall it never again caress the heart?
When will it cease to break apart?
Is it a memory of the past?
Is it a call to the future?
Will it continue its prayerful song?
Or is the magic truly gone?
When shall the trumpets resound?
When shall the drums beat?
When shall love grace the strings?
When shall the words begin to sing?
When will grace carry sorrow?
When will mercy overtake horror?
When will melody ease grief?
Why can't I attain this wholesome relief?
When shall it again dawn with morning?
When shall the moon recover her memory?
When shall the babe dream in time with the score?
Why can't I acquire this kno
I Wanted To Be NakedI Wanted To Be Naked11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to be naked
So I took off all my clothes
And stood in front of the mirror
In pink underwear and black bra.
I was still dressed,
Still perfectly decent.
I wanted to be naked.
I took off my bandanna,
Even the one that doesn't come off.
I took off my cuffs,
My rubber bracelets,
One at a time.
And dropped it all on the counter.
It still wasn't enough.
I still had the glitter of silver and black.
I wanted to be naked.
I peeled my nailpolish,
Chipping my nails in the process.
I took off my wrist chains,
Feeling my life leave along with them,
Feeling my wrist get lighter and lighter.
I wanted to be naked.
I looked at myself in the mirror
And it still wasn't enough.
There was more.
I scratched away at the scars
From my failed operation,
From my dislocation
From my wheelchair.
I tore them out and pulled the pain out with it.
I yanked the pain out of my head,
Migraines for sale.
I wanted to be naked.
Without clothes, jewelry
The Tragedy of the StickertreeOnce upon a time, there was a tree. The tree was special, and it was alone. It lived with its mundane brethren and watched life parade around it. In its youth birds tried alighting in its branches, but they did not stay, and in time no animal came near the tree. One day, a young woman came to the glen by accident, for it was in an obscure place, and no man had been there and cared enough to tell of it. She spied the tree, the special tree, and sat beneath it; she let go a heavy breath and slept beneath it. When she awoke, she felt as though a whole night's sleep had filtered through her, and she returned home, light as down on the breeze.The Tragedy of the Stickertree7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
For years, the woman would come under the tree to rest. She was a teacher, she was, at a schoolhouse nearby; and though she was gentle, she was under great stress, for the children were an unruly bunch. She was glad to live a spartan life, for it was her dream to t
Poem: I Still Love YouI Still Love YouPoem: I Still Love You4 years ago in Other More Like This
Hello young man,
How are you this fine day?
Have you made any new friends?
Has life gone according to plan?
Perhaps you have said 'I love you,'
To the maiden you chose to wed.
I've never heard you say this to me,
But I'll say it, 'I still love you.'
With me, you've been quite curt,
You have never had any regrets.
You have never told me you were sorry
Even though, I am very hurt.
As I sit here on the rug,
I remember our youth.
How every night just before bed,
We never shared a hug.
When I was harmed I would yelp,
After I would wait for you.
You never cared enough to come
You never offered me any help.
Outside you would bound,
Playing with your wooden swords.
You never offered to play with me,
All you did was push me around.
Because of you I built this wall in my head,
This defense has been there for many years.
I don't know how to take it down
So at night I cry as I lay in bed.
You taught me how to cheat,
'Twas a habit, hard to break.
The habit you could never end,
Feel itOpen up my wounds and watch them heal again, slowlyFeel it5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Take down all the stars up in the sky tonight, and watch them die
I can taste the shapes while colors speak so softly
Can you hear them?
Can you feel the crushing weight of an eternity?
Don't talk about forever
When you know the end is just a kiss away...
Rainbow rainbow, black and grey
Can you feel it?! Ha!
Sparks upon my lips and an ocean beyond the clouds
A race of human-robots, so much better at loving than me
I'll rip and tear at the mechanics in my brain
Until I'm something real again
Until I have something that no one can take away from me.
It's feeling, it's emotion: a livewire without a name
It's sound in technicolor
A dream within a dream within a dream...
They're itty bitty speckles flowing through my veins
Can you not taste them?!
Please slice me up and say I'm not insane
I'm not deranged
It's just that pain is absolutely orgasmic these days
And I know I love you
But I just cannot recall your name.
Sins with GrinsSin has claimed me with its stereotyped darkness.Sins with Grins5 years ago in Other More Like This
Lies have yet to shame me with their falseness.
Light has shone on me and I did not flinch at its brightness
I only turned away in annoyance.
I dont need your help from my sin.
I dont need the reassuring grins.
My will is strong enough, but I do not wish to change.
I hurt, hurt, hurt but it will spread out across the range.
I can move on, see more deaths, more births, and more sickness.
My mind will not be phased by anothers weakness.
I will shed a tear or two, but what is that worth in the end
Whether you believe you will go to a greater beyond or 6 feet under I will not bend
Ill just turn away sometimes fantasizing about your existence.
Ill look in your eyes only to look to the side
The intensity of the human soul is too much of a ride
For my shamed eyes cannot help but look away
In fear that you might see me differently another day
While at the same time I dont care
Thats why I look back, to
DustDusty fingers move quickly,Dust5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
BreathBreathe out your fearBreath5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Along with your tears
Then happy days
Might come your way
CowardX equals OCoward5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I equals YOU
Why can't they be there too?
Untitled ApathyI go to bed before I'm really tiredUntitled Apathy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I wake without getting sleep
This sick redundancy, inevitable
I miss you more each week.
I dyed my hair and changed my ways
But nothing could have prepared me
For the blow of feeling betrayed.
Liars, fake appearances
Her words were sharp enough to kill,
His ironic enough to put me to eternal sleep
"I hope the chaos in your life settles down soon"
Do you know how much your words still make me weep?
"I'm getting better every week", I say
To comfort you
But I know that no one's fooled
Not even me
And each day that I'm not in your arms
Just makes me slip further away...
The lights are dimming slowly
In the darkness, who will send hope out to comfort me?
Her lies, their accusations
Or his soundless, heartless silence
So thick and fattening
Oh watch me burn
I'll flame so brightly
In this hatred and this loss
Don't cry for me; all tears have already fallen and dried
In this desert of lies.
Out of VisibilitySuch beautiful script, but it says nothingOut of Visibility5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pretty face is all you see, but I didn't chose this casket
Nor do appearances mean a thing to me
So go ahead, get swept up by this beauty,
The facade that only eyes can see
But I am a shadow
Slipping in and out of visibility
You do not see me,
I absorb the light your form of sight depends upon
So that all that is left is me
A mess of invisible hues and tones and shades
That can never amount to anything
If no one looks hard enough to find me
Such beautiful words, but they mean nothing
When all that there is is feeling
That cannot be seen
Suffocate MeSuffocate me,Suffocate Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strangle out these memories
I'd bleed myself away for you
If only you'd help me to forget
All of my dead-end happiness
From days and weeks and months ago, still lingering: a shadow.
Like an unacheivable dream
I see you offering your phantom hand to me
Always just far enough away
That I can never reach it.
All of our hatred and our rage
Boils us down to meatless skin and bones
Until we're begging to be saved
From our own pointless self destructions.
My mind is a prison and a gift
If only I didn't feel so worthless
Then the echos that bounce off these prison walls
Could make me smile and love again
Instead of wishing I could end this.
So just suffocate me,
Choke out all my pent-up tears
And kill me off
So when I wake again
These memories will really be gone
And not simply repressed or stored away,
Waiting for another day
To show me all the disasters that have made me
Whoever it is I have become.
I want to murder myself
So that I can be someone else
Never Going to ChangeWe all like to thinkNever Going to Change5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That she'll be better off in twenty years
That blackened poison hearts can truly change
And that she's better
Than she ever thought she could be
Well, we're wrong.
Look at all the scars, self-inflicted
They go deeper than her plastic looks
Right down into her core
And no matter how in love she says she is
She'll always be a cheating whore.
Or is this goodbye?
No one knows how long she'll stay
In this godforsaken town
With little pieces of sex
All broken on the floor
She'll stick to cigarettes and needles
Avoiding anything more
Avoiding the truth:
That looks only go so far
When one day you will wither with age
And wish that you were better
And that you meant something to anyone at all.
Do the wounds you hide make you feel whole?
Does the vanity you portray really mean a thing?
Let's cut you open, just to see
If inside your anorexic frame, a heart still beats.
HimHis hand finds mine.Him5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A smile spreads across my face.
I feel light and happy.
My world feels complete.
He looks at me and smiles.
My heart soars.
We start walking,
and nothing else matters.
We reach our destination,
and my heart drops.
We must part now.
He leans down and kisses my cheek.
My heart lifts once more.
As I walk away my heart sinks,
grownded tell I see him once more.
My WorldMy world is right,My World5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet so wrong.
My life is complete,
yet it's not.
My happiness fades away.
My depression returns.
My life falls into place.
My life falls apart once more.
My smile fades,
replaced by a blank expression.
I was saved,
yet I am still lost.
The Door to the Realm of LightEntwined in ebony,The Door to the Realm of Light6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As if diminishing into an eternal,
endless abyss of shadows,
That leads me into the depths of everlasting darkness,
Enveloped within the power of supreme darkness,
I seek for abysmal light,
To unseal the path that echoes with whispers,
Detested memories in vast silence,
gradually devoured my sanity,
Like a Dark Angel's shattered wings,
Denying of my heart that leaks black velvet light,
Behold, surrounding my heart with rays of glorious True Light,
Capable to Crush and destroy,
by this small, yet strong light,
Concealed deep beneath my corroded heart,
That bursts pure flares of sacred hallowed light,
Like vivid pedals of rich liquid crystals,
Unfolding among elegance with gleams of endless ruptures,
Glistening misty jets of chaste white radiance,
Consuming the darkness,
Into the infinite oblivion of demise,
From this divine, forceful power of Bliss.
For I am the chosen one,
The one who will fight,
To open the door to the Realm of Light.
Golden SilenceGolden SilenceGolden Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With his victim put down, he sits to unwind,
But her screaming goes on in the depths of his mind,
For the sake of quiet had he resorted to violence,
But now he goes on still with want for some silence.
Nothing he tries puts it out of his head,
The girl's endless screaming although she is dead,
And though he listens to the din of rain,
All he can hear is her outcry of pain.
He puts on a smile and keeps it well-hid,
But the screaming reminds him of all that he did,
When his friends start to notice his nervous demeanor,
He goes straight to visit the kitchen drain cleaner.
He is found the next morning half-dead in his room,
The chemicals spelled not his impending doom,
Instead he is put in a small padded cell,
To listen quite closely to what the voices do tell.
It tortures him always like nails on a chalkboard,
All punishments are preferable, even the whip-cord,
He feels like the poor titan Prometheus,
With the sharp, raking talons of the eagles of Olympus.
He calls o
spell 21This rose that binds you both togetherspell 216 years ago in Horror More Like This
Shall be severed and cut into pieces
The love that you both once had will be diminished and then destroyed
Your flesh will be torn apart leaving your insides exposed, to rot away..
And only then will you realise I wasnt kidding when I said your life was a sin, and for that you should be punished.
Creepy Pasta: Friends?Let me begin by stating I don't believe in magic. It is simply a variation of illusions and the trick of the hand. For I am a girl of science, one that believes almost anything can be explained through logic. Reason I say almost is because something happened...something even I can't figure out. Now before you close this note, and get on with your own life, let me repeat that I only list the facts and the facts go like this...Creepy Pasta: Friends?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a quiet, sublime morning, which was a near impossible task in my household. Had it not been for the fact, my siblings were off, whether at work or studying at institutes, the home would have been a buzz of chatter and life. Yet the peace did little to stifle my unsettling nerves that creped along the vertebrate of my spine. I took to work automatically, eating a simple meal of cereal with a plastic spoon.
abstract politician soup???????abstract politician soup12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes more sense than the world,
maybe if some changes are made.
just put them together,
those odd strange figures.
will dipping them in paint,
change their colors ?
if we look differently,
will their shapes change?
Just put them together,
Those odd strange figures.
turn them around,
reflect them in a mirror,
add what you want,
will they ever differ ?
dip them in gravy,
mix some in salsa,
add a pinch of salt and some sugar.
will they ever differ ?
just put them together,
those odd strange figures.
Orochimaru's Angst. Really.Orochimaru's Angst (Really.)Orochimaru's Angst. Really.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN. LIKE, AT ALL. SO DON'T SUE! SERIOUSLY! NARUTO AND ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO THAT ONE GUY WHO CREATED THEM WHOSE NAME I CANNOT REMEMBER FOR CRAP. Kay.
I learn all this Jutsu shit, just to prove to people I'm not just that kid with the freak toad pervert kid and the genius sensei. And that superficial, hemophobic, cashless bitch.
And then, I get my ass handed to me, my ownage plans blown up in my face, plus my arms get all fucked up all in the same day. What the fuck?
And, since life is a bitch, I'm here. Angsting. Typing this with my fucking tongue. Kabuto, shut the fuck up. You were typing with cheetos dust on your fingers again; I can taste it. Kabuto, shut the fuck up! It isn't fucking funny!
And you! Fucking Konohagakure! Douchbags. Oh, and note to those three useless fucking ANBU jerkoffs who were waiting outside my barrier? Yeah?
Starry NightI look out my windowStarry Night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and into the night.
I see all the stars
burning so bright.
As I gaze from afar,
I think to myself
'How elegant is that star!'
I turn from the window
and out the door
to get a better view
to look out ashore.
A sea of stars
floods the night sky.
I look out in amazement
and say "Oh my!"
I see each star
burning ever so brightly
and I wonder to myself
why I don't do this nightly.
I sit for hours and hours
and gaze up at the sky,
then they went out one by one
and I wondered why.
The night had turned to dawn
and I looked once more at the sky.
I saw the last star
and waved good-bye.
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 18 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou