TimelessI said goodbye then checked my watchTimeless6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unsurprised to find it stopped
I wonder, have you got the time?
Since yet again, I have lots
a Dallas bulletridespent a few days in chicagoa Dallas bulletride7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not quite pretending
swallowing the cold
that followed us
sunk fast in
each piece (fit)
I fled from florida
onward calming coastlines
on toward arid planes
on to an
Learning to Let GoLearning to Let Go6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember kissing your cheek,
Right in front of your left ear,
Looking into your eyes,
To tell you just how plainly I love you.
I remember kissing your hand,
Falling in love with your smiles,
Even when I've made more than enough.
I've always been true to my heart,
One broken maybe too many times.
Even when everyone around me convinces me otherwise,
Love is still love.
It's NiceIt's nice to know that I can still kiss you, and that when I do, it still gives you butterflies. I like knowing that everytime we're together, I'm never bored.It's Nice7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
But most of all, I like having someone that cares about me, who wonders what I'm doing, and who thinks about whether I'm thinking of them.
a declaration, pleasehope for the formera declaration, please7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your habits hint otherwise
love or let me go
The Story of BootsieThe Story of Bootsie8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A longtime ago, in centuries past. I was walking home with my Mom. We had been out visiting my Dads best friend. He decided to stay a little while longer. But we needed to go home. Because I had school the next day. Yes we had school in those days.
As we were crossing the street, I saw a small gray kitten. I called out to it. meow Meow, and it came to me. My Mom told me to leave it alone. I asked her. "But Mom who does this kitten belong to?"
My mom answered, "I dont know, Maybe someone dropped her off."
"But why would they do that Mommy?" I implored.
She answered in a voice that conveyed she was getting irritated. "I dont know maybe they didnt want them any more." In case I forget. We noticed there was a
steps.one.steps.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first step is always
the hardest, like learning
to breathe and swim and wish
and sometimes, you sink and
sometimes, you need someone
to rescue you.
but when you finally learn,
it's like locks clicking and
hearts singing and holding
hands and suddenly,
everything makes sense.
you held sadness
close to your chest, content knowing
this is something no one
can take away.
and then you start to think
that maybe, happiness could work like this,
and wouldn't that be amazing?
realize that you
want to have happy dreams
to put in photo album memories,
and you want
to write a letter
to yourself and it would say
you are beautiful
and you want
to believe it.
wonder if black holes
only pull things towards them
because they're lonely
you could keep them
realize that you shouldn't
let your past
ruin the present
or the future.
the only ghosts and demons
chase them away, away,
i haven't found this
Standing In The RainStanding In The Rain9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing in the Rain
Here we are.
Standing in the rain.
And I only brought one umbrella;
Would you care to share it with me?
Put your ear to my heart,
It's calling out to you.
But you don't have to answer right away...
We have plenty of time,
In this colorful world beneath the umbrella,
Where you and I are the only things that matter.
Where we are free to look out
At our grey surroundings.
Their bright colors washed away
By the unending rainfall.
Like paint down the drain.
Should we share some of our color with it?
Our wondrous blues,
And elegant reds?
I don't see any point in doing so,
It hasn't done anything for us.
We should just stay right where we are,
Right as we are,
Close together under this umbrella,
And enjoy the view.
Copyright © 2005 Jarred Lee
The Protector's Hidden Roots2The Protectors Hidden Roots part 2The Protector's Hidden Roots28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is the sequel to A New Power Arising, please read that before reading this or else you wont understand what is happening.
Well, we have another job for you two Blizz said.
Oh? What do we need to do? Flame said.
Well, you remember the Hell Blazers and Tribe of Grass right? Aero asked, Flame and Serene nodded. Well their alliance broke off and a Civil War is occurring right now. Aero explained.
But thats not all of it either. Elegon said gravely.
What else is there? Serene asked.
Well, even though a Civil War is happening, there have been high tensions with other groups of pokemon. The Land Of Snow Clan and the Earth Warriors are the other groups that have been in tension with Hell Blazers and Tribe of Grass. Basically, Tribe of Grass and Hell Blazers are fighting in a Civil War and a wa
Nai NaiA vision cleared by the hazeNai Nai9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dream I have yet to wake up from
The solace is in the atmosphere
The haze on my skin is my requiem
Thinking of you
Wherever you are
A violent word
A gesture done from hate
Hate and love are fine lines
Salvation - Damnation
You need death to get both
Haze fills up around me
Vision blinded from the fools
A vision cleared by the haze
This is my story
And there's no way I'm going to stop now
Every terror within my soul
It is because of you
Where are you
PurgatoryA score of years you stay inside,Purgatory7 years ago in Other More Like This
A score of years you keep;
A score of thoughts you petrify,
A score of thoughts you weep.
Memories lost and found to you,
Memories lost in time;
Lost truths you seek denied to you,
Lost truths you cannot mime.
Mistakes made in past history,
Mistakes you can't redeem;
Mistakes you want to make again
Mistakes without requiem.
A score of years you carry these,
Mistakes you can't repeat;
Lost truths shall show themselves to you,
Requiem is what you meet.
LostI don't know, where to go,Lost7 years ago in Other More Like This
But it seems, no one knows,
I don't know where you are,
I don't know how far,
Till I get to see,
I guess when this lifes over for me,
I'll be able to tell,
If I'll end up in heaven, or hell,
I guess it was your time to go,
I just wish you woulda let me know,
Now that your gone, said good bye,
I'm not gonna let, any one else die,
Not but my side,
We'll get through these times,
Just tell my why you had to go,
The last time i saw you walk out the door,
I had no idea, it went end like this,
I'm tellin you ignorance is bllis,
You've got me lost in this abyss,
I got no idea, if your in heaven or hell,
I guess only time will tell,
When Its my time to go,
To say good bye, and walk out the door,
The ManThere he was.The Man7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing right in front of him.
The man lashed out and caught him on the side of his face.
But it didn't hurt him.
Nothing hurt him anymore.
He stood up and walked out of the room.
Under the shower... he could feel the cold water... bliss over his neck, arms, face...
He touched his face and winced... the pain was yet to come.
He could feel the man's hot stinky breath on his neck.
But he wasn't going to give up without a fight.
He held his notebook firmly in his hand.
Gripped it so tight his knuckles were turning white.
But he didnt care.
"Be a man." the man said.
"I am a man." he said he could feel the tears seeping out underneath his tightly Closed eyes.
He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter.
He could feel the pain... the pain of the cigarette stabbing at him.
But he wouldn't let him win.
He was determined.........
But it was his determination that killed him.
My heaven.Upon arriving, January had brought along a break in the heavy snowfall and harsh, arctic winds. The weather was almost pleasant for the time of year. Yes, the air was still frigid, and grass was scarcely seen from beneath the blanket of snow that encased the ground, but all of that was indeed changing. The snow had begun to melt, creating trickles of water, which then led to puddles, which had a tendency to freeze over come nightfall. Snow, in the process of melting, remained a slushy, very wet substance that could be found all about the roads and sidewalks; ensuring that the hem of your pants would be soaking, unless you tucked your pant leg into your boot. Otherwise, suffer the consequences: cold, wet, uncomfortable pants against your ankle all day.My heaven.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ron Weasley walked through the bustling crowd with a purpose. Head bent down, in a feeble attempt to protect his bare face from the cold air he walked against, his eyes watched the cobble stone ground which he walked atop, and he only kne
The Way I AmThe Way I Am9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't predict who you will become,
You can only shape who you are
And you become who you are,
By shaping yourself.
You are not who you lie yourself up to be,
You can try and convince others you are someone you're not
But the one person you truly have to convince,
When you dream you have nothing to lose,
Except not dreaming big enough
When you fall,
I will always catch you.
I love the smell of rain with a passion
I can stare at the moon for hours and still be amazed
I love blowing bubbles and watching them pop
I think grass stains are cool
I walk barefoot outside when I can't sleep (even in the winter)
I make up silly unrealistic stories to make myself feel better
I love crayons
I have an odd fascination with rocks
I write to express myself (I don't care if it doesn't make sense to you)
I bite my nails when I'm nervous or extremely happy
I act seven-years-old more often then I act twenty-one
I would rather play in a sandbox than go to work
tigers in cagesthere's a leopard under my stomachtigers in cages4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a boy above my back, feral creatures
marking my peripheries.
everything is made of hands slipping,
curling, gripping my thighs, of
cold glass on my forehead,
of two sets of bent knees and too much
confined heat and...
there's a blue gleam from the front seat
that reveals sweat on my spine and dark
curls sticking to my shoulders.
the moon comes and this space is crowded,
secret, shrouded by not-quite-midnight,
by four locked doors,
by one wild cat licking at my stomach,
and one who kisses my neck.
epitaph erasedhere lie the deep-seated sinsepitaph erased5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the hollow-hearted youth,
of the kids who lie
with clammy hands
and half-mast eyes
gripped by late night desires
and words carved into tabletops,
words telling of
wet cold sheets
wet hot limbs:
here lie the unspoken truths
of the insignificants,
of the ones who sit
resurfaced (sapphire suns)the thing is,resurfaced (sapphire suns)4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it had been different,
through cigarette-thin lips would've come
my name, wrapped in the scent of amber gin.
on wooden floors we'd be lined in light
again, laying so close. not touching.
if it was a cry for help,
nobody was really listening, were they, not
even your father, and so you left,
left in more ways than one, and i only heard you
when it didn't matter anymore.
the thing is,
you've been gone from my mind and heart
for years now, i've lost count.
days have been more fleeting than my own
inhales, my own exhales, or at least
it would seem.
the thing is, z,
time passes and changes.
my stars were yours once.
your skies were blue once.
if this is your call for attention,
these cyan heavens, these silver pinholes...
your invasion is my defeat.
absencesbut this isn't just distanceabsences4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as in space, not just distance as in
"i can't believe how far you
are from me, i miss you" -
this isn't just distance
in the way
that roads seem to spill over
hilltops for years,
stretching like skin across knuckles
but never ending,
this is the kind of distance
that isn't seen but instead felt,
that isn't marked by miles
or gas money and can't be pinned in two
spots on a map with red thumbtacks:
this is not hearing from you
and knowing you haven't noticed.
this is wanting to have you
and knowing you're just fine
this is the kind of distance
that knows broken bridges, that hurts
because it feels
like it can't be mended, and because
11 3i've been sitting under11 34 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the same tree for days and now
the leaves are leaving and now
the bark is peeling and
is this what they talk about
when the sparks all flicker
i've been stoned enough
times to be called a martyr and
my mind's been getting hazy
how do they expect me to answer
all these prayers?
i'm not a saint, i've just got
no grasp on sin.
a hole...I used to get a sense of somethinga hole...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when practicing pretense
a tangible almost
and on to the next
never mind that sinking feeling
"find the good foot forward (fast -
before it backpedals into the breach)"
for the sake of
is a thing of the past
along with half-hearts
and second chances
since solitude & I
came to terms of surrender
and agreed on white flags tied tight
with a certain display of dignity
silence is the new what have you
The Forgotten Room01/07/09The Forgotten Room7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could be the smiles in your eyes,
The laughter to make a thousand words to paint that perfect picture...
And still barely complete.
I could be those tears in your eyes,
Caressing the anger of a love incomplete.
But maybe I am just that reflection,
Of a simple mind,
With enough love just for you.