SomedayI tried to get some sleepSomeday8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was too hard to think of you
And when I fell asleep
But then it was already Monday
Time for school again
In the morn
But I was barely awake
And when I woke up
But by then it was already Tuesday
A new good day
A class, a chance, with you
And when I saw you
You spoke lies without my knowledge
But when I found out it was already Wednesday
An emotional day
Acting and practicing
And when it was all over
And by then it was already Thursday
A surprise awaits
One I should have let down
And when I didn't
I had a whole day with you
But by then it was already Friday
I was happy
For a while
Until I heard of you
And when I did
I lived a whole day without you
And I waited for your call until Saturday
I felt betrayed
But I knew it would happen
And when it did
I cried for you
And by then it was already Sunday
While Waiting For YouFields of cotton against the aqua sky, my gaze followsWhile Waiting For You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking into the horizon as if in the sun I'll see your smile.
Counting balls of fire has become some habit of delight
Even without you here, I still feel your arms tonight.
Criticism speaks within their eyes; I stand alone
But yet I am not afraid walking on my own.
Because when I close my eyes, I still feel the lingering
Taste of your lips as they pressed against mine.
Echoes of your passing words are on permanent replay;
Hold on to tomorrow; it'll come someday.
Your heart in my hands; it is yours I hold
Johnny Depp Part 2Once Upon A Time in Mexico, Mr. DeppJohnny Depp Part 29 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me a tale of the Pirates of the Caribbean
Then you told me of the Man Who Cried
I told you of The Nightmare on Elm. St
and of the infamous Cry-Baby
You told me of your Arizona Dream
But I need to know
When are we getting to 21 Jump Street?
DisappearancesA conflict of interest; searching for loveDisappearances6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finding love. It's become some sort of business.
Fighting the current, going with the flow
No matter where you turn it seems
Nobody exactly knows where to go.
Searching for perfection; fishing in the sea
Gazing out the window and wishing
On this star and that star and just every star they see.
Will love find me? When will it come?
When will my life begin? Do girls just want to have fun?
Needing a constant reassurance; am I amazing?
Let me now play the role as the magician--
Oh look! I'm disappearing.
description on a summer dayknotted hair reekeddescription on a summer day6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of pears and chlorine.
that could breathe
on its own,
with the light
a black ant
crawls up my shoe.
RejectionRejection,Rejection6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Were all afraid of it,
We can't always deal with it,
Causes so many bad things to happen.
Burns our hearts to the core,
Numbing pain in every bone,
Minds scearming at us to just let go,
But we can't,
There must be something wrong with us,
What can we change?
An on going process,
A game you just can't win,
A story with an unhappy ending,
A life we don't want to keep living.
Rejection fades away,
Like flowers blooming in the spring.
We learn to accept ourselves,
We learn to move on,
We learn what we deserve,
We learn it's not the end of the world.
Rejection didn't win.
Growing UpGrowing up is hard,Growing Up6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's so much to deal with,
So little time,
So much drama,
So much pressure.
It is so hard to stay true to yourself,
It is so hard to stand up agaisnt your friends,
It is so hard not to let others get the best of you,
It is so hard to grow up and face reality,
Espically if we don't want to.
Between our friends,
Between our lovers,
Between our lives,
Why do people except us to be perfect?
What are we supposed to do?
How are we supposed to grow up so fast?
Growing up has too many challenges,
Many we don't want to face,
So many good things can happen,
So many bad things can happen,
Growing up is a challenge of it's own.
Part of us will never grow up,
Part of us will never want grow up,
Part of us will never be the same when we grow up,
Part of us needs to grow up.
whats wrong honey?you got my heart set on worry,whats wrong honey?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the volume turned up to the max.
darling why wont you reassure me,
that theres nothing wrong with your facts?
i want to believe what you tell me,
i want to think that your okay.
but i cant shake this feeling,
why wont this wrong just go away?
whats wrong with your smile love?
why does it continue to falter?
please just tell me whats wrong,
i want to help you get rid of that bother.
and where have your words gone?
why have you become this mute?
can you just please find your voice,
because im not liking this new you.
whats wrong with you honey?
why such a troubled heart?
oh please just open up to me love,
please let me keep you from falling apart.
oh whats on your mind darling?
whats up with your darkened complexion?
you know you can tell me everything,
but first you have to let me in.
No ChanceI feel nothing inside,No Chance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I have grown numb.
I have lost your touch,
Been stripped of your embrace.
I look for any sign,
A mere glimpse of hope.
Caught between life and death,
Brittle and about to break.
Where I once found comfort,
I am now left with despair.
Wanting to take flight,
With damaged wings.
I fall ever so quickly,
Smashing down below.
With a body so weak,
And a mind so brittle,
I never even stood a chance.
Jazzlike SyndromeDid you see the swirling notes?Jazzlike Syndrome6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our alien Youth,
your alarming number of arms
and fissure fingers where a
heart should be.
For those paltry imitations,
psychologically deranged, haphazardly
drumming notes of a pale origin.
This reeks of perpetual almost,
an awkward inclination.
Huddled in a fatal fetal,
an exploding toccata of snowflakes,
Did the temperature make changes?
Our angles crooked,
your deceitfully measured meters
and carefully petty lies
weaving a history.
In hope & hand, you placed
this paced anticipation.
Grown in gardens of twisted figures,
torturous notes, feel a resurrection.
Crumpled letters to the cracking crock pot,
this is the utmost
in unwanted ingredients.
Wrapped in failing feeling
and unavoidable collision,
presenting a past over future.
Did they feel this pull of gravity?
Our climbing solution,
your hours sing of emptiness,
collected resentments, and all
the waste of wanting.
Come for comfort and a comical tragedy,
pulling a penny from yo
Love Heals NothingTen months later,Love Heals Nothing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel that Ive aged well beyond my years.
Every once in a while, I think back,
and it still brings me to tears.
Sometimes they come without warning;
Ill cry over movies and cheesy television shows.
But, what really gets to me
are the things that no one knows.
So, I'll just sit and spit out static;
a cold caress for dormant ears.
Love, like laughter, does no true healing -
in truth, it fades & disappears.
Distance gets the best of us.
We cling to what's left, and it shows
in our small, shaky steps and the way we accept
second-best for ourselves, I suppose.
You dont know
what I went through that day,
and how it haunts me still.
Please, dont try to understand;
it's just not possible you will.
We as We are SeenOmni-feeling how false you areWe as We are Seen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be everywhere one perceives.
What red cold heroin -
What deer has ever pretended to do more then
stand and graze and run when afraid?
There is a place short of grass surrounded on all sides
by a horizon. Wet.
And we can stumble with the best of them.
The end all/be all of unconditional
found failing. Shapeless
like a promise.
Like a rabbit, stooped & shivering. Shaken
by the same shadows it once stretched
to frame its form.
There is a sound in, & around, the end of
Like black alabaster or a fertile dove
loved and in love with a crow -
I am their son pigeon. Eager to follow the road paved in crumbs
back and forward until I learn to take flight
out of the story book I'm in and on to some solid tree.
There is shade pressed against my feathers so hard that it is a part of me;
my feet clenching so hard that I, too, am a tree. Grounded.
All glory to the growing things.
All circles turned to dust.
All air exhaled
Dug In DeepStuck in a downtrodden state,Dug In Deep6 years ago in Open More Like This
crying loosely in the corner,
of how i can never seem to escape,
how these things always haunt me.
They swirl around me,
playing with my mind,
causing me to cringe,
pushing me down to the ground.
Proceeding to laugh in my face,
whispering of what is still to come,
the horrors i must experience,
the death i must go through.
it's all becoming too much to handle,
as i grow weak to a point where i wish to die.
I always try and hide my pain,
because it is so much easier to lie.
Pain is unbearable enough for me,
blurring my eyes preventing me to see,
why must i make you go through it as well?
It wasnt you, but me who fell.
I came crashing down to the ground,
and now i am being eaten alive,
down to my insides,
i become the feast for tonight.
I have been decieved,
for i once believed,
that all was fine,
and happiness was mine,
but it was all a trick,
an illusion of the mind.
For how can someone like me,
the poor pathetic being i am,
ever hold this feeling in my ha
The Twenty Peso PictureTwenty pesos.The Twenty Peso Picture6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Roughly equivalent to US 40¢.
It could buy you a fare on a bus and on the train.
A bottle of water.
A pack of breath mints.
It's not really much, but when you're poor and starving, it means not having to sleep on an empty stomach.
It may mean that for another day, you survive.
But when you're really itching to get home on a rush hour, with people jostling you to get to the handful of buses, twenty pesos is not very high on your thinking list. That is, until harsh reality jostles you too.
And that's when I saw him, selling garlands on the street. A thin, frail-looking boy of about seven or eight. Or (one could not really tell because of malnourishment), for all I know he could have been in his teens. Vague though his age may be, I'm fairly certain of what he looks like. He was skin and bones, wearing dirty rags that would not even be fit to wipe the floor with. Weaving in and out of traffic, he had his back to me. And I could see the plethora of fungal infection that
the fall of my glued-on hornhow I longthe fall of my glued-on horn6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for past pretending
in an everlasting glow
some fast approaching
in an image
to my liking
I can't find my own tone
your breast beats
best for none
and I'm not the one
you'll see my skin
and kind of
sings my songs now
your heart & hands
immersed in other craft
shaping your precious silence
innocent of bleeding
creeping under covers
truth is form is
where you find it
made of the best
in unsaid words
there's no joy
in forced rewinding
FramesMy bike is a vintage 1973 Raleigh handed down to me by my father. The steel frame I use to bike those forty miles to and from class every day is the same one he used on his campus, way back in the Bronze Age. Sure, I've replaced the brakes, the shifters, the chain, the pedals, the wheels, and about half the rider, but the core of the thing is unchanged.Frames6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It's only natural, then, that I was replacing the brake cable when I discovered them. I'd been inserting a Dremel bit to cut some sheathe when I thought to wear eye protection, and what should I find when rifling through the mess called my father's garage but a pair of glasses that could have been older than the bike I was repairing. Safety wear, to be sure; the glasses were un-lensed, but the thick black frames were standard eye-wear right about the time NASA was sending Armstrong to the moon. Instantly recognizable. I used them to finish cutting the sheathe and pocketed
H E L I O SH E L I O S6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what of the world
who built herself
slick fog-lit sky
all fallen stars
a rasped refrain
of tilted angels
purpose in perfect
rapt in foundation
out our eyes
and concrete can
of your pale light
- All I Wanted -- All I Wanted -9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I wanted was your heart
All I needed was you
But you tore my world apart
And there was nothing I could do
Please tell me that I'm dreaming
Please say it isn't true
Please tell me you're not leaving
Because I mean the world to you
What did I do to make you hate me?
I need you by my side
But all I can think of lately
Is why I ever tried
Because now you're so much
Ever since you've been
And it hurts so bad
To have to see
You with her
And not with me
I don't know
What you see in that whore
Why can't you
Love me anymore?
I lived for you
And I'd die for you
But now I sit
And cry for you
All I wanted was your heart
All I needed was you
But you tore my world apart
There was only one thing I could do
You were my
But yours revolved around
And it hurt so bad
To have to see
Because you were supposed to
Be with me
But you left me here
With a broken heart
And now you're lying
On the floor
And you're not breathing
I dragged y
SmileSmile.Smile6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, now you look happy.
Painted RainbowsShe rides on a painted rainbowPainted Rainbows7 years ago in Other More Like This
Made by her own two hands
It rises in the silent dawn
And at twilight, sets again
Made of yellow laughter
And purple rays of light
Orange, violet, indigo
Resonates through the night.
Oh a painted rainbow
From the crimson blood
Through lush green leaves and apple trees
All she saw was perfection
And a final color,
Which melts into the sky
Reflects the color of her soul
The paints will soon run dry.
Spill out a tub of color
And close your tired eyes
Bring happiness and joy to all
The paints will soon run dry
The paints will soon run dry.
SubmersedI try to break the surface,Submersed6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as my head is thrust down,
these waves silence my breathing,
engulfing my whole being.
All the lies and insecurities,
fears and doubts,
All i tried to keep inside,
now surrounds me,
i couldnt hide it forever,
as it now haunts me,
and even threatens to be my end.
I dig down deep,
looking for a way out,
for my soul i wish to keep,
my life to carry on.
These burdens weigh me down,
becoming heavier as time goes on.
Not much longer can i withstand,
for i rapidly lose strength.
I always seem to be let down,
for me happiness cannot be found.
I search the ends of the land,
hoping to find someone to hold my hand.
I wear a heavy heart,
and a bruised soul.
Failure is my only option,
and being a letdown the only result.
In a land of empty dreams,
and broken promises,
I go on empty and alone,
silently waiting in the corner.
DO's and DON'Ts of OCsDOs and DONTs of Creating OCs.DO's and DON'Ts of OCs5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm not a brilliant or fantasmically talented writer, but I know a decent OC when I see one. Or at least a non-crappy one.
I think we know how this works. Here we go
1. DO Try to vary your OCs personalities. In the real world, if everyone had the same awesome, flawless character, life would be mind-numbingly BORING. Also, not everyone is nice/horrible/depressed/energetic all the time. (Unless, of course, you want to use that as a flaw.)
2. DONT get too hung up on making profiles for your characters. Profiles are for procrastinators who want to make a fantastic character without getting started on the actual story. I was guilty of it too, before I realised how boring filling out the same form over and over again was.
Try describing them in the story, THEN make notes to help you remember stupid boring details like their star-sign and eye colour so you dont accidentally change them halfway through the st