SomeoneSomeone10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I turned my back
and someone stabbed me.
I looked away
and someone raped me.
and someone betrayed me.
and someone killed me.
I walked blind
and someone misled me.
I wanted death
and life pursued me.
I lived in hell
while heaven evaded me.
I was scared
so someone destroyed me.
and someone turned them to nightmares.
and someone caused me to fail.
and someone relished it.
and someone stole my innocence.
and someone rejected me.
and someone took pleasure.
and no one was there.
confusionCant take all this confusion,confusion8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sick of this illusion,
Fuck all these empty promises,
Words have become meaningless,
So sick of listening to these lies,
Wanna be with you,
But not gonna jeopardize my happiness,
Not ready for the risk of getting hurt again,
Dont think I ever will be,
Put these walls up around me,
Not willing to take them down,
Dont bother trying to undo them,
Youre not gonna get anywhere with me,
I just dont care anymore,
Sorry but Ive been hurt before,
So badly that I still haven't recovered,
Only enough to hide it,
I want you, I need you,
But I dont want to need you,
Leave me alone before you hurt me,
Come back into my life before you leave me,
I love you,
I hate you,
Confusion has become my life
The Inevitable Fuck PoemThe Inevitable Fuck Poem.The Inevitable Fuck Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fuck the sand people,
and fuck them right now,
and fuck the camels too,
for a fucking fight,
if we fuck to fast,
we'll be fucked in the ass,
but the fucking fuck has to go,
its why we launched the fucking rocket,
to fuck them in their holes,
they hide in the fucking mountains,
and they hide in the fucking caves,
but what they forget, is our fucking ways,
we've got fucking weapons,
that can fuck them fucking for fucking days,
its a great fucking storying,
of fucking them up,
we fucked them so much,
they fucked right off to hide,
now they're fucking hiding,
as we fucking try,
so fucking the fucking fuckers,
and fuck their friends too,
anyone who fucks with us,
is bound to be fucked up too,
we can fuck you up,
its what we fucking do,
were fucking soldiers,
were paided fucking too,
we've got fucking guns,
and our fucking bombs,
fucking planes too,
so try us fucking on,
we've got a fucking army,
that is trained to fuck you up,
so when you all fucked up,
Subtle DifferencesIve known you for years.Subtle Differences7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You say were soul mates, you and I. You say that were spirit twins. Is that really true?
Youre a sweet little thing. Thin and petite. You have mysterious black eyes that prevent others from reading your soul. Your long brown hair fall in curls around your pale skin, hiding the expression you want to hide. Your fingers are thin, light, delicate. They flutter all over the place, as if unsure of where to land. I know that feeling, I sympathize with those fingers. Your wrists are weak. They werent meant to be brutal. You cant throw a punch to save your life. You were meant to draw beautiful things, conveying thoughts into colors, and shaping ideas into elegant lines. Your nose is narrow, and slightly upturned. Its cunning, proud. You stick your cute little nose in the air and strut around like a queen as your eyes dance with amusement.
Me? Im the taller, lankier girl who hovers awkwardly in the background. My brown ey
Happy birthday EdwardEdward walks into Barnes and Noble on his 107th birthday, looking totally hot as usual. He is wearing a white shirt and black jeans that look amazing with his white skin and bronze hair. His eyes are gold and surrounded by dark, purple shadows but he still looks amazing.Happy birthday Edward6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Edward walks to the New Release section to pick up a copy of the book The Host. He goes over to the shelf and stands next to a twilight fangirl with short, blond hair and blue eyes who is looking at The Host too and is quite peeved because she bought her copy for seventeen dollars at Target and the ones in front of her are fourteen.
The blond haired girl looks over at Edward, looks back at the book, and then back over at Edward. He looks down at her and smiles his amazing, crooked smile which almost makes her swoon. She is dazzled. Thats when she realizes, its Edward Cullen!!!
Fangirl: Oh my Cullen!!! Oh my CULLEN!!! OH MY CULLEN!!! Youre Edward Cullen!!! *Screams* Im talking to Edward Cullen!!!
Ode to George HarrisonIts been a long timeOde to George Harrison7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since youve been gone.
All things must pass, they say
they didnt know that I need you.
I try to look for my inner light,
my cloud 9
but Im just a poor little girl
and Ive got my mind set on you.
All those years ago,
when you was fab
you seemed larger than life itself.
But the buzz came and took you away,
away to the lord
because you really wanted to know him
and to go with him.
The night has seen me wide awake
and all Ive done is think of you.
I thought Id make it,
the day you went away
but I cant make it
its all too much for me to take.
Its not the same with out you
even though I can still feel you here
still it only takes time,
before I can open my heart again
Theres a whole lot of love
shaking inside of me
like a dark horse running on a dark race course
I must figure out why its there
while my guitar gently weeps
Hear me lord,
help me lord please
to rise a little higher
Why So Quiet God?She's crying for youWhy So Quiet God?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to save her children.
They are dying.
She is dying.
She prays and prays and prays
and weeps and weeps and weeps
and mourns and mourns and mourns
their quiet passings.
She whispers to the heavens.
Sunshine morningSunshine morning6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The sunlight is pouring through the gap in the curtains. The light slapping me in the face and blinding me. I snap out of my daydream. My attention is drawn to your unconcious body next to me. You're asleep. How I envy you. Blinking rapidly to clear the black spots in my vision, I remember your midnight promise. You said you'd stay awake. Because I never slept. Looking down at you, your body slightly curved towards mine, I smile softly. Lets hope it's the only promise you break.
Sliding slowly out from underneath your deadweight arm, I make my way to your bathroom. I know where it is by now. As I open the door I cannot ignore my appearance, the mirrored walls highlighting my insomnia. Dark black rings circle my bloodshot eyes. I wasn't wearing any make-up. My pale hair is sticking up at odd angles. It makes me smile because it reminds me of how little kids draw the sun. It's the same colour too.
My stomach growls, bringing me back to reality. I don't want to eat but I know I have to if
MotherMother6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She keeps magic in her pockets
tied to the strings of red woolen mittens
and hidden deep in tiny shells -
polished like sea glass
the soft burr of color closing over her eyes
as she gazes out at the dawn
creeping coral and rose over the garden gate
while the curl of fragrant tea steeps the morning into something ripe.
She is a trickster and spins gold
out of your bad dreams
and secrets she keeps for you
hidden in a garden that only blooms at midnight
where she tells you stories of dragons
and feeds you oranges and chocolate
laid out on lace, and china plates
collected from sandmen and angels
who got caught in the rain and lost their way
coming home from the stars.
She gathers your wishes in her apron
and stores them in a cedar chest -
wood fragrant from smoke and rain
the heady scent of lingering autumn -
worn in the soft hollow over her heart,
knowing their worth is more than kingdoms
or legends invented by princes and seers,
tracing your childhood on their fragile edges.
TattooScars and markings,Tattoo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
held as taboo.
Burns and cuts,
a worthless tattoo.
Symbols of cults,
of dreams and stories.
All shall halt,
no scars are drawings.
Religious and worshipped,
by the ones who are masked.
Each symbol, a prayer,
through skin that will rust.
Through wounds, red bleeds,
from veins of blue.
To deform a story,
create a tattoo.
imitating lifeif it's too brokeimitating life6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
don't fix it
pick apart the problems
put the pieces on exhibit
see, my pen breathes & bleeds
because my heart beats too afraid
mistakes made into art
in an attempt to trick my trade
a steady fade away from focus
on the flaws that frame this feeling
fact lacks the impact that makes
fiction so appealing
and an admission's less revealing
(w)rapped in a rhymer's guise
private parts don't rank so major
when they've been generalized
All diameters specified,
and written compositions
from those passed who testified
Limbs encased, and set aside
Windows to the hell inside,
The clash of when my pen collides
Among bass lines of hearts beating
Diseased seedlings dreaming
Screaming poems from tree leaf
doused in pen ink that compose
a foes defeating.
Clear and vivid harmful images,
enthroned in tablets depicted
in words fallen slowly
from my sickened grips
deadly when in melody
released in increments
StrifeI wake sallowly, allStrife6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sub-rounded corners and
disjointed limbs. The night
is a thready, uneven pulse.
Over the sea, an iceberg
breaks into flocks of birds. They
are only birds.
And still the sky throbs,
throbs, while all the wetly
breathing matter wheezes
in tandem like some dying
magnificent orchestra, like wind
in a skull, like my own
hunched body, which sweats
Romeo Without a CauseRomeo Without a Cause10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Watching him breathing next to me is like a lava lamp. Entrancing. I just can't look away. He's so beautiful with that film of dew and sweat on him, I want to kiss it off and lick my lips. To taste his sweetness again is it's own golden euphoria.
He always calls himself pasty, but with the dying light of early morning illuminating his face he looks like some sort of holy god of the underworld. An angelic Hades who still struggles in English class (hopefully thinking of me).
He's not a distraction like everyone says. He's the love of my life at age 16. Almost 17.
I came into school with the wrong haircut and jeans that were baggy and unfashionable. But y'know what? When he tugged my silk shirt and handed me the paper-mache heart he stole from the art room I melted. Right into his James Dean-wannabe tight jeans and white shirt.
He still smells like illegal cigarettes and the flowers he put in my hair.
The morning lark? I pray it be the nightingale because my curfew is twelv
EmilyI loved her inside letters, I tuckedEmily7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hearts and my organs inside of her
messy scrawl, her heartache, her doodles
of lost girls, of black cats, of razors and
pills. I sealed myself, my fate, I sent it to her:
Three stamps, and a kiss, always
with pearl-pink lip gloss. It would fade in the mail,
traveling 5000 miles
to her door, but I did not
care and the doves inside
my chest dared to break out.
I loved her inside letters,
I tucked her pain inside my art.
I filled my envelopes
with sadness, pieces of my hair,
my strange secrets,
my broken stories.
HansonHanson10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are they?
"We're just three brothers who want to make
Well, That is who they are,
and this is who they aren't:
They are not gay.
They are not a boyband;
Though they are boys who are in a band.
They are not long-haired.
They are not girls.
They don't have high voices.
Have you heard of puberty?
Yeah, they have too.
They may have a song called, "MMMBop,"
from way back when,
but people change, they mature,
and so do their ideas.
Their music has evolved,
right along with their appearances,
and their voices.
Flashback to 1997:
"What do you reckon you'll be doing five years
"I hope we'll still be doing music, you know, and
even for the rest of our live. We'll do music."
Flashforward, to the present time, 2004:
Seven years later,
They are still doing music.
What do you call that?
Now, in 2004,
One in his second year of marriage, with a ch
My AffairI appreciate your willingnessMy Affair6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forgive me and take me back,
but I didnt say
I was coming back.
Im sorry I hurt you,
broke all the promises
encircling the third
finger of my left hand,
but I don't need the
excuses of hormones
or mid-life; I knew
what I was doing.
Yes, hes gone.
You tell me with
pity that he made
a fool of me,
but I see the
triumph in your eyes,
the joy in my
your face, that
over the heartbreak
that I so thoroughly
deserve for making
Yes, hes gone.
Yes, Im broken,
my heart in pieces,
dust and ashes.
But if I met
him on the street
Id do it all
Hey, I love youHey.Hey, I love you6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yeah, my Lab partner,
My best friend,
The only one I can talk to.
I love you.
I love your eyes,
And that smile you make when youre happy.
I love your dimples,
And your laugh,
And maybe even your tears.
I love it when you hug me,
Because youre always warm,
Even in the dead of winter,
Even when Im cold.
I love that youre smart,
But you still need help.
So you ask me.
I love the butterflies that come when I see you,
And the way Im warm and happy.
I love the spark in your eye
When you figure something out.
So I cant wait to tell you
That I love you,
So you know why Im always blushing
When I see you.
Here Lies MerlinDeep beneath the waves of greenHere Lies Merlin6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the verdant English fields
The cold matters nothing, the dark complete
An ancient curse from an ancient time
Frozen in myth like a fly in amber
Locked in death and trapped in life
Alone, alone and cold, he sleeps
While cobwebs settle, dust motes fall
Carved into sorrow, his own dull tomb
As cold and dark as earth, he sleeps
Above him, the world is shaped anew
Cities rise and fall like rolling sands
Wood and thatch and stone and glass
Caught in eddies in the streams of time
Man follows man, age follows age
Blushes of life on history's page
And here lies Merlin, cold, forgotten
Beneath a world of soulless steel
To Fall UndoneIt is cold here, far colder than I am used to even after being here for so long. Time means nothing to we gods, we immortals; a year is much the same as ten. Yet somehow even six months seems far too long to be in this place, too long to go without running through the forests and the meadows, letting the nymphs help me weave wildflowers through my hair. Too long since Ive lain in the grass and let the sun warm my skin. Trivial things, perhaps, but they are what I miss most while I am trapped here underground, surrounded by the cold stone, surrounded by death, surrounded nay, smothered by him.To Fall Undone6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I remember, vaguely, thinking him strangely beautiful that first time he saw me in the meadow. Oh, of course I knew he was Hades, god of death, Lord of the Underworld. Death wasnt beautiful. Yet as he stared at me, eyes filled with lust, a part of me saw beauty in him. A terrifying, dark beau
Today, you asked.When you ask me what is wrongToday, you asked.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I always reply
and argue in defiance
"nothing has to be wrong
to feel this way"
When you ask me what you
can do to help
I always, always reply
get away from me.
When you ask what you've done
I always say nothing, nothing
it's not your fault
Of course it is not your fault
but you haven't done right
you should never have asked
and let me drown in self pity
and wallow in generic cliche
When I say nothing
I think I have no reason
perhaps I'm too scared
to let myself
think of the real reason
I decided one day
to stop saying nothing
and sit down
about what was wrong
and what was right
I came up with no
answers for either
because nothing is ever
right with everything
and maybe, that means
nothing is ever wrong
with everything with
I don't understand why
keep saying nothing
and nothing is wrong
maybe if I spill
enough words and don't check the grammar
I can say that spelling mistake
Everyday Ghosts1.Everyday Ghosts6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She hid her white Mohawk under
a purple umbrella she used to block
out the sun. She slid into
a bus seat and pressed her blood
red colored lips together. She was alive,
that was all she could ask for
at that moment.
The spiders were starting a family
on the ceiling,
in the corner. The paint was starting
to peel. She moved in, anyway.
She locked up the thoughts of you
in a small safe and
hid it under the bed.
She would not cry. Her eyes were
bloodshot & empty.
Three wishes, and that couldn't
even start to help. Three stars
in the sky. Three scars on her thigh,
and five reasons why she should move away
Away from it all. It didn't matter,
in the end. In the end
You kept appearing; You kept
A year later and she had a pet
tarantula; She hid Polaroids
of you in the dirt (with her skinny,
A year later and she was
pulling out her hair. She was
whispering secrets to her arachnid,
and wishing, hoping
you weren't alive