confusionCant take all this confusion,confusion9 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
Ode to George HarrisonIts been a long timeOde to George Harrison8 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
This PoemThis poemThis Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will be found
where you live,
somewhat short of breath,
missing an arm,
for the way
things used to be.
It will tell
the story of a dream
watching a dream.
Behind small jars
and bay leaf
you will catch
its scent, and,
as you move aside
a thing or two,
it will look up
with lips that move
like an eye
all the words for blue
(which might also
be all the names
for wind, weariness,
It will tell you
what kind you have been,
the shoes you wore
when you were.
will be found
where poems always are.
SomeoneSomeone11 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.
radioactive nucleicrowning myself the king of epidermis is a blasphemous path only i would take on, smiling wider than the equator, i'm rimming off villages and pillaging cities, i want to gather more emotion, such a crusade can only end in misery and emulated breathing and off set whispers playing pinball between my radio socket of a brain.radioactive nuclei5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when the sun claimed the day and the moon claimed the night, do you think it was war? do you think they ripped out their tracheas and served their spleens for a sunday feast? or wait, is my definition of war formed around subordinate messages that my heart is sending my brain and earthquakes of my cuticles are splitting the fibers thin and wide, parasites are slithering their way between nuclei and cellular respiration is just fancy terminology for the energy i'm burning away on breathing.
tendons pulled from my fibula are being used as rubber bands and machine guns and maybe even to hang my swing from the bedroom window. a writer is a no good son of a bitch, abusin
Our Dream, One Perfect RealityOur Dream, One Perfect Reality9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You remain still; as I continue to hold;
The beautiful figure that contains;
All you are.
All that is heard.
But if you could only hear,
All that is inside;
Such love can not always be spoken,
Your head turns,
As I fall deep into your eyes,
"Doesn't this just seem like a dream?"
A dream I never want to end.
Could this perfection not be real?
If this all, a dream;
I never wish to wake,
Maybe I won't have to;
CincoMiré mi reloj y me mordí el labio inferior. Eran las cuatro y cincuenta y nueve minutos de la tarde y un nudo, increíblemente fuerte, que se había formado en mi garganta a penas me dejaba respirar.Cinco5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Llevaba a mis hombros cargado mi violín de cuatro mil y pico euros todavía me dolían los riñones por todas las cajas que había que tenido que cargar, en un almacén, para poder pagármelo- bien amarrado a mí y una bandolera repleta de partituras desordenadas, arrugadas y colocadas sin ton ni son. Ni siquiera estaba segura de haber cogido las acertadas. Seguramente se me había colado aquel Allegro de Fiocco que hacía tanto que no tocaba.
Iba muy nerviosa y para colmo al bajar del bus, justo cuando puse el pie sobre la acera, sonó la alarma de mi móvil y mis piernas fueron invadidas por un temblor inusual. Casi caí de bruces.
Pero en vez de eso me mantuve en pie y salí disparada hacía el conserva
TattooScars and markings,Tattoo7 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.
.remember when..remember when.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
remember when we used to play
hide and seek and laugh all day
remember when we used to say
there is nothing prettier than the light of day
remember when we used to talk
about dreams about life, when we'd take a walk
remember when, way back then
we lived to see and fall asleep to the perfect sunset
remember when, you used to smile
and the world could stop revolving,
and tears could rain down from the clouds
remember when we could barely understand
why it was fun to kiss and hold my hand
remember when we used to fly
and live our life and never cry
we believed staring at the sun would make us blind
and being a responsible was no fun, and an awful state of mind
remember when we used to feel that way?
wondering why everyone was sad when someone passed away.
remember when we were innocent
remember when it was taken away
remembering is all we have left
remember when we used to play?
the places we gohe wrote to me:the places we go7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that he sits in the gutter and he
looks up at my window and he is
there and he is not and we're
okay and we are
he wrote to me:
your silence is not enough. and i
think your feet caught the dust as
you walked away. and i think my
mouth was filled with dust
as you walked away. and i couldn't
say wait and i
let you down again and. you just
he wrote to me:
learn the meaning of wait. and tell
it to me. sometimes the flies belong
in the kitchen and sometimes i forget to feed
the cats and sometimes i
forget to lock the
front door and close the windows
when it starts to rain.
he wrote to me:
will your eyes ever stop wandering? will
you ever see your elbows, will you ever
see your face in the light i see it? will
your watch start working again and will you
open your damn eyes and start seeing
what's right in front of you? but my
lack of direction is like a broken
steering wheel. my lack of direction is
a map torn to shreds and sorry mea
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 Edward7 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!!!
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 Undone7 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
imitating lifeif it's too brokeimitating life7 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
Delicate Disarrays Ch. 2Youre wearing the dress I bought you. Edward noted as he sat down and handed me my root beer float. I grimaced and nodded, absentmindedly smoothing the skirt. He chuckled, amused with my response, Do you have a problem with me spending money on you?Delicate Disarrays Ch. 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I didnt even have to answer it. It was a fact. Edward was constantly buying me things. If it wasnt a dress, it was fancy shoes, or a necklace. He was oddly persistent for such a polite boy. He smiled at me as he waited patiently for me to think. He was perfect in every way. And unattainable in every other. My only consolation was that at least he didnt choose another girl over me. Devastated would be an understatement.
And of course every girl in this town was in love with my Edward. Yes. My. Im a very possessive girl, even with things I dont have the right to possess. With his messy copper hair, friendly emerald eyes, and perfect features, a girl would have to be blind to not be i
the things we'll never say.1.the things we'll never say.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
snakes crawl out of my mouth,
hands like sleep waiting silently
for me to give into them.
i toss words like rocks
across my tongue, skipping
across the lake, and we reach,
hands outstretched, for the sun
but it's a shame it's all empty.
listen, if you loved me, you
wouldn't try to fix me.
if you loved me, you'd paint
butterflies across the wall
to make me smile. listen,
if you loved me, you'd give
me handrails to hold onto
on the way down. you'd tell me
that right now, i'm a caterpillar
(but that caterpillars become
if you loved me,
you'd love me broken, too.
sure, you could say
i'm beautiful. sure,
you could say you love me.
but if you were silent,
maybe you could connect
the dots and find my heart in
it, somehow. maybe
you could open your hands
and i'd find all my dreams
in the lines.
so don't speak.
words won't ever say enough.
your first mistake was meeting
me, oceans in the stars and
whispers in our ears. we crossed
boundaries as if t
My AffairI appreciate your willingnessMy Affair7 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
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
Mi unico apoyo es...Era algo extraño, o quizás, más que extraño, desagradable Esa única amistad que traía consigo.Mi unico apoyo es...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gina se recostó en su cama profiriendo una fuerte exhalación. No había sido un buen día para ella. Más bien, ningún día era bueno para ella. Pero este se ameritaba ser el peor.
Escuchó a alguien tocar la puerta de su habitación y tardó unos segundos en decidir abrirla. Tan solo esperaba que no fuera su horrenda tía, pero, para su gran alivio, descubrió que solo se trataba de Max.
Lo hizo entrar sonriéndole apagadamente y fue de nuevo a su cama para refugiarse entre las colchas. Max se acercó a ella y se tumbó en el piso sin apartar su mirada de la joven.
- Deja de verme - le ordenó Gina con la voz ahogada entre su edredón.
Sintió un retortijón en su estomago al verlo de nuevo, sus ojos llenos de genuina preocupación. Al menos, pensó, Max jam
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
Never Hit a Lady"Five minutes, Lana!"Never Hit a Lady8 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, yeah. Keep your shirt on!"
Lana turned back to her mirror to finish adjusting her costume. "You're a doll, Lana," she said to her reflection. "The fellas are gonna love this get up." Tonight was the debut of her Lady is a Tramp routine, and she had done up the costume herself.
Sexier than the sequined number by a mile! Who knew that a dame in a guy's undershirt could be such a vamp! It still needed something, but Lana couldn't put her finger on what.
"Lookin' real swank, Lana. Hope ya didn't get all dolled up for me."
She jumped and whirled toward the voice. The large figure framed in the doorway wore a trench coat and a fedora. He also held a gun.
"Tony! You scared the crap outta me!" Lana put a hand to her chest. "What's with the heater?"
Tony stepped into the room and closed the door. "I ain't takin' no chances. Not after what happened to Mr. Calabrese."
Another step brought him into the bright light of the vanity mirror. Tony was no
un mal amorMis lagrimas son como sangreun mal amor5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
se darrama y no para
son de una herida profunda
que no puede ser curada.
¿Cómo dejo de llorar?
si la tristeza no se esfuma
¿Cómo te puedo borrar?
si no dejaste marca alguna.
Quisiera no volverte a ver
y olvidarte por completo
no te imaginas cuanto te detesto
me destrozaste y sin saberlo.
Me gustas... pero no lo entiendo,
siento ira cuando te veo
no soporto este sentimiento
yo te odio, ya no te quiero.
Te quiero sin conocerte,
te odio por no tenerte,
ni si quiera eres mi amor---
simplemente un mal amor.
the hardest parts1.the hardest parts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the thing about
I can see
you make a
I make a
we end up