17: White NoiseI Don't Want To Remember You17: White Noise in General Fiction More Like This
Trying to get through to you is like trying to walk through a brick wall. You stand there with your cold shoulder and sneer at me, the venom spewing from your lips unlike anything I'd ever seen from you. I've been trying to understand what I said or did that pissed you off, but my mind comes up blank each time. We use to be so close, I just can't grasp how far apart we've fallen. I know time changes all, but I never expected it to change the relationship between you and I. Maybe I was too hopeful? Maybe I had too much faith in the fact that [I thought] you loved me as much as I love[d] you?
I communicate bette
Theme Ninty-Six: Storm Stormy LoveTheme Ninty-Six: Storm in Free Verse More Like This
Day in and day out
I listen to your
the hale that clutters your mind
and tells you you're not worthy
of happiness and love.
you struck me with your lightning
and I burnt to the ground,
flowing to the curb with the rain.
Then you picked me up
and your wind wiped away
my tears and whispered
"I'll always love you."
Catch MeI run and tryCatch Me in Free Verse More Like This
to hide from myself
as I slowly fall apart.
Masked behind cheap alchohol
and a pack of ciagarrettes
I knew one day my
mistakes would come back
to haunt me.
[I should've known
you'd be the one to break me.]
No one can see
the pain I hold
deep within myself
because I play it off
like I'm okay.
When the truth is
I really want you to catch me
when I fall.
13: Love Dreams Come True13: Love in General Fiction More Like This
You grab my hand and say, "Love is a four-lettered word I associate with pain and heartbreak."
"You don't have to be scared," I reply. "I'm never going to leave you."
"Promises, promises. That's what you say now, but who knows what the future will bring."
Pressing a kiss to your honeysuckle lips, I say, "The future will bring happiness and joy. Wedding rings and a honeymoon night. Forever and ever wrapped in your arms."
You chuckle. "We're talking to verse, it makes no sense."
"It makes perfect sense to me."
"How am I so lucky to have you?"
I smile. "You dreamt of me and now, as you can see, dreams really do
Theme Sixty-Six: Drum Like A DrumTheme Sixty-Six: Drum in Free Verse More Like This
like the beat of a
thousand drums my heart beats for
you and only you.
10: DistractionDistract Me10: Distraction in General Non-Fiction More Like This
You pick up my hand, wrapping your fingers with mine. "Distract me," you say, pushing your math textbook away. "My mind is being taken over by equations and formulas."
I laugh, pucking my lips. "I could kiss you senseless."
You smirk, your brown eyes glinting. "You could, and I would enjoy that very much. But...I want to know all about you. Your secrets, your dreams, your desires." You smile, squeezing my fingers.
I blush under your scrutinizing gaze. Biting my lip, I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I'm really not that interesting."
You chuckle. "Now, I know that's a lie. You're one of the most interesting people I've
July HaikuathonJuly Haikuathon in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
1) Summer heat
drives us wild with lust;
2) A volcano's fire
is not as hot as the heat
between you and me.
3) Whispers in
the wind, leaves fall and
4) Stars fall to
earth in a blaze of
night slowly falls,
wrapping me in black.
5) The sky weeps
for blood shed
6) Cotton fields grow
whips crack in
7) Lord, I pray
take me away from
8) Devils steal souls
to the rhythm of jazz;
new orleans heat.
9) Your kiss
I thought I saw you.
you were nothing
10) Bodies swingin
Stars And MoonI'd give you the stars.Stars And Moon in Free Verse More Like This
I'd give you the moon.
I'd give you the midday sun
that always peaks at noon.
I'd give you each flower.
I'd give the oceans full of blue.
I'd give you everything until
there was nothing left to give to you.
But all I've got
is this beating heart.
I hope it's enough.
Real YouTake me inside youReal You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
show me who you really are
unleash your true self.
Goethenheim race informationGoethenheim race information in Fantasy More Like This
Nation- Arcania – A nation at the peak of a massive mountain in the centre of Pangaia, made temperate, in climate, by magic and accessible only by climbing the mountain (impossible) or using magical gateways (highly difficult)
History- The oldest recorded sentient race on Pangaia. A highly intelligent race in the ways of magic but also highly secretive and scornful of other sentient races.
• Evolved from goats and similar hoofed animals
• height never over 5 ft
• males and females have horns but males have larger horns,
• medium length, thin sticking-out ears
• long thin tails with a bushy end
Cannene race informationCannene race information in Fantasy More Like This
Nation- La Pays de Campagne- A vast, flat country full of fields and forests with interspersed towns and cities.
History- A significant nation in history, always part of the grand scheme of the world. Many nations look to this one as an example of what to aspire to.
• Evolved from dogs and similar animals
• Heights between 5 and 7 ft
• Large furry ears, triangular nose, and a tail hint at ancestry
• Slight snout when younger but it grows significantly past middle age
• Many different 'breeds' means a vast variety of tail and ear shapes and sizes
• Males typically larger in build than females except
Caramellodetto race informatioCaramellodetto race informatio in Fantasy More Like This
Nation- Scena Zione- A picturesque country with many ancient towns and cities.
History- Eons ago la caramellodetto were a far different race of humanoids who were highly proficient at magic. Their lust for power was their downfall and eventually one member of their race cursed them for all eternity, forever changing the descendants of the ancient race.
Physical Characteristics –
• All members of the race have a body made of a magical substance with the appearance and scent of candy. Though sweet in appearance, consuming this substance will cause violent sickness to the consumer.
• Caramellodetto must eat, like other ra
Lovely knees, scraped elbowsshe wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovelyLovely knees, scraped elbows in Free Verse More Like This
way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.
she knows things that most will find useless: there are more
stars in outer space than there are grains of sand on earth. dogs
have over three hundred facial expressions, mostly made with
their ears. the average person will spend two weeks waiting
for the traffic lights to change in their lifetime.
she wonders: what if stars are just dead pixels in the sky? what
if they are specks with worlds living in them? that would mean
no reply.6:33pm:no reply. in Free Verse More Like This
i deleted you from my
phone. so goodbye.
[i wont miss you]
no reply. because my
silence speaks more than
words ever could.
[even though you never
remember that time we
were tangled and drowning
so far in our own
thoughts and love?
no reply. because i
know you remember.
[but you're not smiling
i left something outside
[its your heart in
the shape of a book]
no reply. i ran outside
in shorts and socks
to grab it before
[at least you took care of it]
no reply. you always thought
i looked beautiful.
look at the clouds todaywhen i met you, i stopped writing. i also stopped waking up to a face full of post it notes saying things like its bad luck to see the woman before the driving test, or my house smells like apple cider and bluebottles have eyes, or i've got static in my arms. i stopped feeling sorry and i stopped falling down the stairs. i noticed the stars at night could have a story and you could have taken the ocean and put it in your eyes. i also stopped writing.look at the clouds today in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when i met you, i stopped trying to be a nice person and just was. when i met you, i discovered post it notes and then i couldn't use them. i realised my house was not just a picture of a house
B.O.X.Bewildering Objectified XenophobiaB.O.X. in Free Verse More Like This
by C. Elliot Boyce
A cavalcade of mysteries
Then life, suspense, and dignity
Erupts from this tiny chest of wonders.
From on high we came to destroy
The possibilities in this small toy
And perhaps erase all our future blunders.
For years ago, sent down one night
Came a box, and in it our blight
Because of her we were fiercely torn asunder.
Torment, pestilence, echoed through
That box, infecting the world anew
With war ablaze like the raging thunder.
Newfound evils entered us then
Followed by the screams of the innocent
As we succumbed, the spell we all fell under.
Famine struck, as well as d
Graces of a GoddessGraces of a Goddess in Free Verse More Like This
Graces of a Goddess
by C. Elliot Boyce
In descent, life unveiling
A web of truths, thought derailing
Into something better. I ask to you,
Why do you taunt me, why do I bear
your burden, your cold, your suffering
Even past the glass barriers? And knowing
This, I look out the window, past the glass
And I gaze upon your face, out above the grass
And rocks, the gloomy earth, the dead of all
I want to take you with me, to embrace my fall
From grace into mania. O, angel, in your grace
I kneel before your majesty, tears on my face
That never existed until now. In the rain,
The fiercest storms, I feel your pain
Hanging on by a thread,
Mramorna vojskaGledam babo, tebe, i njih,Mramorna vojska in Free Verse More Like This
u nečujni bataljon opet postrojene.
Vae oronule glave i zelene beretke,
nadomjestie uzvrele, mramorne piramide!
Gledam te, babo, opet i njih,
svi ste na okupu, garnizon je pun.
S vama je i sedef, korovom zatrt,
usnuli bun nad humkama vaim.
Moje će ruke, babo, u zrak da se vinu,
ravno u vis Bogu pred oči!
Jo jednom ću dovu k'o goluba da pustim,
bismillom će ti ona babo, kraj Kevsera doći!
StaracČuje li poziv grobaStarac in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i zadah usporene smrti?
Stiu pokoljenja nova,
a tvoj se jauk jo Dunjalukom vrti!
Osjeti li u rukama krv
i postelje silne to si u njih bludne leg'o!
Tvoje srce razjeda crv,
isti onaj to si ga u drugima gled'o.
Dug je ivot za grijenu duu kazna;
osakati tijelo, a elju da'ne jaku.
Pokrade čari i blagostanja razna;
izblijedi mladost nefs istrune u mraku!
Prolazi vrijeme, a ti si odista na gubitku!
- Tvome postojanju ponestaje traga.
Dua se predala, a nije ni počela bitku
i zavoljela blato naspram ponuđenog blaga.
You are a cliche.One born every minute.You are a cliche. in Free Verse More Like This
One like you.
Jack of all trades,
joined at the hip
With whoever will listen.
It's the beginning
of the end
Of your life.
And you can't stop it.
Justice is blind
And they've come a full circle
Before they can see
Anything at all.
In the depths of despair
You dig in your heels
Take a breath of air
and take some drastic
As quick as a wink
You've gone from
rags to riches
And back again.
So in this day and age,
Darling, at this point in time,
You need to take the bull
By the horns
Kiss normalcy goodbye
Forget your clichés
And live your life.
Together, we'll dance, kay?You are wonder,Together, we'll dance, kay? in Free Verse More Like This
Like a planet imploding,
A flower opening,
A building crashing.
You are amazement,
Like a hatching egg,
A child reading,
A first step.
You are perfection,
Like a first kiss,
A happy smile,
A devastated grin.
You are man,
You are my heart.
And together, we can dance.
MortalityReaper of death,Mortality in Open More Like This
why do you take the lives of our fellow ones
so fast with long lasting pain
to all who knew them?
Why make bloodshed
the payment to our problems
and the deaths to the ones to
whose lives are just starting to ripen
into great fruit?
Why have war
and make it so like the drugs
we use to help ourselves?
used to solve a problem
that was born naturally.
Why have a payment
of blood and lives?
Why as an after effect
the pain to
families, countries, the world,
that we all would be wounded by
Why do you eat the souls
of our children
who fight with pride and honour?
It is as if you havent eaten
Striped PajamasEmpty hallwayStriped Pajamas in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Color coordinated trash cans aligned
Itchy Aeropostale hoodie
Thirty dollars, over priced
Nose ring, blond highlights
Chewing gum, synchronized rhythm
All together now
Compose a soundtrack
To a dialogue of insults
Unintended, yet hurtful
Cuts like a knife
The worst kind
Empty words floating in the air
Movements as intricate as a dust particle waltz
Delusions of grandeur
Terms of endearment
Scummy inside jokes about Saturday night
Terrible composition notebook poetry
High school girls
Vowels are BloodI hear red when words like "queueing"Vowels are Blood in Open More Like This
Spill a rush of syllabic cells running
Mad from my heartfelt face that soon
Turns purple and then turns pale
Unless a fresh donated batch of
"Aeonian" language breathes new love
Into my veins and drains from my
Lungs their carbonized hate
Otherwise I am typing without U
Bleeding from A to O until I die
During my consonant Zzzzzzzzzzs