Gray--Gray in Free Verse More Like This
Overshadowed by truth, overcome by lies
We feed the fire of demise
The world falls into the shadows' gray
Nothing left to do but pray
What will the children think of as they go to bed,
Pulling the covers up over their heads?
Do they know it might be their last goodnight?
The order of the world is never right
Misshapen by evolution
We live in life's endless delusion
Comforted simply by nightfall
When their shadows blend with mine
At night I'm not a trespasser
For all the grays combine
But when the sun arises
And colors start to form
It's then I am unwelcome
For one shadow is born
I sometimes feel envious
Of the world and its ways
I wish to find more people
Hiding their lifeless grays
As the sun starts to crest
Showing off golden light
I start to crumble away
Dying with another night
The sun peaks atop the mountain
And starts anew a phase
Of blessing the Earth with light
And conquering the grays.
If anyone can hear me
Please let yourself be known
It's not right for a shadow
To at nigh
Making Shadows--Making Shadows in Free Verse More Like This
The unspoken phrase is my dragon;
Able, ready and willing...all too willing...
To corrupt me.
I don't know how to say it -
To clear it from my mind,
And burden the air with it, for once.
It's like a shadow, in the corner;
Passing like a ghost -
But not leaving.
Able, ready, and willing...so willing...
To erode me.
Like a blister on my skin,
Or like the part of my mind,
The tiny, often overlooked part,
Which concocts nightmares.
Which makes me.
Which destroys me.
The unspoken phrase.
The unshared thought.
It's on my tongue,
But I hold back.
I swallow it down,
Hiding it away.
For unlike the block in my mind,
I am unable.
I am not ready.
But I am already corrupt.
I have waited.
I have known.
I have been here.
I will die here.
It has become home.
I am theirs.
They are mine.
And I would not have it
Fairytales And Lullabies--Fairytales And Lullabies in Free Verse More Like This
Angel tears consoling me
Screams and darkness holding me
You'd not believe what's identified
As fairytales and lullabies;
When you feel your joy decrease
It comes to me and rests in peace
When misery comes and takes its place
I'm the tears washing down your face;
I am the dark
A loveless heart
CatGal15 | 10:00 AM | 09.11.12
Cold Dead--Cold Dead in Free Verse More Like This
Your pearls of wisdom are fake, feeling smooth to the tongue.
You say you can change, but the trouble's just begun.
I have heard your stories countless times before;
I know you're only going to put me through more.
I see right through your thin disguise,
Peering at me with cold dead eyes.
I'm starting to think you're like any other guy.
If I leave, if I make sure you aren't near me;
In a place where I feel safe, and you can't hear me.
If I remember the nasty feel of your biting touch,
Then maybe I won't need to miss you as much.
The light in which I see you is dimmer now,
I want to make it better but I don't know how.
I only wanted kind words, but you caused me harm;
And late at night I still feel you, grabbing my arm.
A Stranger's Mask--A Stranger's Mask in Free Verse More Like This
I stand before you, as a quotient of hell.
Upon my shoulders, the burden of breath.
Pregnant with death.
Thick in my veins is the urge to kill.
I want to surrender, and do my own will.
My heart is strong,
And never wrong.
The temptation beats strong within.
They won't live to tell the tale;
Of how they fought, and how they failed,
To taste sweet victory.
A stick behind me, driving me forth:
The motivation, to keep me on course:
Their lovely screams.
I sit in a puddle of red,
All are dead.
What have I done?
I am just a machine.
Was this caused by my own hand?
I don't understand.
In the time apparently passed,
I had put on a stranger's mask.
I did a deed.
Made you bleed.
Never again will I see your face.
Too late now, to say some grace.
The guilt, the shame.
The obvious pain.
Their lovely screams.
Foretelling--Foretelling in Free Verse More Like This
The shallow waters, in which I see
Your face, looking back at me.
They tease, they haunt, and cajole;
Burning fear into my soul.
Reflected is what all we had,
What we shared within our youth.
But life is just a pretty lie;
And death an ugly truth.
The inevitable I'd embraced,
When I was a young lass.
I had looked within a mirror,
And saw within the glass:
The reflection of my past.
The foretelling of my future,
And the ghost that calls my name.
Overcome with such a terror,
I broke the mirror inside the frame.
Took the dagger I created,
Put it at the ready in
My pocket so I could use it -
Come to me and be my sin.
Reflected is what I once knew,
What I chose to sacrifice.
I do not need your opinion,
I did not ask for advice.
I rise and continue on,
Light showing in the skyline.
I saw pain across your face;
The promise of death on mine.
Breaking from an ancient oath,
Binding honor to my name,
And blood as I shed both.
Turning crimson waters pink,
Then clear as it
Deception--Deception in Free Verse More Like This
There is no deliverance, for my blackened evil soul;
There is only a blazing heat, and lumps of ash and coal.
This endless escapade, which drew me into plight,
Was lifted from its veil of madness - and I seek a sole respite.
A salvant for my aching wounds, which tear apart my flesh;
And goodbyes said to those sweet souls denied another breath.
Prayers float across the wind, and to my buzzing ears they came,
As children stand so watchful, their eyes cast to the flame.
My humanity's evasive - cold mirth fills my breast;
As those I once stood by are forever laid to rest.
What has become of me? Am I really so deranged?
"Find your humanity!" - But I doubt I'll ever change.
For there is yet no rescue, to come and set me free;
I'm but a monster cloaked inside the girl I long to be.
I dream tonight of winter's chill, to quell the fire's heat,
But insanity still nips at me, and pain still bittersweet.
Winter will not come for me, not forever, not tonight;
My humanity's evasive - and madness
A Secret Storm--A Secret Storm in Free Verse More Like This
Casting shadows in the light,
Born unto a restless night;
Waiting now for me alone...
With open arms to bring her home.
The youngest, seems, are first to die,
And they go rising to the sky.
Bearing no child, but a secret storm,
As she turns away her face to mourn.
A loveless song plays just for you;
It has many words but not a tune.
I walk alone to a shaded place,
And let the tears fall down my face.
Wasted wishes, dreams and goals,
For whomever the Death Bell tolls.
Darkness enfolded, I closed my eyes,
And then reached for the hidden prize.
But there was nothing for me to touch;
And I regretted it all so much.
Just you smile, just you wait,
I only need to pass the gate.
Save yourself distempered lorn,
And know I will one day be born.
Keep holding on to faith and mirth;
Your strength will bring me back to Earth.
Instead of saying your goodbyes,
Come watch me falling from the sky.
CatGal15 | 1:15 AM | 01.29.13
Sticks And Stones--Sticks And Stones in Free Verse More Like This
One day I was walking toward my son's grave,
He had never seen me cry.
And as I got closer I became less brave,
For I remembered the day he'd died.
I remembered the date and time,
As well as the phone call I had gotten.
His car had skidded off the road
And lay totalled at the bottom.
Time has since withdrawn the pain,
But has turned my life to dust.
Sticks and stones, they make my bones;
My blood has turned to rust.
I no longer hear the laughter of happy children at play,
All happy sounds have gone away.
I have been blind for quite some time
And have nothing new to say.
My life is so routinely,
So quiet and so dark.
Sticks and stones, they make my bones
And a wall's replaced my heart.
The food all tastes like cardboard,
I often try to rest.
There is no point to living -
I've become statuesque.
The good always die young and he was better than the best.
CatGal15 | 1:30 AM | 05.03.12
Absence--Absence in Free Verse More Like This
Silent as death, a new era born
You left this life and here I mourn
For your absence
Dark as blind, a new era born
Your absence on me shall adorn
I can feel you here sometimes
In my heart and in my mind
What am I not to see?
What is this absence hiding from me?
Silent as death, dark as blind
So many terms come to my mind
For your absence
I no longer can bear
The emptiness I see
Your absence shall adorn on me
Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down
Dead PromisesMelinda Downey crept quietly into the room. Jonathan sat by the bed, slowly trailing his fingers through the Riddler's limp hair. The Prince of Puzzle's expression was calm, peaceful even, as if he were just sleeping.Dead Promises in Drama More Like This
But the Scarecrow's face was anything but a picture of tranquility.
His features were grim, his expression a mixture of anger and grief.
But it was his eyes that captured Roulette's attention the most.
The blue of the irises seemed to blaze like an icy fire against the suffocating blackness of the pupils, which seemed wider than normal, and suddenly Melinda was struck by the irrational idea that if she came any closer she might get sucked in and never find her way out again.
It was terrifying.
Then, in an almost controlled motion, Jonathan carefully withdrew his hand from the Riddler's hair, letting the red-orange strands slip, one by one, through his slender fingers, only to let his hand drop to the Prince of Puzzle's face, sliding the tip of his index finger very softly
Panic"Jon?"Panic in Horror More Like This
Jonathan Crane turned from his lab table at the sound of his name. He recognized the voice, but the tone was different. It sounded fragile bordering on fear.
The Scarecrow looked at the person it came from and saw Edward Nygma, standing in the doorway, rubbing his arms as if he was freezing, although Jonathan kept his lair quite warm.
From his distance, it looked to the Master of Fear like Eddie was trembling slightly. The Scarecrow's face grew somber, realizing what this meant and he stepped forward.
Instantly Eddie took a step back, his eyes terrified and pleading at the same time.
Bending slightly so he was at eye-level with the Riddler, Jonathan spoke calmly, holding his arms. "Eddie, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe."
The Riddler regarded the Scarecrow cautiously, his breath coming fast now and spasmodically.
Jonathan looked back at him, keeping his gaze even and calm. "Eddie," he whispered, "I'm here."
The Prince of Puzzles hesitated another moment
Spaghetti"Ok, Geffie. Open wide "Spaghetti in Humor More Like This
Geoffrey Tetch stared, wide-eyed at the meatball that his 'Uncle Eddie' was trying to feed him.
Watching from a corner, Jonathan Crane snorted. "He can't eat that, Edward. It's too big. You have to cut it up."
Eddie frowned at the Master of Fear, annoyed. "It is not that big."
"Yes, it is! Look at it! It's as big as one of his eyes! And that's pretty big. Don't give it to him, he'll choke."
Eddie huffed and broke the meatball in half.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "That's still too big."
"Nonsense! I have heard him scream! How small could his windpipe possibly be?"
"About as big as your brain " Jonathan muttered.
The Riddler stood, hands on hips, meatball forgotten. "What was that?"
"I said," Jonathan enunciated deliberately, "That your brain is as small as his windpipe."
"Well!" Eddie exclaimed, leaning forward slightly. "If my brain is so 'small', then how come I'm smarter than you?"
"Simple." Jonathan said, examining his cuticles, "You're not.
ReformHe told him as they lay beneath the stars in the field just outside city limits. Despite the fact that his compulsion to devise and solve riddles was all but gone, Edward Nygma still had some small compulsions, his need to be clean being one of them, though his OCD wasn't as bad, now.Reform in Romance More Like This
He still loved that white sheet that Jonathan Crane had bought him so long ago.
They were curled on it now, entwined in what was more of a companionable embrace than a passionate one.
"I've made a decision." Jonathan murmured into Eddie's hair, saying the words quickly as if afraid they would be snatched away if he didn't.
Eddie shifted slightly, looking into Jonathan's eyes, their foreheads pressed together softly.
Jonathan smiled softly. "I I've decided to reform."
The former Riddler blinked, studying his features. "Reform? Are you sure?" His hopeful expression betrayed his need of an answer and Jonathan stroked his face gently. "Yes. It isn't the same without you and I hate having
Still With MeThey don't get itStill With Me in Free Verse More Like This
They don't see
The simple fact: you set me free
And I'm alright, with you tonight
Maybe there was once a time
When I thought that I'd be fine
But now that isn't true
Everything will be alright
Just hold me in your arms tonight
Show me what love means
I just want to see
What is friendship?
What is hope?
What is kindness?
Won't you show
Me what is means
To just breathe
I want to see
Please set me free
I need to see
You're still with me
But I know it will be ok
Even if we're a little insane
And I know you understand
If I need to hold your hand
So won't you help this helpless cause
Please try to ignore all my flaws
But you just smile and hug me tight
And I'm alright with you tonight.
Of Mutants and Men Ch. 2Of Mutants and Men Ch. 2 in Drama More Like This
He was floating, then drowning, in a sea of confusion.
Yet, even through the haze of disorientation, he came to know two central facts.
One- he couldn't move. Two- he hurt. All over.
Varying degrees of pain flooded through him, sometimes, a violent, throbbing agony, other times, only a persistent, dull ache.
Once, he felt something like a cool cloth over his body, taking the pain away for a brief moment.
Every once in awhile, he thought he could hear snatches of conversation.
But, the content of it was so absurd, that he knew it must have just been his imagination.
"I do not know what he was doing, Professor, but I cleaned and bandaged him. Not all of that blood was his, thank goodness, but he is very weak."
"Thank you, Ororo." a soft voice with a slight British accent replied, its gentle tones nearly soothing him further into unconsciousness.
But, the next words filled his mind with confusion.
"I shall try to find what he was up to in his thoughts. Perhaps, he was attacked."
Jonathan Crane's Journal 17"Jon, I'm not sure this is going to work "Jonathan Crane's Journal 17 in Humor More Like This
"SHH it'll be fine."
Jonathan Crane carefully crept up to the back door of the old house and listened.
Silence. Just as he'd predicted.
Tapping Edward Nygma on the shoulder, he motioned to the lock. Eddie, who still remained unconvinced about the whole thing, shook his head.
Jonathan scowled and mimed something to the affect of 'I'm going to make you stay here until you pick this lock. And I can stay a long time'.
After a bit of silent arguing, the Prince of Puzzles finally acquiesced and pushed past Jonathan, picking the lock with such ease, it was almost elegant.
The Master of Fear chuckled evilly and swiftly pushed the door open, pulling the Riddler in after him before he could protest. Swiftly trotting down the hall, the Scarecrow stopped and flung open a door.
And there it was.
The mother of all laboratories.
"This was your 'plan'?" Eddie scoffed, looking around the Scarecrow.
True LoveEdward Nygma sighed and glanced at his watch. They had been here two hours.True Love in Humor More Like This
He looked over at Jonathan, who was chuckling gleefully.
"Oooo I like that and this .hehehehehe .I'm checking you out and you too 'cause everybody knows that two is better than one hehehehehe "
Eddie smacked his palm over his face.
"Jonathan, will you quit talking to the books?! Because it is really starting to freak me out."
The Master of Fear huffed, cradling two large books in his arms and turning to glare at the Riddler. "Excuse me? I'm kind of checking some books out here!"
Eddie rolled his eyes. "'checking out' is right " he mumbled under his breath. "Can we leave, please? People are staring."
Jonathan scowled. "I'm not leaving until I'm good and ready! Now quit fussing, I'm busy." The Scarecrow absentmindedly stroked the spine of one of the books as he said this and Eddie fought the urge to gag. Turning away, he headed for the magazine section of the
Let the Games BeginLet the Games Begin in Drama More Like This
He was on a game show.
He was on a game show!
Edward Nygma grinned. Practically every gameshow on the air could recognize him and turn him away as an unfair contestant, but now he was finally on one!
Actually it was a bit strange. He didn't remember coming here
"Hello, and welcome to Brain Trust, the hottest new game show in town! I'm your host: Jack Jokem!"
Eddie smirked. The name sounded fake. Still, the man did look sort of familiar
The host turned, black hair glistening almost dark green under the stage lights and grinned.
Eddie almost took a step back. He knew that smile. Everyone knew that smile.
"Well, now." Jack said, still grinning. "Today's contestant is the brilliant Edward Nygma!"
The Riddler smiled, forgetting his qualms as his ego was stroked. "The one and only."
"Of course." Jack purred. "Now, let me tell you how this works. First, you'll answer a question and, if you answer correctly, you can choose among several fabulous prizes! Are you ready?"
Past and FuturePast and Future in Drama More Like This
He wiped a hand across his forehead as he stumbled through the field.
It was so hot.
The Georgia sun beat down on him, and he longed for relief, but he was looking for something
His mind searched for a thought, a word, an image but nothing came.
Maybe he would know it when he saw it
Suddenly, he heard something.
A soft sound but one full of terror and anguish.
Pushing forward, he peered through the tall cornstalks into a small clearing in the field. Barely three feet in front of him, a tattered scarecrow stood, hanging on a large wooden post in the center of the clearing.
But that wasn't what he was focused on.
Just below the scarecrow, a small, extremely thin boy lay, curled into a tight ball and shaking as heavy sobs rattled his scrawny body.
Despite his obvious height, the boy couldn't have been more than ten, but even so, he suddenly knew exactly who this child was and why he was out here.
Slowly, he stepped into the clearing, walking to the boy and k
UnderstandingI don't understand you,Understanding in Free Verse More Like This
you are both a mystery and a
wonder to me.
You don't understand me
I am both an open book and a
closed door to you.
They don't understand us
we are solid, yet a liquid
spill of contradictions.
We don't understand them,
with their thick walls and
their strict choppy sentences
Walls, thick walls between
periods filling space.
But beyond the confines of
they know nothing about us.
My Name IsMy name is IsabellaMy Name Is in Free Verse More Like This
I love rainbows and gay pride
and sometimes when I write, I get
too excited and write the first
letter of the next word in place of
the last letter to the
My name is Isabella Claire
I like people, all sorts of people
except for judgmental people.
Judgmental people scare me.
They are usually "normal."
"Normal" scares me.
My name is Isabella Claire Sdao
and I think all girls with
kind and loving hearts are
For EachotherShe is the woman who pines for a manFor Eachother in Free Verse More Like This
to love her back, the woman who wishes
upon every meteor that passes over her
leaving stardust in its tracks, as
she lies upon a blanket at night,
her tears, the composer for the chorus
of crickets that lull her to sleep
wrapped in the warm summer breeze.
He is the man who lies alone in his
beige room with watering eyes that cloud
his vision as he tries to memorize the
Periodic Table he's taped to his ceiling
the man who refuses to allow himself to
believe a woman like her could ever love
somebody like him. The man who refuses to
allow himself to be loved by a woman
as radiant as her.
HungerI'm hungry. So hungry. But no! I have to feed the growing monster which lives in my mind, that fights the other monster which lives on the empty pit of my malnourished body.Hunger in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm so hungry, but I cannot be weak anymore, I must be strong and kill the monster which has controlled my body. But I'm doing this by her help, the sinister friend which lives in my mind,, telling me how to fight the monster which has exploded in the form of my body growing bigger, and bigger along with the monster which lives in my mind.
She's killing me. Slowly killing me. I'm hungry, so hungry, I want her gone out of my mind. But I know I can't beat the monster which lives in my body without her.
JealousyDon't listen to what they say.Jealousy in Free Verse More Like This
Jealousy is such a bitter tongue
to talk in.
Don't listen to a word they say
they only talk to try to get
the bitter taste of jealousy
out of their mouths.
On the WallAgainst the wall, breathing heavily, gripping the rocks. Don't look down, it's too far down, you're on a rope, I have hope.On the Wall in Free Verse More Like This
Fighting him every step and grip I have on the rock. I see him laughing and it only makes me more determined to prove him wrong.
I hear his degrading insults in the back of my mind. His taunts and jeers ring through my ears, and that only makes me want to fight harder.
I slip a bit and fall, the harness catches me, struck back to reality, I look up, he's there, laughing, "you can't do it"
With every climbing step I take, my anger grows stronger. I am not the girl he says I am.
I Want itI want it, until I see him.I Want it in Free Verse More Like This
He is unmoving
Laying on the yellow line
I get down on the ground
And lay next to him
And he says,
"Look at the stars,
They're so pretty"
His friends stand above him, laughing.
I shine light in his eyes
Dilated, of course.
I search his pockets,
I find what I'm looking for,
And I I leave him,
Knowing he'll follow me,
When he realizes what I took,
And when he finally does,
He gets up,
And walks to safety,
And I give it back,
I don't want it any more.
A Voice Loud EnoughDo I have the voice loudA Voice Loud Enough in Free Verse More Like This
enough to stand on stage,
or at the stand, point to him
"It was him"
Do I have the voice, strong
enough to spill my story to
the sea of submissive faces,
frightened by my fearless act
or fearful depending on the way
you look at it.
But don't be silly
My voice is not loud enough nor
stronger than his.
And my heart is not courageous
enough to stand up and spill
CharactersWhat if we are just characters in a novel being writtenCharacters in Free Verse More Like This
by another's great mind?
What if we exist only in the mind of somebody above us?
What if we are just figments of a dark mind, who
writes novels with no happy endings?
Upon recognizing this possibility, my spirit recoils.
I feel a sharp pain in my chest, in my heart, in another
chamber, unknown to me, has opened to allow
the dark demons in, to rip apart the things I hold
most dear to me with their fire-laced talons
'Let it Be' The BeatlesThe word "no" carved into my right arm,'Let it Be' The Beatles in Free Verse More Like This
with a knife, self injury, self destruction,
self mutilation, singing "let it be"
trying not to make another mark on my wrist
"Let it Be" put down the knife.
Close your eyes, and
Let it be
Don't pretend it doesn't hurt, just let it be.
"Whisper words of wisdom, let it be"
Close your eyes and let it be.
Put down the knife and let it be
"There will be an answer, let it be"
The song ends.
Put down the knife. Smile.
You don't need that.
You've got strength on your side.
You can make it.
Someone needs you. Let it be.
TreesTrees in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
DriftwoodDriftwood in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
MaelstromI smell winterMaelstrom in Free Verse More Like This
in your bloodline,
the thick throttle of crimson
trapping the snow
and the crows' last laugh
stretching out the wires
taut and high over me.
I smell the cold
in the trees
where your face still hangs
caught like antlers,
weed-boned and blank
in the thin sunshine
of a drowning man.
And your kisses
still reek of snow -
frost chewing through my tongue,
cleaving to your smile,
blemished and beaming
in the surly light
left dying under your thumb
caught in my maelstrom.
BrotherMy reluctant brother -Brother in Free Verse More Like This
grey suited hair
and that scar
beating on your lip
like an unfortunate rhyme -
long have I thought of you.
Your pockets are shallow wastrels
and in the crisp folds
of your trousers,
I find that time
is a leper -
an ill-fated star
that pocks this dream witted night
and turns my tears
to sober music.
For I have found your hopes
a hollow thing -
your promises a cold frost
for my supper
and all your pretty words
the still birth of my misfortune.
FishermenFishermen in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
SeptemberSeptember's but a whisper,September in Free Verse More Like This
a curl of autumn
on your cheek
or a wanton leaf
in the tawny gold
and the amber scent
succulent and slumbering,
off your skin
and sends my restless senses
FabricThe fabric of you,Fabric in Free Verse More Like This
in brilliant threads,
and the almost
divine thrill of silk
that bruises my fingertips
when I unbutton you
and turn you inside out.
I wear you
like my favorite jacket -
suede patched sleeves
and velvet cuffs,
lapels that whisper
your secrets to my skin
and seem to pull the night
into your pockets
as I watch your colors run,
long and singing in the dark
Small GodsI brought down the gods for you -Small Gods in Free Verse More Like This
left city streets in shame
and maimed the victors with thorns,
just to make you believe
in angels again.
Truth was never my home,
but I sought your history
in every face that fell
from too much grace and favor
or gazed upon the living
like so much cattle.
And I could feel you
time's sharp little acrobat
but nothing can grow in earth
this meek and soiled;
and my hands are bloodied
by the cries
of those you left starving.
emotion, embodiedthere are thingsemotion, embodied in Free Verse More Like This
living in me
that bring the floor
to my knees-
powers like concrete
of my bones
filled with something
i have been
holding my breath
for so long
that i am scared
to let my body
or give vessels,
living in me,
the means to
i pray to god,
a being unseen,
that i will
kill off these things
living inside me;
all i manage
is kill off
nervous behaviori was born in a thicket of woods.nervous behavior in Free Verse More Like This
it means there were way too many fucking trees.
the briars were sharper than the hypodermic needles
i stuck in my arms a thousand times when i spent a year
in the city. i forgot what it meant to feel.
i just remember bleeding all the time.
i was jesus.
my mom didn't love me.
she wasn't the mothering type.
she was the surgery type.
the type who blamed me for her sagging tits and rounded belly.
she had me decades ago, i said, she can't keep blaming me.
that earned me a punch in the face.
i liked the way the blood tasted.
that's how i got into it.
i didn't think i'd get out.
i didn't want to get out.
that's what love'll do to you.
now i'm living with clean veins and puncture mark scars,
walking down the street with no second glances
at the wide, hollowed eyes i no longer have.
god i miss the screaming,
look at the monster, daddy! look! his veins, daddy, his veins!
sh, honey, don't point at that man. he is a sad man.
and i'd laugh
i'm not going to say i've missed youthere is enough air in mei'm not going to say i've missed you in Free Verse More Like This
to shatter the ocean.
i will tell you straight,
another thousand miles
would not dim the stars
i hold for you.
the aches in my thumbs
forceful and hollow,
strong enough to
kill a rabbit.
i never want to meet
someone like you again.
i never want to move on,
i never want to move -
i want to wait
where i sit, bleeding,
until you come around.
i will know this
by the way your eyes
in the car,
creating stars in the dark
of its cab,
a personal night sky.
i will never let slip
the secrets you have left
on my skin;
the secret ways
in which you loved me,
and only me.
i will lick my cuts
and hope to heal,
and press memories of our bodies,
two interlocking spirals,
to the backs of your eyelids
so that you will remember us
as we were,
as the first and last things
when you come and go
from an ocean-deep slumber.
dear alaina.dear alaina,dear alaina. in Letters More Like This
i am not being passive-aggressive. i am not avoiding confrontation or arguments or sensitive subjects so that i won't get upset: i'm writing a letter that i can't imagine you'll see, explaining to you everything that i need you to know.
i'm sorry i'm not better. i'm sorry that i'm not trying. i'm sorry, but i can't, not now. i wish you could understand, without any fear or worry, that i need to destroy myself before i can get better. it's like i'm a phoenix, needing to catch fire and turn to ash before i can be reborn. i need to be the biggest source of pain and misery in my life; i can't let anyone else have the power to hurt me more than i have hurt myself already.
it's not enough to tear myself apart, in every sense that i can. it's not enough to pull strings of skin from the teeth of my razor and clutch toilet paper from the public bathroom to my arm like if i don't, i might die - in all hones
waterbirds in your lungs .collabsometimes the skinwaterbirds in your lungs .collab in Free Verse More Like This
between my breasts
smells of you-
the sweet, ocean waves
of bodies and release
like ebb and flow
i play the skeleton keys
in the hollows of my nest
recite incantations like bluebirds
threaded through cords. the
shine of my eyes has been replaced
with a metronome
measuring the beat of your
i still have you
and motions like sex
etched into my body
even though you are so far
i spend my time
feeding myself to the sea
in hopes that the salt
will carry me east,
in hopes that my presence
will be enough
for so many weeks
i felt your body fold into mine
like the waves reclaiming
where men are hung and
pupils dotted with lava stones.
there is iodine in the nooks
of my jaw and it filters between
outcroppings of rock
white as pearls.
i breathe inand out
creaking in the
For MadisonStreams of summer air carried well-wishings and sleepy symphonies of crickets' nighttime magic, but nothing compared during sunlit hours to the music made by his own two hands.For Madison in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They would never touch a piano again, never breathe notes in patterns full enough of beauty that they would make Debussy bleed with envy, never resurface from the cold glass of the lake's mirror. He was a sorcerer of sound, a soul on fire with compassion and artistry -- he was dead. Caught in the undertow. Forever frozen in insufficient rescue of a boy smaller than himself. His heart had gone still, but was bigger than any beating above ground.
I heard him breathing Clair de Lune every afternoon as I walked home. He was invisible, as though he was hidden behind thick veils of water, quashing his reflection, but never his sound. I could hear how beautiful his fingers were as they pressed gently over ivory and ebony, solid bricks and thin like enamel, striking chord after chord of pure moonlight. As the leaves and
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it's starting in my toes and
burning up my shins,
ashen sins seeping into the
cold bones of my hips
and filtering into every stream
of blood in my body.
i want a distraction -
from this sadness,
from the heavy feeling
in my stomach,
from the twitches in my
fingers as they grasp empty air
in hopes of a silver cut.
i think i will ask her to lend me a shirt
for saturday night,
something pretty and daring
and unlike me in every way.
i don't want to be myself anymore
and i don't want to be myself
when i reflect on the number of hands
clutching at esoteric bodies.
i am a secret
that is not worth hiding,
so i am prepared to share it.
i don't want to be myself anymore
so i will do everything i wouldn't.
i want warm bodies to take away
from my own cold,
to distract me from the beating
of my sore heart, always on the forefront
of my aching mind.
i want rhythms to swallow me whole
and pendulums swaying in the dark.
i want to be someone else,
and being someone else's is the
embarrassmenti hope loudly.embarrassment in Free Verse More Like This
it's a bad habit
but i can't silence
it's a misery,
speculation an amber glass
through which seeing
leads to wishing
leads to believing
in the impossible
that might turn possible
with the luck of the stars
in our midnight sky.
if you are here,
i won't turn my cheek.
i'll hold and not
let go, i'll never
catch and release.
turns to fretting
turns to worrying
leads back to memory
of shared wishes.
if i am there,
i am falling
the thing is i wish i were kidding but man,the sky fell when you left.the thing is i wish i were kidding but man, in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
take it or leave ityou left my house three hours ago,take it or leave it in Free Verse More Like This
safely made home a few after
i am fearful for sleeping, tonight,
and smelling you against my pillow
yet with no reassuring shoulders,
bound tight like books,
i sit with my back,
the mountaintops of my spine,
against the softer wall
in place of
unyielding white brick),
sessile and cautious in my breath.
i am cutting strings of disbelief
set free, winding,
knowing more truth inside my bones
at this hour
than i had the night before.
i am fearful for us, soon,
and no road stays the same width
and angle, like angels and their wings,
this feels nothing short of magic.
i am fearful for myself, now,
and words more inspiring of terror
will be spoken,
at a moment unknown,
in undertones of earthquakes
will decide our tides,
the ebb or flow,
the wax or wane,
if your scent clings to my sheets
the way you do to my skin,
will have no need
Wolf Legend - Part V5. Battle PlanWolf Legend - Part V in Fantasy More Like This
Andrew woke up the next morning, feeling new circles underneath his eyes. He had been up all night thinking about what he saw, and the same thoughts once again flooded his mind as he lifted his head off his pillow. Rabeka is in trouble, he thought. I'm the only one who can do something about it. I'm the only one who can truly help her.
The more he thought about it, the more didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't get the voice of the man behind the doorthe twisted grindy tone of his voiceand the things he said to her out of his mind.
Money by Friday. What did he mean? What happens to her Friday if she doesn't have the money? That was two days away. Andrew felt he had some sort of responsibility for her life. I can't let this slide. Of course, this meant, if he were to intervene, she might see him for what he really was. Or if I am careful, she won't.
Andrew focused more on his exercises this morning. He wasn't sure
Wolf Legend - Part XI11. AdorationWolf Legend - Part XI in Fantasy More Like This
Rabeka stepped out of the warm shower to muffled music coming from downstairs. She stood silently to listen, then rolled her eyes at the style of the music; jazz.
She quickly dried herself and dressed, paying more attention to her hair and cursing at herself while examining her face; she had washed her make-up off in the shower. She pulled her hair up in a messy up-do, and searched everywhere in his cabinets for hairspray. She didn't expect to find any, but settled on an almost empty can of mousse instead.
After she was satisfied, she opened the door to the bathroom to smell of bacon. She smiled and bounced with happiness, despite the heavy jazz music being played.
Rabeka walked around the corner into the kitchen to find a peculiar sightAndrew dancing to his musickicking his feet in the air; flipping pancakes, and skatting with the current jazz solo.
Rabeka leaned against the wall, palming her face as Andrew got his groove on.
Suddenly Andrew spun full directi
Wolf Legend - Part XX20. Family ReunionWolf Legend - Part XX in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*some gore in here, just a heads up*
Andrew took heavy breaths as fear overwhelmed him. He trembled; Rabeka could barely hold him, firmly bracing herself against his chest. Too much of his past coming back to haunt him all at oncehe wasn't prepared for this.
Up until that point he thought that Alex had come alonesettling his own personal vendettaand never once thought the entire pack would leave their sanctuary in the mountains. A few, yes. He figured Stephan was obsessed enough with control that he would send out scouts to hunt him down.
Alex's howl to the pack continued loudly, shaking loose any remaining shards of stained glass that were left in the windows. Rabeka had no clue what was happening, eyes shooting back and forth between Andrew and Alex.
Sunlight barely shown through one side of building, gently flickering the light from the glass around the room like a disco-ball. Rachel found some momentary comfort in admiring its beauty.
Wolf Legend - Part XVI16. GuileWolf Legend - Part XVI in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andrew could hear his name being shouted over and over, as if he was under water. Low pitched and unrecognizable, he couldn't pick a general direction his name was coming from. The elongated echo didn't help either. At first he was certain it was all a dream, but when he realized he couldn't wake up without feeling pain, he knew it wasn't.
Where am I? Andrew asked himself. He attempted to move, but like before, he couldn't. He couldn't move at all, not even open his eyes.
The sound of his name grew louder and more clear until it was familiar and warming. Rabeka was frantically yelling his name out to wake him up. Somewhere he found the will to move, slowly lifting his head, his neck aching the entire way. His eyes squinted at first, but eventually opened. At first all he could see was white light everywhere, but as the shadows came into focus, the first thing his eyes locked onto was Rabeka sitting directly across from him. He blinked rapidly helping to focus on her face, see
Wolf Legend - Part XIV14. Breaking GroundWolf Legend - Part XIV in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twigs and leaves crunched loudly under Andrews' large paws. Animals all over scamper away to save their lives as the beast of the forest-the ultimate hunter-prowled slowly through the trees. But today, he was not the animal he was intended to be. Today he was a calm and gentle wolf, making the most out of civil conversation; taking a stroll with its favorite human of all.
Andrew and Rabeka had spent an entire day talking about his past and everything there was to know about werewolves. She knew it all, and there was much more to learn. By now both felt completely comfortable around each other, even with Andrew in his werewolf form. It had not distracted or dissolved their conversations one bit, and Rabeka no doubt had grown accustom to seeing a large eight foot werewolf walking at her side.
Despite what could have been a complete awkward and frightening experience, the day turned out to be one of the highlights of Andrew's life, and possibly Rabeka's too. Andrew had
Wolf Legend - Part XIX19. CoalitionWolf Legend - Part XIX in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It didn't take much effort for Andrew to avoid the dark figure that projected toward him. Andrew swung his torso and hands up toward the furry beast, grabbing on to the arms that were reaching for him. Even as a human, Andrew effortlessly swung the airborne werewolf against the wall, shattering the window near by. He could tell whoever this was, was newly turned, and incredibly inexperienced at attacks. A real werewolf would have done this much faster. He also discovered that the werewolf was a female.
Andrew stepped back, panting. The energy exerted to toss his enemy caused a break in his physical concentration, and it took everything he had to prevent from shifting again. Remaining human was key if he was to keep Mel on his side. Andrew could feel his eyes glowing and his teeth wanting to shift into fangs. He braced himself against the back of a pew for support as he calmed is features back to normal.
The female werewolf bounced up all fours. Newly turned werewolves str
Wolf Legend - Part IX9. HidingWolf Legend - Part IX in Fantasy More Like This
Only get the essentials. Andrew yelled across the apartment at Rabeka, who was busy running around in her room grabbing clothes, while he was going through her fridge, trying to find fulfilling foods. Of course clothes, food, and protectionher gun, a few knives, and macewas of most importance. Andrew could hear everything Rabeka was doing, even though he was on the other side of the apartment. She was rummaging through the closet, and slamming drawers. Andrew kept a close eye outside her window for suspicious activity. Her street was empty, so seeing people approach her apartment would be easy.
This wasn't what either of them expected to do on their date. Andrew had no clue it would lead to this. He expected her to be safe, take her home, and she'd probably leave town on her own, but they were now in this together. Andrew agreed that he would not leave her, and right now his mission was to find a place to hide, either a hotel or his place. Leaving the
Wolf Legend - Part XIII13. Long EnoughWolf Legend - Part XIII in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andrew slipped out of his apartment out into the hallway, scenting here and there as a safety precaution. He knew the people he had seen with Mel weren't around, but after their encounter with the phony policemen, he didn't know who he could trust. It literally could be anyone roaming the streets of New York. His wolf skills felt useless at this point.
He sneaked around the corner to where the stairs were, waiting for a nearby neighbor to clear the hallway before motioning for Rabeka to come out of the apartment. She was wearing one of his large coats, complete with a large hood and puffy interior, to make her look larger than her petite size. She slipped on her sunglasses as she approached Andrew.
"Shut the door," Andrew whispered.
Rabeka cursed, backing up slightly to slam the door, locking it.
"I feel stupid," she said, catching up to him down the stairs. Andrew laughed as he put on his sunglasses and hat.
"I dunno, I kind of like it. I sorta feel like a spy," he sa
Wolf Legend - Part VI6. First DateWolf Legend - Part VI in Fantasy More Like This
The doors of the jazz club finally opened and people began filing in and out. Andrew and Rabeka looked at each other in delight as the line moved slowly but surely into the club.
Andrew could smell the sweet aroma of food, especially meat. He hadn't had any adequate nutrition earlier in the day. He desperately needed to get some meat into his system, or he'd grow too hungry to bare it.
The inside of the club was a dark smoky atmosphere, yet it still had that 'cool' factor that Andrew loved.
Rabeka was impressed, it was not at all what she thought it would be. She linked arms with Andrew as they walked through he doors, making Andrew blush.
An attractive waitress walked up to both of them. She gave Andrew a flirtatious look, but Rabeka didn't seen to care. Hi, welcome to Smoke, would you like the bar or a booth?
Bar. Booth. They both said at the same time. They took a long glance at each other, bursting into laughter.
Wolf Legend - Part XXI21. Six Weeks Later (Epilogue)Wolf Legend - Part XXI in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rabeka sat outside the office building. A cold wind gust blasted against her, blowing her hair all over. She pulled at her scarf, fiddling with the tassels at the ends.
She sat fidgeting nervously, waiting for Andrew to come out of the board meeting. It had been a long battle up until this point, not just with the mob and almost being killed, but life returning to normal wasn't a happy ending. Andrew was in front of a company board meeting, determining whether or not he would be terminated, or kept as a costumer support manager.
Rabeka had already been in there to plead her case. She had been pardoned, only just barely. If it were up to Phil and a few other executive higher ups, they'd be out for good. Both of them gone the same exact days for different reasons, all the while trying to pretend it had nothing to do with each other. It was a mess both knew they'd need to deal with. Thankfully their made-up excuses paid off in the end, and so far at least on
My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 6My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Notice: If there are no comments by the time chapter 7 is finished, there will be no more chapters. I'm not going to continue if there is no feedback, there would be no point.
Before she knew it, Ren and Axel had arrived at a different place instead of just another part of Twilight Town. The sky was tinted a purplish red color from the sunset. The place had many shops and restaurants. It also had a castle that seemed to be under reconstruction since there were cranes and building supplies near the castle. Otherwise, Ren thought that the town was gorgeous.
"Axel, this place is incredible," Ren replied as she looked around the town.
" You like it?" Axel asked smiling, "I'm glad. I feel really at home when I visit this place."
Ren turned to see the look on Axel's face. For the first time, Axel looked completely at ease. This made her smile and chuckle a little. Axel looked at her then poked her forehead while smirking, "Hehe, what?"
Ren shook her head as she laughed, "Nothing. It
My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 4My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ren could feel the rays of the sun shine upon her, making her turn slightly. She rubbed her eyes then looked up at the ceiling. Was it all a dream? Did a man named Axel take her to a new world and meet a boy named Roxas? Ren then sat up and looked around to see that she was still in Roxas's guest bedroom. She then stretched then heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," Ren replied with a small yawn.
Roxas then poked his blonde head in to see that Ren was up, "Oh, good. You're awake."
"Yeah, the sun decided to tell me to get up," Ren giggled.
Roxas chuckled then spoke up, "Well, I'll let you freshen up and we'll go ahead and go."
"All right," Ren said as she nodded her head.
Roxas left her room and walked down the hall. Ren then headed to the bathroom across from her room to take a quick shower and to get ready. After she was done, she walked outside to see Roxas waiting for her. He then looked up at her with a smile.
"Ready, Ren?" Roxas asked.
"Yup!" Ren chirped happily, "What are we doin
My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 2My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ren blinked her eyes as a few more tears began to fall. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand but could feel more tears take place. She wished she was dead right now. She felt alone and unloved. What did she do to make everything the way that it was now? She didn't understand it but at the same time she felt like she did understand.
Ren had no idea where she was walking but she didn't really care at this point. She wanted to disappear into the darkness forever and never return. No one wanted her anyway. She was no one now, a nobody.
She had ended up in a park and sat on a bench. Ren looked up to see the sun was slowly setting, making the shadows of everything much bigger. She wished they would engulf her already. Ren bit her lip as she cried harder. She couldn't take this pain much longer. She wished that she didn't have a heart to feel pain anymore.
"Hey, why so gloomy?" a voice piped up in front of her.
Ren looked up to see a man in a black coat with emerald eyes, reverse tear
My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 9My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tears continuously cascaded down her pale face from her crystal blue eyes. Ren had her knees pulled to her chest while sitting in the corner of her small cell. One minute, she was in Twilight Town then brought here to a mysterious castle and thrown into a cell by Saix. Why did it matter that Axel was seeing her and hanging out with her? Ren hoped that Saix wouldn't do anything to Axel. Judging from how cruel Saix was, he wouldn't care about anything. More tears streamed down her face as she thought about Axel. Where was he? Did he even care that she's gone? She was also upset because she lost her present to give Axel while running from Saix.
"Axel..." Ren sobbed quietly, "Where are you...?"
She had been in the cell for awhile now which made Ren start to think of horrible things. What would happen to her? What would happen to Axel? She wiped her eyes and noticed that a few people walked up to her cell. She saw Saix but couldn't recognize the others.
"So this little poppet is what's been
My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 1My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Abandoned... that's all I feel. Deceived by people I thought that I loved. My chest hurts... is this what a broken heart feels? It's unbearable. I can't stand it. Especially the closest one to me has made me feel like I don't matter. Sure we've had our ups and downs and said our apologies. I thought everything was fine but I guess not...
"I hate you!"
That's what killed me the most. I thought we were close but now nothing can be changed. This is how my special someone feels. What's the point of even going on if my special someone has crushed me. Surely I can't continue to live with this pain in my chest. What if I didn't have these feelings? What if I just didn't have a heart? That would make everything easier and tolerable.
I feel darkness all around me. Constricting me yet it feels comforting at the same time. The cold clutches of the unknown was welcoming. I close my eyes, feeling tears slide down my pallid face, wanting an end to this. There was no use for me now. What's left of me
Two AlicesTwo Alices in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What do you think about this cake, Alice dear? Would you like a little more tea?"Alisson asked sitting with her tea set and holding up her teapot.
In front of her she had many cherry tarts and a cake. She had her porcelain play tea set, that she had received for her 9th birthday, displayed with the cake and tarts. On the tea set werelittle white rabbits in a field. Little Allison even had some of her china dolls siting near her. Though the one she referred to as Alice was not a doll.
Alice was one of her new friends. But she didn't meet Alice at school. She met Alice when Allisson was playing croquet in her backyard. Alice mention to her that she didn't play croquet with a wooden mallet or tiny colored balls. This had intrigued Allisson greatly. Being the curious child she was, Allisson asked the girl how she played croquet. She said that she played by using flamingos and hedgehogs. This surprised Allisson. How could you possibly play croquet with a flamingo and hedgehog!? Allisson as
My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 7My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the past couple weeks, Axel had been sneaking away to spend time with Ren. He was grateful that she didn't reject him after he told her that he was a Nobody. Though he couldn't tell her what he really did with the Organization. He remembered when he was assigned to Castle Oblivion, Saix ordered him to get rid of the traitors. He carried out the mission in cold blood. No expression on his face while his comrades were being slain left and right. Axel even remembered the horrified look on Sora's face when Axel offed Vexen without hesitation. He was the assassin of Organization XIII. Now, if Axel continued carrying out his assassinations and if Ren knew, she'd be disgusted with him and surely leave. He couldn't risk losing her.
Axel still had to be sneaky when he would meet up with Ren on their dates. He couldn't let anyone catch him while he was leaving, not even Saix. So far so good though. Axel was able to enjoy his time with Ren more. They would still do the usual routine of having
My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 8My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ren opened her eyes slowly to see Axel holding her close to him. Axel really was there for her last night. He actually said he would be there for her. Axel began to shift a little, beginning to wake up. He opened his emerald eyes to see Ren was awake and looking at him. He noticed her face was red again.
"Hey, Ren. Your face is almost the same color as your hair," Axel chuckled.
He was expecting Ren to hit him but all she did was giggle. She was too happy to be huffy over Axel's teasing. She chuckled and cuddled closer to him. Axel smiled and could see that she was content now.
Axel then had to leave so he could get back to work before Saix would get suspicious. Ren led him outside and looked up at him. Axel saw the worried and upset look on her face. He sighed softly and tussled her hair.
"Don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I can, " Axel replied smiling down at her.
"Be careful, Axel," Ren pleaded softly.
Ren smiled weakly then hugged him tight. Axel rubbed her back and looked into
My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 5My Heart's a Battleground- Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ren had been living comfortably with Roxas for well over a month now. She was becoming happier with each passing day but Axel had mentioned to her that he had to go away for awhile for work. He wouldn't be able to hang out with her or Roxas for awhile until his work is done. This upset Ren and made her miss Axel more and more each day. It was beginning to show when her friends noticed how sad she looked. Roxas knew though that Ren had missed him. Roxas did too but he saw that it hit Ren badly. Roxas had a good idea of what Axel was doing right now. But if Ren knew of what Axel was doing, she would be shocked and afraid to go anywhere Axel or Roxas himself. Roxas had to keep it hush hush from Ren. He had to reassure her that Axel was coming back.
Ren had been missing Axel like crazy. She couldn't get that spiky red head off of her mind. She missed his goofy smiling face along with his jokes. For some reason, Ren felt completely empty and alone without Axel. Sure she had Roxas, Hayner, P