GoodbyeWhere did you goGoodbye in Free Verse More Like This
Our hands were locked
Our hearts intertwined
And you were gone
You left behind this doppleganger
A different soul in your skin
Where is the one I love
Why can't I feel your life anymore
Leaving me with this fake
Leaving me to eat myself from the inside out
Leaving me to wait
For my love to return to me
Leaving me with nothing but a word
AbstractionWe: softly speakingAbstraction in Free Verse More Like This
Silent good days
The sightseeing suicide
Your rocket ship rockets
And my spider silk legs
Show us where to go
So softly irrelevant,
We whisper silent hellos
To a cargo plane festival
For answers to all
And directions to the past
LabeledThe ostrich spreads its wingsLabeled in Free Verse More Like This
The mute man sings
A choir lost their voices
A dwarf with a hand full of aces
And the reaper weeps at tombstones
And the corpse juggles pinecones
And the sun is black
And the mother steps on a crack
A passiveist on the attack
A hermit outside his shack
The raindog's found his home
The family of four living in a catacomb
Label me crazy
But I think that there's more to it
Than meets the eye
FriendI'm sorry to whineFriend in Free Verse More Like This
And I'm sorry to complain
But it hurts me to know that you're out there dying, and there's nothing I can do to stop your pain
You who've been more of a friend than those who call me such
You who's more real than anyone I've met or anything I've touched
So the next time,
Oh sweet mother of mine,
You tell me to get my head out of the clouds, out of the imaginary, the lies
I'll calmly state
"Behind this machine there's a human being"
"Behind this machine there is a living breathing thing"
"Behind this machine there lies something real, though I cannot touch it, I can feel it, and it does me more good than all of the goodness in you're 'Good Ways To Live'.
"Behind this machine there lies a woman who I love as much as any friend"
So the next time,
Oh sweet mother of mine
You tell me to get my head out of the clouds, out of the imaginary, the lies
I'll calmly state
"And if this machine is the only way that I may remain in touch"
"Then try your very hardest. Warn
The BeastThe Green Beast inside me ragesThe Beast in Free Verse More Like This
Like a fire out of control
Imagining "what if"'s
He rages inside of me
On a stampede
Plaguing all he touches
A touch of death to any dream
Any hope or joy
Spreading his madness
Until my mind is green and my body is shaking
Shaking with rage at a picture in my head
My body aches and my mind weeps
At a "what if"
A figment of my imagination
No more than a ghost created by my Beast
Still running wild in my mind
Painting the whole damn place green and red
Green and red
God and DevilGod and devilGod and Devil in Humor More Like This
Having a cup of coffee
"Word association test?"
says God between sips
"You read my mind, you lil' devil you"
says the devil with a wink and a grin
The devil spits out his coffee in disgust
The devil makes a bowing motion
"Screw it" says God with a sigh,
"You always did see things wrong"
"Hey hey hey!" says the devil pointing his finger
"There are no wrong answers
In a word association test"
"No wonder you're such a fan of em'"
The devil smiles and walks away.
Of Sin and RedemptionIf you were loveOf Sin and Redemption in Free Verse More Like This
Then I'd be desire
So lets rip out our hearts
And set them on fire
You are the stars
To my dark and lonesome night
You get me drunk
I'll fly you high
We'll fall in love
By and by
You are my redemption, my burning sin
Cleansing me of the world around us
Oh and anywhere I lay my head
I call my home
So long as you're there
To lay with me
You smoke me down to the filter
Baby, you can be my lobotomy
FirstThe first steps you tookFirst in Free Verse More Like This
The first words you spoke
The first time you smoked
And your very first book
The first person for which you cared
The first hand you held
The first flower you smelled
The first love you shared
Oh it was the greatest first I've ever felt
Your very first shot
The first time you cried
The first family member who died
And the first fight you fought
The first race you ran
without dad to give you a head start
The first friend you lost
The first bite from Jack Frost
And your first broken heart
Oh you were the worst first of them all
The Faux Plan - Part 6The Faux Plan - Part 6 in Short Stories More Like This
Ulquiorra's eyes saddened as Ichigo's words seeped into him. 'Lifeless'. 'After all this time'. 'Such innocence picking an enemy'. He imagined all the times he had treated Inoue like a prisoner, like she was supposed to be according to Aizen. How hard must it have been for her? As hard as it was for him? How could he be so weak to let Aizen control even the slightest emotion he had ever felt for another person? Clenching his hands into tight fists, he punched the wall behind Ichigo, which shattered like glass in front of his eyes.
'I have been alone all my life. No I don't have emotions that are obvious to see, nor am I affectionate to anyone, no matter who they are. I have always been like this since I can remember. Inoue is the only person that has been able to take me out of my shell, my shell of darkness. I not only love her for this, but for every single element. She has taught me what it is to love, to feel, to free myself. She is the only one who saw past my emotionless appearan
The Faux Plan - Part 1The Faux Plan - Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The road began to darken and the crack in the sky grew deeper with every one of her breaths. Her long ginger hair flew around her tight waist and her teal flower clips glimmered faintly by the reflection of the unfathomable tear in the sky above. Blood stained her worn cheeks and tears welled up in her devastated grey eyes. 'Not again Please.'
'Inoue, we will fix this!' Ichigo too didn't look at all hopeful. His face was grief-struck and his eyes saddened with every rip of the sky. He turned to Urahara for some solace for his torturing thoughts of their town once again becoming ruins and everything of desire being lost. All because of his weakness to Inoue's hurting heart.
'Kurosaki-kun. If I leave they won't harm anyone in this town. Let me make this decision.' As she tried to keep a calm and understanding expression, Ichigo couldn't fail to see her true emotion of pure desolation. 'That way you can keep your promise to me by not fighting. It's the only way I don't wa
The Faux Plan - Part 5The Faux Plan - Part 5 in Short Stories More Like This
Ulquiorra entered the new hideout, where everyone huddled around each other, coordinating a plan. He took the seat closest to the door and let out a long sigh, missing the comforting grip of Inoue's loving hands and feeling the stress hitting him as he disobeyed Aizen. Hands in his pockets, he calmly walked over to the giant window, peering through the emptiness; searching for a victim in the plain grounds of Las Noches.
'That's not even cleverly thought out ya idiot!' Grimmjow made an unimpressed face at Yoruichi, who seemed to be making a vicious cat like expression; her eyes pinned on him and her nails ready like claws. Grimmjow took no notice of this and continued drawing on a piece of paper, which was somehow the master plan to their victory. Renji, who was inches behind him, would be harshly elbowed every other second as he tried to elaborate Grimmjow's action packed plan.
'Cats can be so vicious,' Urahara added, looking pleased with himself and winking at Ichigo, who appreciated
The Faux Plan - Part 9The Faux Plan - Part 9 in Short Stories More Like This
Ichigo looked back at the door in excitement, almost as if he had wished for Ulquiorra to walk through. Inoue on the other hand stood in horror, as if she had foreseen Ichigo's dreadful fate as Ulquiorra began to walk into the heavy spirit powered room.
'She's always been mine. I'm taking back what you stole from me.' Ichigo said with confidence, still holding Inoue in his loving embrace.
Inoue struggled to set herself free, knowing of the consequences that would take place if Ichigo was to move even an inch forward. Ulquiorra spotted her expression and walked closer to Ichigo, his overpowering aura standing just before Ichigo's pale face. His face, unlike Ichigo's, was not that of understanding, hope or even confidence, but that of misunderstanding and rage; seeping through his veins and making prominent bulges of skin on the surface of his arms. As Ichigo prepared to make Ulquiorra even more jealous, with Inoue firmly in his grasp, he edged forward to peck her once again, however thi
The Faux Plan - Part 8The Faux Plan - Part 8 in Short Stories More Like This
The night gradually grew darker, but the echoing of footsteps around Las Noches grew intense with each second. The Espada were on the move and this was obvious to tell. Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, Urahara and Ichigo stood waiting. For death? For victory? For hope? A shadow began to immerge from the distance, edging closer and closer to them, slowly walking forward as to create more intensity. A foot stepped out of the darkness, light blonde hair and two crooked teeth visible as he stepped forward; his lilac eyes glimmering with a child's innocence and his child like body co-ordinating with this feature. His freckles were clear under his unfocused eyes and his dumbfounded expression made it harder to believe he was an Arrancar.
'Weh,' he muttered as he walked towards the group, looking as disinterested in them as possible.
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra shot him a shocked expression, both exchanging looks of anguish as the small boy gazed at his surroundings, almost bewildered by every bland shade of
The Faux Plan - Part 4The Faux Plan - Part 4 in Short Stories More Like This
The room as always was dimly lit and the darkness seeped into every corner of the room. Ulquiorra made his way inside the spacious room and looked around for Aizen or any of his subordinates. His hands were still sweaty from holding Inoue and they slid off the edge of a chair as he grabbed at it, leaving a slightly damp area on the head of the seat. The table as always was immaculate and the seating was arranged symmetrically, bearing the tall backed chairs and the same bland atmosphere like all the other rooms.
'Hmmm So you brought the girl did ya?' Gin had appeared from one of the dark corners and his menacing smile and ragged grey hair almost felt like a challenge to win over for Ulquiorra. He walked forward in his long white clothing and stood directly in front of Ulquiorra, waiting for a response.
'Yes, I placed her in the same room as before and have successfully chained her.' He glared deep into Gin's face, trying to seem as convincible as possible.
'Any intruders? It was
The Faux Plan - Part 10The Faux Plan - Part 10 in Short Stories More Like This
A yellow hue of light flowed out of Inoue's turquoise clips, revealing two small brightly coloured spirits. Ayame bowed her head to Inoue in respect, her pale pink and oversized attire swaying around her arms and an enormous scarlet coloured headpiece hung over her dark hair, holding her firmly in midair. She held her hands tightly with Shun'ō, another fairy who had royal vermillion and gold garments and pale mint coloured wings. Together, they flew to Ichigo, enveloping him in a sand coloured shield of power. The normal joy the fairies had in their faces had disappeared as they watched Ichigo's lifeless body. They both looked to Inoue and she nodded, placing her slender hands on the surface of the shield and gently uttering soft words of incantation.
Controlling all her over flowing emotion, she concentrated hard on healing the boy in front of her, the boy she had loved all her life, the boy that was defeated by the only other person she had ever
Crystalline DomainThe colors are all dazzlingCrystalline Domain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They captivate me so
'Tis a good thing they're here with me
For I've no place to go
I'm confined to this padded room
Until my dying day
Because they all misunderstand
I am not what they say
They tell me they don't see it
When I tell them it's there
They have not abilities
To see past empty air
They can't see the masterpiece
That lies beyond this room
The thing that makes it easier
To get through all the gloom
They can't see the spires
That rise into the sky
The towers so majestic
It almost makes me cry
They don't see the mighty walls
I see from my window
They don't see the chapel
That's sitting down below
They are even so blind
They can't see the keep
The place from which I tell this tale
It's where I eat and sleep
I know they sense its presence
I cannot be insane
In truth, I know they know about
This crystalline domain
On the outside, people see
A building of dull gray
A place where those deemed crazy are
Forever meant to stay
This place is an asylum
Angel's Elegy, Chapter 1He is now imprisonedAngel's Elegy, Chapter 1 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He knows he'll be late
For in his house, dreaming
The angel he waits
The dreams fill his head
During his lifelong sleep
But as much as he hates it
He can't make a peep
Why do they torment this boy?
Why are they mean?
Why does he not feel loved,
And just urged to scream?
Why do they instigate?
Why do they yell?
Why does he have no one
That he can tell?
He bleeds every day
From the beatings he takes
But he doesn't care now
There's nothing at stake
To make things worse, his bloodline's
Caught in the hold
Of sins so forbidden
Of things not often told
Through their indulgence,
They seem to ignore
One who needs them most
One cold to the core
So he prays for an angel
One that he can't see
But he knows that one day
It will set him free
His life is relayed
To the angel in rest
But he can do nothing
Just hope for the best
For God holds him captive
Encased in his bed
And left to watch troubles
Confined in his head
His dreams, they embody
His one greatest fear
And one night, i
A Cry From OblivionA Cry From Oblivion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit at night alone
With darkness all around
Sweat pours from my body
There's barely any sound
My brain it feels aflame now
As I twist and shake my head
Sometimes I think to myself
I'd be better off dead
The echoes of the taunts ring
In my faded, aching ears
I relive all my nightmares
I bring back all my fears
The people don't accept me
They see me slightly queer
With every hateful comment
I bring forth a tear
I cannot be social
No one will be with me
I never understand it
It's hard for me to see
Women won't be seen with me
I know that they don't care
I know while I'm not looking
They all just point and stare
I'd go home every evening
Out of anger, I would yell
I would yearn to be released
From my own eternal Hell
I eventually matured
And struck out on my own
No matter how much time passed
I was still all alone
Everything was still now
As it once had been before
Every night, my lonesome self
Walked through my darkened door
After several years of this
I could take no more
My brain was
Angel's Elegy, Chapter 2"Why does God do this?Angel's Elegy, Chapter 2 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His torment's unjust
He'll wait 'till this boy's dead
And I've turned to dust
Why does he let this boy
Be tortured each day
Why does he lock me in
This nightmarish place
Why does the evil
Manifest this way?
His soul's being raped
While I'm held at bay
I have been forsaken
And been forced to cry
My God won't care
If I lay here and die"
And as the tear glistened
Upon the dull ground
The angel's eyes opened
He now was not bound
So the angel rose
And walked out his door
And there the boy stood
So humble, yet poor
The angel approached him
And then their eyes met
He knew this boy died
But 'twas not over yet
"I know you prayed for me
But help was not found
To eternal slumber
Did God have me bound"
"But all is now well
We're no longer in chains
For in death, God cannot
Toy with our brains
We're now metaphysical
But we can try
To have what we didn't
When we were alive"
And a tear came forth
From the angel again
He now knew tranquility
Would never end
And as the two stood
Listen To This, MommyListen To This, Mommy in Horror More Like This
"Hello, brother. I had another bad day at school today. I don't want to go, but mommy never listens to me. She says it's good for me, but it only gives me a headache. The teacher is so mean. I wish she would just go away. I don't want to learn her stupid multiplication tables. She says I'll need this education when I'm all grown up, but I won't. I'll be an astronaut, and go way up in space! I won't need to know my multiplication tables when I'm up in space, don't you think?"
"But mommy says I'll never be an astronaut if I don't go to school every day. She's wrong, though. Once I'm the first man on mars, I'll show her that I never needed it! But she never listens. She just tells me to, 'stop daydreaming and do your homework!!!' but homework is so boooring. Why won't she let me do anything fun, like watch TV, or play in the yard? She always wants me to be working. I think she doesn't like me having fun."
"Daddy's been no fun, too. He won't play catch with me anymore. All he does i
What It MeansCrush me,What It Means in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In need of you,
My only dream,
Fortune cookie WorldA golden egg of opportunity falls into your lap this month;Fortune cookie World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the next
Every day is filled with sunshine and love,
And you will always find something new and exciting
In a fortune cookie world,
You have nothing to fear
Sit back and relax
The good times are near
The love of your life, of course, has her eye on you too
And that problem that's been nagging you goes away
You win the lottery, you go on a vacation,
And all that stress magically disappears
In a fortune cookie world,
Nothing can ever go wrong
Once you break it open,
You know it won't be long
Before that golden egg of opportunity falls into your lap,
And your life will finally be perfect
In a fortune cookie world
Upon ChariotsA loss of lessUpon Chariots in Free Verse More Like This
And a sadistic rest
She ripped apart
My face melts off
My soul, I cough
Brought back a nes
My face too
To a new love
Alone in the coven
Impossibility is wide
Upon chariots, will I ride
Pencil and PaperBlue lines racing for mePencil and Paper in Free Verse More Like This
To finish this poem
It wants to see
My pencil writes home
To express its love
And it is forbidden
For the rock and the dove
So their love will remain hidden
Until such is said
Until such is read
Wedding BandWedding BandWedding Band in Free Verse More Like This
A silver ring is placed on your hand
In this case it is your wedding band
We look into each other's eyes remembering
The late nights we stayed up talking
Fantasizing on marriage, and a purple dress
Knowing it would happen some day, 16 and not a day less
We remember how you used to talk me out of worrying
How signal was lost and we both waited for the phone to ring
How we beat the odds and made it to today
Then the talks about our kids, Joel and Hailey Shea
Our four photos from our first date
How we talked about some people we hate
We think of how God has helped us so much
Think of how I never would let us go Dutch
Then how much you got me hooked on Sobe
Think of that moment at church camp when you hugged me
When we couldn't let go of each other and we didn't know one another
How a simple word like potato can push my love for you further
And how the night you mentioned Colorado killed this moment we are having now
How you scared me and you said you didn't think you loved me
Going home to a home.Being alone is not like dyingGoing home to a home. in Free Verse More Like This
or like suffocating; it's not a black pit, it's not
any metaphor or simile - not dark Decembers, not falling leaves.
It's just you not there on the couch
when I get home from the graveyard shift.
It's just me knowing that you haven't fallen asleep sitting up
waiting for me to get home and kill the TV, drag you to bed.
It's just all the stupid stuff that
doesn't sound good in a poem, that doesn't
lend itself to intricate metaphors or literary tricks.
It's just me sitting here at the kitchen table
filling out passport papers because I can't stand
one more damned winter in this cold, cold city;
no, not if it's going to be without you.
I guess maybe in the end this loneliness is just me
on this towel on this beach in this new city
soaking up sunshine that I thought would heal me
and wanting to go home to a home that's
not there anymore.
A woman is missing.A woman is missing.A woman is missing. in Free Verse More Like This
My sweater is knit too loose and the wind blows through.
The leaves are done changing and are waiting to fall.
I think of them collaged against my morning-damp windshield;
they will mostly be red. My wipers will push them off;
I will forget about them. But inbetween these thoughts
my brain hums. A woman is missing and I cannot forget.
Two weeks ago the leaves were mostly green and yellow.
Two weeks ago a woman went missing.
I didn't know her but she went missing and today
I am standing at a wall covered with candles and
I am rolling her name over my tongue and I am thinking.
I am thinking and praying, but I am not hoping.
A woman went missing; a woman is missing.
I keep going to work, getting up each day.
I brush my teeth, comb my hair, pack my lunch, drive my car.
And mostly I do not think about her. But sometimes I do.
Sometimes the hairs on my neck stand up and the two blocks
between the library and the coffee shop are impossibly long.
YearningYearning in Emotional More Like This
How Can I tell my heart that I'm done caring for you, when it continues to beat evermore?
I tell myself that it cannot be, after all that I have come to see. My head says I'm done, but my heart says to continue my stride towards your embrace. I miss your tender, sweet embrace, even though it wasn't worth the pain. When I think about you, my heart still flutters and my stomach gets uneasy. Everytime I think of you, I try to shut it out, and put in the back my mind, but it continues to struggle like a sailor struggling against the powerful waves of the sea seeking to crush all in their path. I hate feeling so vulnerable to even the thought of you. What can be done?
Eternal AnguishEternal Anguish in Free Verse More Like This
I despise what you do to me, and how you rip my heart apart piece by piece.
Sitting there, you watch me bleed eternally ,and yet I keep coming back for more. I feel the pain at my very core.
Is it the nostalgia, loneliness or your embrace I crave? Like poison, you slowly kill me from the inside out little by little. Is this what a familar taste of poison is? I've cried countless tears in your name and sake for what seems like an eternity. Wallowing in Agony and self-pity I continue to call out for you. Why is it that I keep coming back for more?
Someone please help me to let it all go, and pick of the shattered pieces of my soul you left in your wake. Will I ever be saved?
People Around YouThey say their your friends,People Around You in Free Verse More Like This
they lie through their teeth,
they tell you your stupid,
they don't care what you think..
They knock you down,
they beat you up inside,
they take your heart and throw it away,
they will never love you....
But don't listen to them,
because one day
they'll be gone and
you will be free....
When I Needed You..When I Needed You.. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
We were friends so long...
I loved you,
I watched you love others....
I made you smile when your heart was broken...
I came when ever you called...
I was always there when you needed me.....
But the one time I called for you....
The one time I needed you.....
The one time I cried out in tears, in pain, in blood....
You never came....
After all I did for you,
After all the times I stood up for you...
After all the times I lied for you....