Miralce Of Sound - Sovngarde SongFrom the mists of the mountains a deafening call
Bellows down over the plains
On a host of battle-worn ears it does fall
Pushing out through the thunder and rain
These men of the north they have suffered too long
The anger it swells in their veins
Of the spirited roars of lost warriors' songs
Distant echoes are all that remain
And my voice is my violence
Clear the sky's frozen tears
And no more we'll be silent
With this Sovngarde song in our ears
And we stand tall
Sons of the snow
We will not fall
Under these blows
For our hearts they are hardy
Our spirits are strong
And our voices are lifted into
This Sovngarde song
Conquer the anger and ravenous rage!
Make it a part of your power
Pummeling down let your bloodlust engage!
Under your force they will cower
Feeling the fury so pure and so bright
Breaking the bonds of surrender
Under the moon for our home we will fight
And we will die to defend her
And my voice is my violence
Clear the sky's frozen tears
And no more we'll be silent
Need Not You Forget1. ConflictingNeed Not You Forget in Romance More Like This
"A flower?" Leaf asked curiously, eyes wide in surprise. Green pursed a naughty smile.
"Pesky girl. Can't you tell it's a red rose? Or you don't even know what this is?"
The female brunette's lips were curved into a small frown. "I know what a rose is, Green."
The young Viridian leader's smile grew wider. "Good. Coz this rose is for you." He slid the rose on her upper left ear. Leaf's face was a shade of red. Green moved closer until his own lips reached her ear. "And just in case you've forgotten, I love you."
"Oh wow!" Touko gasped in awe at the gift in the small box. It was a silver necklace. The pendant was engraved into a heart-shaped diamond. The brunette gawked incredulously at the necklace, then at the snickering boy in front of her. Her mouth was agape, still frozen from the shock.
Cheren chuckled silently at his girlfriend's funny expression. "What? I told you that I will give you a special gift for your birthday." He took the ne
Amour D'enfance 9 "Hey Hikari. We're best friends forever right?"Amour D'enfance 9 in Drama More Like This
The dark brunette turned her head to the side, staring dumbly at the little boy's sudden question. "Yes." A single word was heard from her, barely a sound to the boy's ears.
Jun huffed happily. He clenched his small fists and raised them up in the air. "Good then! Coz I like being friends with you!" The youngling smiled at the shy girl, resulting in her blushing even more.
Hikari hid her face under her red scarf. The boy's enthusiasm always makes her fluster. And as a little seven year old, she didn't know why."Why Why do you ask me all of a sudden?" she asked meekly, her mouth still hiding inside the soft attire.
The small blonde gazed at his one and only childhood friend. "Nothin' much. I love being friends with you. You're quiet and shy but you are really fun to be with! Plus, your mom makes delicious pancakes. So I have reasons to come to yo
ASDFGHJKL1. ConflictingASDFGHJKL in Humor More Like This
"Leaf, hurry up. I don't have all day." The young man grunted bitterly as he glanced at his watch for the tenth time. Another heavy sigh escaped his lips. "If you don't hurry up, I will personally come up there and push you!"
"Shut up!" Leaf shouted from afar. She growled under her breath, exhaling a few curses along the way. She looked downwards. It wasn't that high. It was only a few feet down; about five at least. Leaf can do it. She's brave. She's going to prove to that snobby Green that she can jump off the cliff with her bike like a daredevil.
Only problem: She was having second thoughts.
"Leaf Alexandria Blue! Hurry the fuck up!" The young man's echo was booming in her eardrums. Leaf bit her lower lip, screaming, "I'm moving, you meanie!"
Green sighed again. Only this time, it was louder and able to reach her earshot. Who knew Leaf wasn't one to be challenged? He chuckled dryly. The idea of jumping down from a cliff with a bike was just a mere joke to Green
How to Attract a Woman1. GreenHow to Attract a Woman in Humor More Like This
"Here you go my little brat." Green flashed a seductive smirk while holding a single red rose in front of the curious brunette. Leaf was stunned without words. She didn't expect the young Viridian leader to pop up in front of her doorstep at 5 in the morning.
Green smirked devilishly. "Told you I'm anticipating for our little date today." He chuckled at her messy brown hair and shocked expression. Clearly Leaf had just awakened. She wore nothing but a big tee and a pink panty. The sight sent a tingling joy in his skin. Green focused his attention on her adorable, dumbstricken face; his smirk never leaving his lips. The boy has no regrets surprising her at dawn.
"Look Hikari! I've plucked some Mago berries for you!" Jun screamed happily while flashing a bucket filled with berries in front of his childhood friend. Sadly, instead of a happy squeal, he obtained a frightful gasp.
"Jun! What the hell happened to your body and face?!"
The blonde pursed a curious
Amour D'enfance 5 Hikari walked into the streets of the festival. She hugged her doll tighter as her thoughts wandered to the incident inside the Ferris wheel.Amour D'enfance 5 in Romance More Like This
She blinked her eyes dumbly, shocked at his invitation. She opened her mouth yet again, only to be closed again. The young trainer bit her nail, nervous as to what to say.
Sadly to him, Lucas already knew her answer. "It's okay if you don't want to then "
He stared at her, confused at her reaction. Now he was dumbstruck.
Hikari pursed her lips tight. "I I would love to go to the ball with you " She gripped the inanimate Cyndaquil.
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Hikari," he sighed. "I'm not pressuring you or anything. If you don't wanna go with me its fi-"
"But I do wanna go with you!" Her voice was slightly louder than usual, echoing inside the cargo. She stood up, startling the youn
Amour D'enfance 10 His eyes closed.Amour D'enfance 10 in Romance More Like This
His mouth pressed shut.
His heartbeat pounding in a calming rhythm.
Slowly, the blonde-haired boy opened his eyes. He looked around. Darkness. Yet a warm breeze flowed to his neck and arm, causing a slight shudder. His eyes moved everywhere, thinking heavily of his unknown whereabouts. The hell am I? He was getting anxious. The young man began to move his feet. He cares not for his safety inside the darkness around him. What he wanted was answers for his existence in the abyss.
A small smile pursed his lips as his eyes caught the sight of a door. He could feel his feet dashing faster than ever. With one huge huff, he swung his arm, opening the door.
His eyes gawked; dumbfounded.
A beautiful garden flashed upon his sight. But there was more; there was a huge tree a single tree, standing amongst the beautiful colours of f
Childhood Fate5 years oldChildhood Fate in Romance More Like This
"Hi! I'm Jun!" What's your name?"
The girl kept her mouth shut, her fingers pressing her lips in embarrassment.
Jun was getting impatient. "Are you broken?" He poked the little girl's head mindlessly, eyebrow raised. "My mummy says some toys can't move or speak coz they're broken. Are you a toy? Are you broken?" The girl made no sudden movement. Jun could see the faint blush on her cheeks as he continued to poke her forehead. "So you are a toy, huh?"
The little girl shook her head rapidly. "No."
Jun laughed at the small squeak she made. "You're a funny toy."
She dared to stare at the boy; eyes slightly teary at his accusation. "I am not a toy! You're mean!"
He laughed again. The petite little girl began to sob quietly. "You're mean!"
"No I am not. I really thought you were a toy. Maybe you're a doll. You look like one."
Fate's Love1. TwinleafFate's Love in Romance More Like This
8 years old
"Ready Kari Kari?"
Hikari nodded eagerly. "Ready." With one sharp breath, she banged the toy bongos.
"Presenting the amazing Pokémon Champion of Sinnoh!" The little blonde shouted from inside the closet. At the count of three, he opened the sliding door and jumped out. Jun held his hips in pride, huffing like a boastful man. "All hail the powerful champion!"
"Yayy!" Hikari cheered for her friend. She clapped in joy as Jun walked triumphantly in front of her.
"Oh my Arceus!"
The two froze and turned around, only to see Mrs Pearl standing at the door in total aghast. "My room!" Her eyes scanned around. Clothes were everywhere. The bed was in a clump of mess. Her makeup and accessories were all jumbled up and on the floor. She then looked at her son. "Jun! What are you doing in daddy's clothes?!"
Jun grinned guiltily. He was wearing his father's green jacket, which seemed too big for the little one's body. Not only that, but the kid was also wearing his
Amour D'enfance 8 "Damn damn damn DAMN!" Jun shouted angrily, throwing rocks into the clear lake of Verity. He clenched his fists tighter, clawing his nails deep into his palms. It has been almost an hour since he left the Grand Ball. His raging sunset eyes glared irately into the clear surface. He could see his childhood friend; smiling, laughing, being all cheerful everytime she's with him.Amour D'enfance 8 in Drama More Like This
And then he saw Lucas.
He could see the man dancing with the fair lady. He could see the bastard receiving every joy, every smile she has everything that was supposedly meant for him.
Jun growled. Frustrated, he plopped his body down the grassy field. His eyes stared in sorrow into the beautiful starry sky.
No, not at all
He chuckled grimly at his answer. I should have just pull her and bring her as far away from him when I had the chance. His teeth gritted menacingly at his though
Amour D'enfance 11 + DONE Hikari unlocked the door to Jun's house. A day after his revival, he was able to admit out of the hospital; much to her relief. Staying in the hospital brings too much pain in her. She placed her satchel on the sofa. Eventhough her face looked and seemed calm, her heart was twisted with worry in so many levels. She gazed at the satchel. Her eyes grew woozy and weary; tired thanks to a sleepless five days.Amour D'enfance 11 + DONE in Romance More Like This
Her ears caught the sounds of Pokémon entering. She stayed frozen, eyes still on her satchel. Staraptor walked inside his trainer's household. On his back was Jun, sitting and resting his body on the giant predator Pokémon. Floatzel turned on the light switch. In seconds, the room was lit. The blonde turned his head, eyes searching for his mother.
As if she knew what he was thinking, Hikari answered, "Your mom went on a one week vacation with my mom. They'll be back in a few days."
Jun stared at his frie
Serial Killers Like Taylor Swift TooI curl up in front of the televisionSerial Killers Like Taylor Swift Too in Free Verse More Like This
On early Saturday mornings,
Cereal accompanying me as
I surf HD Technicolor waves.
Cartoons are on, cat and mouse games
Acted out by mute, animated fictions.
Rerunning soap operas are playing,
Squeaky clean and altogether lacking
Dirt and blood and real life.
The news is on too, always on,
Showing us their new faux weather reports
As they flash their million dollar
Smiles and tell us about the latest shooting
In Oakland or Freemont or Palo Alto,
And how the murderer killed 24 and a half
Not-so-innocents, on a whim.
Through my sleep-blurred eyes I can tell
The killer looks familiar, maybe from
My school in San Francisco, perhaps
The queer boy who always admired
Numbers are ExhaustingHenrietta says there's only three days in a year - yesterday, today, and tomorrow. She doesn't have a single calendar up in her house, while my room is filled with enhanced photographs of the same mountains taken in twelve different months of the year.Numbers are Exhausting in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She says Mondays are too loathed to be considered a real day, and that Fridays are too anticipated and idealized to actually exist. I argue, say we need weekly patterns to give us something to look forward to. At this she clucks her tongue, shakes her head real slow, and hands over my lemonade with a mournful air, as if I had just committed one of the seven and a half deadly sins.
Dates are even more bizarre to Henrietta. She always asks me why we number time, the closest thing we have to immortality, and why we celebrate it when it comes to an end. Every New Year's Eve she goes to bed at 8:15, just like always, sleeping through the annual cycle of casually throwing out one year in exchange for a new, shinier one.
She doesn't know that I
The Formal End to EverthingIt was the last day of life and we needed something for them to remember. Something that would be able to hold all of the world, all of us, even after we'd gone.The Formal End to Everthing in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Todd suggested a capsule scarcely bigger than an aspirin. A space-time pill, he had said. None of had ever agreed on anything, but now we did. Maybe having twenty-two hours before everything ends does that to a person.
So we started injecting our keepsakes and memories into the capsule, the soon-to-be last remnant of us. I included a kaleidoscope I wasn't able to see out of, and the day of my seventh birthday party. Ma put in her best dress, a Thanksgiving, and the feeling of wind blowing through her hair. Dad contributed his old Ford pick-up and the sound of crickets at night. And Todd, well, he just spoke some words and tucked a photograph of our dead dog Gracie into the very back. He was the one who closed the capsule, sealed the last of our space-time into its small case, and sent it off on our last rocket to wherever life
C Wing GroupTo all those in the broken place. To the lost trapped in a sterile white carousel that spins round and round too fast, so no matter how hard you try you can never get off. To the hurt locked away in burnt orange cells with beds and desks bolted to the ground with no mirrors to see their names. To the people who fell too hard or cried too often, here are words for you.C Wing Group in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There are universes out there you cannot see. Stars blocked by concrete and suns behind shaded windows. I am telling you this because they are whispering to you now, of the secrets you tried so hard to keep hidden beneath your faded jacket sleeves. If you stop and wait, hold your breath behind fractured lips, you can hear them as they promise, as they swear they'll protect the fragile memories you've entrusted them with. I am telling you now to believe them, for galaxies are too lonely to betray your trust.
Behind civilized monoliths lie towering redwoods. The horizon is marred by leaf-
The Memory of PersistenceI count sheepThe Memory of Persistence in Free Verse More Like This
And clocks and other
Glorious things to pass
The time before
The clock strikes midnight
And I fall into a slumber
Atop a pumpkin patch,
My splendid gown a
And my hair a nest
Yet I sleep away
The tangled mats
And I sleep away
The Hessian-induced burns,
Drifting away to
A green pasture where
There are snow-white sheep
And a ticking sun
Lies in the red-rose sky,
The pendulum swinging and
Shining brightly, a star
To wish away the day.
The Catholic AtheistShe says angels are the ugliest creatures. She tells me they're undeniably perfect, an adjective we strive to attain in our world, only to find we are ignorant when it comes to knowing the true meaning.The Catholic Atheist in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She says they're so aesthetically beautiful that our eyes bleed when we see them. She is certain they are the reason why the blind can't see.
She says our ears ring when we hear their voices, loud and clear in the night. She swears they are the reason why the deaf can't hear.
She says our hearts shatter into a one thousand and six hundred seventy-nine pieces when we touch them, and then are quickly reconstructed using a hot glue gun. She is sure they are why the lovers are suffering.
She says angels are why the world is full of sin and pain and loss and death. She knows this to be the truth, as she sits there, broken wings fluttering and halo crooked atop her head, and I cannot argue with her.
LeftoversI.Leftovers in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kelsey is a drop of water. She tells me this everyday at lunch, as she eats rice with noodles or week-old pizza and I nibble at a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the same meal I have brought for lunch for the past three years. And everyday I ask her what she could possibly mean by such an absurd statement, but in reply she only shakes her head and mutters something about ignorance.
Silvia is nothing. She does not tell me this anyday but I know it to be true as she stares at her uninteresting peanut butter and jelly sandwich with apathetic eyes. I always try to offer her some wisdom, advice, or some purple mashed potatoes that always seem to end up in my lunch box. She turns each one down with boring politeness, and I shake my head and tell her she's ignorant, a statement she refuses to hear.
She kept a jar of innocence above the kitchen sink, perched atop a stack of Portuguese cookbooks, collecting dust and fading in the bright sunlight. A wilting flower leaned against
DiagnosisYou were diagnosed on the fifth of June. We were at the clinic, reading month-old magazines while melodies from the elevator music station drifted from the overhead speakers. You had a frown on your face, I was lost in thought, and when they called you in I didn't even notice. That is, until, I realized the atmosphere had gotten considerably lighter in the past few minutes since you had left.Diagnosis in Short Stories More Like This
So I sat in content silence reading yard tips for the garden we didn't have until you returned. Your face was ashen, and you were quiet, but still you managed to don a superior smirk. This composure you maintained until we got in the car, but as soon as the engine started, you exploded.
"They said I was infected," you began, without warning, "that I had a serious case and it was terminal. Terminal. Can you believe it? Who the hell do they think they are? I know for certain that I am perfectly healthy. I'd know if something was wrong. You know I would know, right?"
I nodded, an
And a Sixpence in her ShoeSomething Old.And a Sixpence in her Shoe in Short Stories More Like This
The first time we meet I am letting a cat out of my bag and you are skipping rocks and skipping school. At first glance I can tell you are broken, with your tired eyes and quivering smirk, and at second glance I realize you are beautiful.
As the cat runs off, a black streak melting into an oil portrait of the woodsy lake, you notice me and tell me your name. In return I tell you a secret.
Secrets, we soon find out, are the oldest tricks in the book.
After we meet each other we find ourselves together time and time again. At the ice cream parlor, the Cineplex, and the animal rescue center. I am busy picking up more cats to free, you are busy trying to stop me.
By that point our fates are inseparable, our secrets are inseparable, and we are inseparable.
You slip a worn diamond on my finger months later, a blatant promise. I accept it with a kiss, and though you may be broken and I may have compulsive cat-liberation tendencies, we marry weeks later.
Forget-Me-NotsIt's February 14, 2005, and they are both at the ice cream parlor, despite the snow outside. All around them couples are sharing ice cream and cold hands. He orders chocolate and she orders strawberry, and the two sit down and don't acknowledge each other's existence.Forget-Me-Nots in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's February 14, 2006, and they are both at the ice cream parlor, despite the snow outside. As they weave through the sea of couples, he notices her and smiles. She returns the favor, and he orders chocolate while she orders strawberry, and the two happen to sit down at the same table and begin to talk.
It's February 14, 2007, and they are both at the ice cream parlor, and for once it is not snowing. They are talking about favorite colors, favorite seasons, favorite sports, pausing only to buy ice cream. He orders chocolate and she orders strawberry, and as the two sit down she tells him her favorite flower is a forget-me-not.
It's February 14, 2008, and they are both at the same ice cream parlor, and once again it is sn
YouThere's blood on my hands andYou in Free Verse More Like This
Gashes on my heart.
I'm bleeding out, inside.
I'm crying in the dark.
The restless nights of shame and
Broken days I've spent.
I'm trying to live again.
I'm trying to repent.
But your not helping to heal
The wounds that hurt so bad
Your ripping me up again.
Your enjoying driving me mad....
Maybe you should.Forget you ever knew me,Maybe you should. in Free Verse More Like This
Forget you ever cared.
Forget we made those promises.
I guess your judgement was impaired.
I am.I am afraidI am. in Free Verse More Like This
I am alone
I am crying in the dark
Theres nobody home
I am defeated
I am lost
I am the one taking all of the blame
No matter what the cost
I am forgotten
I am thrown away
I am begging you not to do this
But theres nothing that I could say
I am on my own
I am at fault
I am the one who did this
Your just rubbing my wounds with salt
To be you.I wonder what it's like to be youTo be you. in Free Verse More Like This
You do the things I can only wish to
You run free and do as you want
While I'm stuck here
It's because of my parents I can't
I'm like a bird in a cage in a store
And you're an eagle above me
I can only watch you soar
I wonder what you think of those who can't stretch their wings
I know we look like ants from up there
Like pathetic little things
But can you see from my view for a moment
How to watch your freedom
Is my torment
I long to fly with you one day
To taste the air and to see the view
I wonder what it's like....
What is it like to be you?
LinedRunning.Lined in Free Verse More Like This
Weeping willowUnder the willowWeeping willow in Free Verse More Like This
Where they met so long ago
Under the tree
She gave a contented sigh
Under that tree
That's where two young lovers went to die
Under the old willow
Where no child is allowed to play
Lonely, no one ever stays
Cloaked in the past
Under the tree it seems
No happiness can last
That tree stands all alone
No one cares to remember it
How ever long its grown
Under the tree
Two young lovers said goodbye
Mourning and alone
Now you know why willows weep
Why willows cry.
I love....you?I hate you for making me feel this way.I love....you? in Free Verse More Like This
I hate you for making me act this way.
I hate you for saying we'll be together...some day.
I hate you because there's no price I wouldn't pay.
I hate you for making me feel again.
I hate you for leaving again.
I hate you for bringing the rain.
I hate you because now there's nothing but pain.
I hate you for making me hurt him.
I hate you for making me betray him.
I hate you for filling my heart to the brim.
I hate you because being without you is like missing a limb.
I love you for being there.
I love you for taking me there.
I love you for being the one to care.
I love you because life just isn't fair.
Remember.She never thought they'd have to part,Remember. in Free Verse More Like This
Never had to think about if he loved her not,
She hung on every word he said,
Like her whole world was dependent on a single thread,
She loved the way he looked at her
That his touch could always make her so sure.
He made her feel and made her feel safe
But that was only a part of his charming lure.
But the thread was being pulled tight,
And she hid her tears in the darkness of night.
She knew that soon the thread would break,
It was just a question of how much it could take.
He was falling out of love and there was nothing she could do.
She knew soon her fairy tale would be through.
He'd kiss her and leave her cold
He said he'd treasure her.... like she was gold....
But she knew their time had passed
And it was amazing, for as long as these things last,
The thread snapped just as she knew
Within a week he had someone new,
A girl with red hair and green eyes,
And every time she sees them a little part of her dies.
To think that she meant so little
Who's the monster here?If your a monster,Who's the monster here? in Free Verse More Like This
Whats my excuse?
Is it in my nature?
I can't help it. Whats the use?
If you show pity
While I show hate,
Is it really you who's the monster?
Solitude is my likely fate.....
Can we help who we are?
When we are judged on what.
You, my kind demon.
Better than a mortal who never thought,
But always knew what she was to become.
But never stopped.
Never thought of
Contrary poison.Such a poisonous girlContrary poison. in Free Verse More Like This
She feels so alone
She's tainted all she's ever known
Left them to fend for themselves
When she's ripped their defences down
Tied them to an anchor
Just to see them drown
They gasp for air but
The poison worked to quickly
The sweetest kiss
Now suffocating and sickly
She never meant to hurt them
But killing is too much fun
She loved them all
So ashamed of what she's done .
Own Little WorldOwn Little WorldOwn Little World in Profiles More Like This
In this world you are told to explain and explain everything you do.
What if there was an escape?
What if there was something to let you be more free?
I know of such a place.
Slip in to the world where the air you breath is yours.
Nothing to overwhelm you, and nothing to cloud your mind.
You can be anyone, do anything that you would ever want to try.
Time does not exist here, therefor.
We will never die.
Lilly SatouThough your eyes can not see,Lilly Satou in Free Verse More Like This
You can feel I'm here.
Your blue eyes unable to grasp an image,
It must be terrible.
You may have learned to adapt,
But I feel you may be in pain.
When you hear me,
You know exactly where I am.
And when I'm in pain,
You don't know what to do.
But I'll be your eyes, Lilly.
I'll do anything I can for you.
Hanako IkezawaYour face and body,Hanako Ikezawa in Free Verse More Like This
But I look beyond your past,
Your scars and scares.
I look at you as my equal,
Someone I can rely on.
You think you're nothing more than a burden,
But you're a beautiful young girl I call friend...
The cold Welsh air.The cold Welsh airThe cold Welsh air. in Free Verse More Like This
As I sit in my room, the cold creeping in and making me shiver.
I think of the days in the future where I will share these days.
These days shared with the ones I love and care for.
The cold of the air gone for I am in the warmth of love.
The weather is cold all year round but that is just something you like.
The cold is better than the warm.
The warm is mostly unknown to me, the rain is far to fond of me.
The days we will spend walking in this cold and rainy place, is something I look forward to.
The land is beautiful, the buildings small.
The people nice, but shifty un' all.
The distance is a test, but when you are in my arms.
It will have been worth it, for we are the best.
UnbelievableThe things I've done and seen,Unbelievable in Free Verse More Like This
Are near unbelievable,
For those with the mind that can not handle new things.
I am called 'liar' by those who can't believe things.
My mental state drove me to do those things.
My mental state told me to do it for fun,
Or maybe for something of greater importance,
But only to me.
Some call me 'liar' for the fact that they haven't lived like I,
They view my life as a sham because they can't live it.
Because they can't imagine what I've done.
Let me just say,
Just because you ain't seen it happen, doesn't mean it didn't.
Last mans diary.Last mans diary.Last mans diary. in Settings More Like This
It's coming near to the end, I am writing this so that if anyone is still alive and finds this they will know that others were here. I am John, my last name is not important. As I write this I can hear the undead hordes scratching their way through the door and against the walls. This infection sent the world to hell in days, the pain of seeing my loved ones bitten and watching the blood drip from their bodies almost drove me insane. I then had to kill them, my mother, brother, five year old sister. It was horrible and now I am the only one left. My dad fucked off somewhere to save his own skin instead of help his family. I'll miss this world, I think. Hell by the time you read this you might of already knocked my undead head off. Just be safe and keep calm in these dark times. The only thing that has kept me going is thinking there are more out there. DO NOT LET ME DOWN!
NostalgiaNostalgiaNostalgia in Settings More Like This
I was walking around my house trying to find something to do. The sound of rain smashing against the window was just a depressing noise that I wanted to drown out with my laughter. I had nothing to entertain myself, the tele had nothing good on and I wasn't able to reach the fridge. I sat on the sofa and crossed my arms for about an hour. Then I hear my door open. Who could this be? I am home alone so could it be my mommy?
I rushed to the door and yes it was my mother and she had a quite large black bag and told me to take it upstairs and open it. I was curious to ask what was in there but I decided to find out for myself.
I rushed up the stairs holding the bag. When I reached my room I gently layed it on my bed and opened it. My eyes couldn't believe it. They were shocked beyond all belief. I reached in to the bag and pulled out my very first gaming console. The SEGA Genesis. Oh it was beautiful, I screamed in surprise and my mother rushed up to help me plug the Genesis in t
Oh how to kill.Oh how to kill.Oh how to kill. in Settings More Like This
"Step right this way sir and sit in this chair. I'll give you a little... Trim"
A man with a sinister yet trustworthy voice said.
"You better not mess this up John."
The man said looking at John as he sat in the chair. The minute he made contact with the chair, metal harneses came out of it and trapped him in place.
"What is the meaning of this John?!"
Said the man in fear. John just looked at him with a grin as his hand slid gently across the metal tools on a small little wheeld table.
"Oh how wonderful this is. Another one! Another lamb to the slaughter so to speak. Well the meaning of this is your blood. I want it spilled everywhere, this dark grey room could use some dark red don't you think!?"
John said with a hint of insanity in his tone. John grabbed the mans hair and tugged hard.
"Well!? I need a straight answer Mr. Walker."
John said whilst tugging more. Mr. Walker's eyes started to water.
"N-no! It would look worse Sir!"
Said Walker while struggling to break f
Get a LifeGet a life.Get a Life in Free Verse More Like This
The argument for those more socially acceptable.
But what if I don't want a single life?
I play games and have multiple.
One day I am a medieval knight on a holy pilgrimage.
The next I fight in the front lines of our greatest wars.
And on another I'm a musician.
All these lives put together,
I have more than you.
A fully augmented human being.
These are my lives.
And I can't wait to get another.
The world of Wonders and TerrorsThe world of Wonders and TerrorsThe world of Wonders and Terrors in Free Verse More Like This
As you lay your head on your pillow at night.
You close your eyes and enter a land of dreams.
Maybe a land of lovely dreams.
Or maybe a land of evil and missery.
You enter the land of wonders.
Happiness surrounds you, your friends surround you.
You love what you see, feel and hear.
The love of everything around you brings you to complete bliss.
When you awake from this, you smile.
You stretch your arms out and you are happy.
Happy for the day.
Ready to face any obsticle in your way.
But when you enter the land of terrors.
Evil surrounds you, your enemies laugh at you.
You hate all that is around you, all you see.
The hatred and anger, or the missery and fear piles up inside of you.
When you awake from this, you are in a panic.
Breathing heavily, sweating, maybe even crying.
You rub your head and say.
"I'm glad that was all a dream..."
So think tonight.
When your head touches the pillow.
Will you slip in to the land of wonders?
Or the land of terrors?
4 things about a boy who called himself man1.4 things about a boy who called himself man in Free Verse More Like This
he would reply,
"well, you asked for a man, didn't you?"
and i would have to press my
whole-lotta-honey colored lips together
"and i got one, didn't i?"
his words were always cold when he was with me.
the thing i loved most
about him was the fact that he wanted
to teach me.
about the things he loved,
about music, about appreciation,
and i think at some point he wanted to teach me
(he just didn't go about it
the right way, i don't think.)
"i want you to have these experiences,
even if we don't
end up together."
and i guess that should've been
my warning sign.
that we weren't going to end up together.
it's not easy to remember the little
stuff about me.
it's not easy to remember
all my little dates and the fact that
i'm sick or need medicine.
(and i guess
that since he was the first one to do it,
it just attracted me more,
and i suffered for hoping that he loved me,
it's not easy to remember me.
but i don't think he'll forget me.
my hair is growing longthank god for x-acto knives andmy hair is growing long in Free Verse More Like This
marking pins and heroine
addicts and you.
thank god for good music.
and thanksgiving meals and
grandmas and spanish teachers that
actually care about you.
thank god for
quizbowl teams and gay sponsors and
that give you strength even while
thank god for sandwiches and mothers and
thank god for blue gatorade and
little girls’ dreams and
leather ballet shoes.
thank god for hair bows and tutus and
a stage made up of glass.
thank god for hamstrings and
thank god for dazy
and little lion manes.
thank god for big paws and
wasp stings and
thank god for sally.
thank god for self-destruction.
and thank god for signs.
thank god for twin sisters and
best friends and
conjoined hips and most of all:
thank god for support.
thank god for love and
care and tragedy
and train tracks lit up in the dark
AlyssaFor AlyssaAlyssa in Free Verse More Like This
dear girl who i quite but don't quite know,
this is for you.
this is for your hopes and dreams
and the pencils you have as fingers.
i wish i could reach into
the deepest recesses
of your cloudy mind and crush
every single broken chain,
every single shard of glass,
so that maybe one day
it'll be too easy for
someone to come along and
glue you back together.
this is for your heart that i know
has layers of steel built
around the center and
one too many scars to count.
if i could i would pull you
into the ocean and
let you float atop
the grains of salty tears so that
no one but you and i would
know that you were
still crying so loudly.
maybe then your tired head would
lie asleep for once,
instead of constantly
twittering around playfully.
this is for the colors
you paint with your words
that slosh against my feelings
and coat them with a
thorough wash of love.
i think that you need a rest.
people push at you and
then you're lost in the hands
of bruising grips, of b
you are what you eatdomine, adiuva meyou are what you eat in Free Verse More Like This
i never wanted this
to happen the way it
it was supposed to be so
i was supposed to be gone before
screaming and shouting
and vomit and
where are my fingers?
my vision is so blurry,
ice cold water rising up,
touching my chin.
i do not remember
how i got here.
i do not remember
i do not remember
i do not remember when i
vomited upon my body,
nor when i was lain
there was an open
bottle of pain meds when she
walked through the door.
three little white pills
the rest missing from their
where are the pills, she asked.
where are the rest?
she found her baby in the bedroom,
lying face down
in her own vomit.
she found the pills.
i was not sorry until
i woke up the next day,
vomiting up blood
and my own guts, and my
sister called me
i was not sorry until
she sobbed, "i was so worried
slowly, and then all at onceand for once, he slips on his wedding ring, to cure the monotony. it slides over his knuckle, a perfect fit, and in the morning release of sunlight the silver gleams at him. it glares, calling him a liar: she is not a whorehouse and you are too broke to own her, you harlot, you. he buttons up, tucks in his shirt tail, and buckles his belt. the clinking of metal parts is the only sound in the room besides the dusting of her breathing beside him. and when he's gone, the only thing he leaves behind are the bruises on her collarbone.slowly, and then all at once in Free Verse More Like This
you find him because you're lonely, (well, it's actually the opposite.) he finds you because his wardrobe is black and his shoes are scuffed and he asks you where your castle is. you're the only princess he sees 'round here. the rain soaks into his shirt and he curses it, grinning. and damn girl, you follow him, because you think you see some kinda warmth in his ice blue eyes.
it takes you days t
addressed to the screams from the radiolast night i got highaddressed to the screams from the radio in Free Verse More Like This
(just like you used to)
and i tattooed the letters of your name across
my chest where my heart
and my lungs
i was reminded of the whites of your
i drug quaters across the skin like i was
gambling away all my veins
from a scratchcard.
(i think someone tried to tell me last
night that i was clasping
my hands together--
like a fucking prayer--
i.i heard you howlingi. in Free Verse More Like This
at two a.m. in the bathroom,
the rain drowning out
i heard you tearing at
the hollow of your throat.
you'd think that no one else would be
as sly as you to know
you aren't really what you say,
you're not okay--
you're not okay.
you named her anne after
the mother that never raised you.
called her your baby,
but never once did she
press her tongue against her teeth.
i saw the song lyrics
scrawled on the back of your hand
when you were sound asleep,
fist in stomach.
she's got bruises on her neck
that match up with yours.
she's got fingers like your daddy;
about that one i'm sure.
i read the words that hung
on the top of your lips.
i read the in betweens
the unders and overs
and the everything i could.
you took her in the
bathroom with you last night,
and i don't remember if
it was howling that i heard,
or illicit-sounding screaming.
she's not what you want her to be.
and i read in the papers
yesterday or the day before
about a girl
NecrophiliaShe knows that somewhere along the line something about her changed, but that won't stop her because she is invincible.Necrophilia in Short Stories More Like This
But even invincible people can shatter, can't they?
Au bout du fossé, la culbute.
Pride comes before fall.
It's hard, he would tell her. It's hard to live in a world where society is what it is. She would stare at his eyes as they filled with this sort of emptiness that she knew by heart, the piercing green fading into a dim peridot. He would lightly finger the wide leather bracelets that covered his wrists and it gave it away to her all too soon.
She didn't even need to see the glimpse of puffy and reddening skin around the bright scars because she just knew.
And before she could form some sort of jumbled thought in her head, the bell would ring through her ears and he would be walking, walking, walking away from safety.
Feelings turn into thoughts. Thoughts turn into words.
CrossroadsAs I stand here,Crossroads in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Alone and unbidden.
I think of the paths,
And what ahead may lie hidden.
The roads are a star,
Spreading it's points in a crazy radical.
Which should I take?
Everything up to now has lead to who I am.
And now it's time for me to choose who I want to be.
Or become something new,
Who am I now, really?
This place is new to me.
And I still have new paths to roam.
But now I don't have to roam alone....
Sad man's regretsI left her alone,Sad man's regrets in Free Verse More Like This
I broke her heart.
Now the price,
Is mine being ripped apart.
I'll regret that day for evermore,
As my tears spill onto the floor.
My arms are heavy,
And fingers clumsy.
My throat is raw,
My wrists are chaffed.
My heart aches,
Every time I see that beautiful face.
That voice, so much like a bell,
Now only serves to toll out the hours of my living hell.
I want your pain.I hold your hands to the knife above my heart.I want your pain. in Free Verse More Like This
"Go ahead... As hard as you want to.." I tell you.
"No!!!!" you yell and throw the knife across the room.
"Why do you want me to do that?!"
"I want to feel your pain"
"Because I want to help. You don't have to carry it all by yourself"
NevermoreIn the mirror what do I see?Nevermore in Free Verse More Like This
A plain guy staring back at me.
Looks 23, but is only 17...
He's seen so many things that aren't meant to be seen.
On the outside smooth as glass,
Inside resolve shakes with thunderclaps.
Tsunamis, earthquakes, and typhoons,
Rock his world morning, night, and noon.
Then all is covered with ice,
Sudden blast and it's all crystallized.
Eyes icy grey like the sea,
His spirit chained, never free.
He raises his fist,
And it doesn't miss.
Glass falls tinkling to the floor,
And the raven caws "Nevermore"
Selfish LoverYour a selfish lover, but I don't mind.Selfish Lover in Free Verse More Like This
You take what you can, and I offer all I have.
But what happens now that I have no more to offer?
You say you love me, while you have another tell me their love for you...
You ask me to be okay... Their just a friend.
I love, I live, I long....
I want you but your tearing me apart...
I'm confused, hurt, and ashamed...
You bared me to your audience as a spectacle
Like a freak in your twisted little sideshow.
You like what I can do for you, but his is stronger and more potent...
I'm distanced and you want more, but I cannot offer what I can't give you...
Your selfish, but your also my lover...
Long NightsMy days are long,Long Nights in Free Verse More Like This
Nights are longer...
Is an old friend,
Sorely missed to me.
My thoughts are wild,
I dream no longer,
I chase endless hypotheticals,
Amongst the rocks and trees.
The only comfort there for me,
Is late when I see the muse,
Finding her way to me.
Her softest touch,
Is enough to set me free...
To calm my body,
And my raging seas.
She doesn't haze me,
Not like the drink,
Leading me down paths,
Of which alone,
I can never think.
But even with my muse,
The dark, my mind will see.
As a wise man has said before,
The night is always darkest, before the dawn...
StormThunder clapping,Storm in Free Verse More Like This
Mother Nature's fury lashes the ground.
To those who are brought fear from the mighty storm,
A gentle word or two to calm your shaking forms.
The grass greens,
Plants stand up tall.
After the mighty winds,
And pounding rain.
It brings life and harmony.
The earth is cleansed.
Old Mr. JaegermeisterThe bottle is frostyOld Mr. Jaegermeister in Free Verse More Like This
Icy cold to the touch
Dark and black, smell of licorice and mints
Made of blood, oats, and rum
I give good old Mr. Jaegermeister a run for his money.
The eve breaks close
My limit draws near
The frost on the bottle, stained with my tears.
He runs like ice, but warms like fire
Good old Mr. Jaegermeister dulls my desires
He comforts my pains
And consoles my thoughts.
He sits me down, a good old friend
Never to far out of hand
We watch the ball drop, side by side.
He binds my weak links
And breaks my chains
Allowing me to say what I would never have said.
Good old Mr. Jaegermeister, my dearest friend
It'll be another whole year,
Until we meet again...
AmputeeA touch of skin,Amputee in Free Verse More Like This
A flash of heat,
A a flush of red...
Fingers across skin,
Hands clasped tight,
Arms wrapped around,
Holding late at night...
My hands are my heart,
My feet my soul....
Through them I feel everything that I know.
But for you,
I cut out my heart and soul.
I won't let them get out of control.
Into a dark drawer,
I set my being.
Physicality is all I know,
For you I set this aside,
So you may fill my hollow insides.
For you I live to be,
A simple amputee....
NeuronOne thoughtNeuron in Free Verse More Like This
Then a wire stretches out
Three, seven, eighteen...
Now a web.
Always one step,
Thirteen steps ahead.
My mind is a maze,
Threaded through with trip wires.
Diamond edged steel,
Icy cold walls.
One thought leads to another,
My rationale like the neurons on which it runs.
Shadows lie within each other,
Darkness overlaps and merges.
Grasp a thread,
And get a ball.
Touch the floor,
And land in an endless pitfall.
Enter if you dare,
None have tried before.
My walls are meant to protect those around me,
But place me far out of reach of those I love.
My PrincessHello there my Princess,My Princess in Free Verse More Like This
How are you today?
Come and dine with me,
Like you did last night,
In a forest far away.
I know I'm just a lowly peasant,
Like you tell me every day.
But if I didn't know any better--
I'd say you liked me that way.
You see that crown atop your head?
--A perfect image in the morn,--
However, late at night,
That crown becomes adorned.
Come dine with me,
Like you did last night,
And many nights before.
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
Keep your secrets, wolfgirl.I have been suffocatingKeep your secrets, wolfgirl. in Free Verse More Like This
on the stars of my past
like horny gentlemen
do with innocent looking
wolfgirls at 3am- their bite
fearless as thieves.
My lilac lungs are breathing in
dust and the tears of Saturn’s
while the rest of me -
well, shes warm off wine
and poems left
Are you Gay?My heart threatens to gag me.Are you Gay? in Free Verse More Like This
Needing to exorcise a demon,
these speechless fingers tremble
against silent computer keys.
Voice hiding, far off
in one of those dusty shelve books
with the yellowed pages, smelling of
age and wisdom's of years past
one finds in a 25 cent bookstore.
I think I'm dying, gagging and choking
on words that lock themselves willingly away
behind a worthless, self loathing poets tongue.
"I don't know."
I. don't. fucking. know.
I must hate myself, or this demon that breathes
its hot, angry whispers inside my head
would set me free from a castled prison
built within the marrow of these cowardly bones.
Spit, and tears, and beady crow eyes
have me shaking in my own skin.
Skin I once thought worn tough,
dragon scaled and fire proof.
It flakes, and it peels
leaving me in naked, bleeding layers.
A cowardly lioness, fearing wrath
for sins of the flesh she can't help but commit.
Judge me not,
For even that is a sin.
i am a magenta february.Winteri am a magenta february. in Free Verse More Like This
is still clinging
to my skin,
sleeping within the tangles
of my night witch hair.
65 days to learn
& Icarus, with his
sun kissed fingers
my throat, giggles
knowingly in my ear.
I have misplaced my
of a heart
so many times,
I’m not even sure
it ever existed
they never lie-
Covered in frost
I am a magenta
the imprint of teeth
that bruised centuries
& bed sheets.
Scorpions and Love LettersI never longed to hear him call meScorpions and Love Letters in Free Verse More Like This
'Dear Heart' as if he wrote love letters
to his own, bloody mass of an organ
that beat up a rhythm between my
bruised yet sturdy, castle ribs.
itching between the stitching
of a patchwork Frankenstein.
As I will never give it up to the poet
with the sloppy tongue-
ugly verses dripping from his lips
like a love sick plague
leaving me hollow;
a soulless shell seeking escape.
I'll never love him.
This Scorpio heart is mine.
Covered in barbed wire,
It stings and it cries
but it rips and it tears
and it bites
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
..What you didn't see.."I Love You"..What you didn't see.. in Free Verse More Like This
I write this, and you are right next to me...
You cannot see this, or ever guess I'm writing this,
Or probably even notice I am writing at all.
You could never guess I feel this way,
For I hide it well enough from you.
I've felt like this for a long time now,
I've just never said anything to you.
The only way I show it is by staying by your side,
It's the best I can do for now.
But someday soon I'll tell you,
And I hope maybe you'll see me in that way as well...
..One with you..As I look up at the cloudy sky,..One with you.. in Free Verse More Like This
I see your face as the rain falls down.
I close my eyes and say your name,
As the rain disguises the tears I shed.
My heart is filled with love all the time,
Even though we are separated.
Our hearts are both filled with pure joy,
For we love each other more than anything else.
This love is so very strong and will never end,
For you are mine and mine alone.
I want to be at your side,
And gaze at into your beautiful eyes.
I want to fall asleep with you,
Being held close in your arms.
I want to share my sorrows with you,
For only you can make them vanish in the night.
If we are able to smile together,
We can make it through everything.
So for you my only true love,
I'll cross the sea and be one with you.
..Out in the rain..Staring out into the rain,..Out in the rain.. in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder what your doing now.
The rain makes me think of you,
For where you are it always falls.
I think about the days we'll have,
Watching the rain fall day by day.
For now I'll watch the drops fall alone,
And dream of the future we'll have.
Sometime I even wonder if just maybe,
You look out into the rain and think the same.
..I am needed..I never thought I was the important,..I am needed.. in Free Verse More Like This
That anyone would ever need me.
I never thought I could change a life,
Let alone save one without knowing it.
This world really would be different without me,
No matter what I think or say.
There are people here who need me,
As much as I need them.
For I am the messenger,
Keeping everyone together.
When they can't see or hear eachother,
I must step in to help in any way.
We've all suffer so much apart,
And we all long to be together.
But in the end everything will be okay,
Because I know there are people who love me.
And even if one is far away,
In my heart and my mind he'll always stay.
..I'll be here for you..You've made me believe,..I'll be here for you.. in Free Verse More Like This
The world is not such a bad place.
Cause how can a world be so wrong,
When someone like you is here for me.
You make me feel like I can do almost anything,
And that nothing is impossible if I try.
You've stood right by me,
Through all the hard times I've had.
I promise you I'll never forget those times we've shared,
All the tears I've cried and all the smiles you've given me.
When the time comes and you need someone,
You know that I'll be right here for you.
I never thought I could feel like this,
But you've proved anything is possible.
So don't let there be a doubt in your mind,
Cause I will always be here for you.
No matter what your going through,
I'll stand by you like you stand by me.
You have made me feel beautiful,
And I'll never believe otherwise thanks to you.
Why Can't People...Why can't people realize they are hurting others?Why Can't People... in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't people see they're not protecting others?
Why can't they see what they are doing is making things worse?
Why can't people just leave others be?
Why can't people see when they are not needed?
Why can't things just be the way they're meant to be?
Why can't people see the pain others are in?
Why can't people see the hurt in others hearts?
Why can't some people try to actually help?
But then why can't others see the people who are really trying?
And why can't they accept that help when it is offered?
..I will always be here for you...I will be here for you,..I will always be here for you... in Free Verse More Like This
From now until forever comes.
I won't leave you like they did,
No matter what you may think.
My love cannot be easily destroyed,
And my devotion is everlasting.
I will not abandon you ever,
Or even think of doing so.
I cannot be your lover,
I know this all too well.
But I can still be your friend,
And true friends are eternal.
So one day if we both end up alone,
We will still have each other.
I can live with that if I must,
And shall give you everything I can forever...
..There are no 'goodbyes' in love..'I love you' is not a goodbye,..There are no 'goodbyes' in love.. in Free Verse More Like This
Cause there are no goodbyes in true love.
Saying it is hard sometimes,
Whether you truly mean it or not.
The first time is never easy,
And the last is always hard as well.
But when it is honest and true,
You don't even need to really say it.
You can feel it in your heart,
And you know it is and always will be true.
Love is a rather strange thing,
It can appear and vanish at times unfortunately.
But some forms are everlasting,
Like between close friends who feel like siblings.
You and I will always love each other,
And nothing can ever tear us apart.
So I will say 'I love you' all the time,
Because I know it makes you happy and that is all I really want.
..My Life..My life is like a dark room, not light to be seen.....My Life.. in Free Verse More Like This
I write help on the walls in my own blood...
Cause hope is all I have in this place of nothingness...
I write what I feel on the walls of my room, and wait patiently for a light to appear...
So others may read it, and know what I feel...
Finally this light has shown itself...
I've waited so long to see this light...
And now that I've found it, I never want it to go out...
I can't imagine my life without it now...
I watch it flicker, getting brighter then fading...
If it goes out I'll have nothing, and be lost forever more...
I want to see this room filled with light...
And yet I do not wish to see all I have written....
All the years and tears I've wasted...
And all the blood I've given to speak my mind...
Instead of using my real voice...
And possibly finding someone to free me long ago...
Someday I'll have to see it all...
For someday this room will be bright...
Bright as the world behind these walls...
The world I long to see
..Someone else cares..You are my dark angel,..Someone else cares.. in Free Verse More Like This
Who saved me from my world of nothingness,
You who also suffers in this lonely world,
Why must I try to save you as well?
Do you hear me when I cry alone,
When I scream in the dark does it reach you,
All the times I've lamented over you not being there,
Have you heard it from your far away home?
My misery knows no end,
It seems like yours does not either,
We both suffered alone for so long,
Now that we found each other can it end?
I long to end your anguish,
Even if I cannot end my own,
You say you only want me to be happy,
But what if for me you need to be too?
Our little world fell apart,
And not all the pieces can be found,
But new ones will be formed someday,
And if they are then can we smile again?
Our meeting can be seen just as chance,
But we both know it was meant to be,
If we had never met we'd both be gone,
And we'd never have known someone else cared...