FallingFailure after failureFalling in Free Verse More Like This
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
ImmuneYour poisonous wordsImmune in Free Verse More Like This
The ones you throw at me
Useless they are
You can't hurt me
You can't break me
It's beyond your power
Questions and thoughtsWhy was I born?Questions and thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I exist?
Why am I so miserable?
Questions with no answer
Tormenting my mind
As I endure
The pain and suffering
Of a life with no joy
A pathetic life
Of solitude and despair
And without a light
To guide me to happiness
Happiness that is but a dream
That will never come true
Making me wonder
Why do I still fight
And why do I still try
Wouldn't it be much better
To give it up?
To let it go?
My broken heart is divided
Everything tells me
To put an end to it all
But there's that little bit of hope
That somehow keeps me alive
The giftThe circumstances of one's birthThe gift in Free Verse More Like This
Are simply irrelevant to the world
What really counts is what one does
With the wonderful gift that is life
InsomniaSleepless nightsInsomnia in Free Verse More Like This
In the dark
Our heads spinning
Trying to make sense
Of this life
Of this world
Path of lifeLife is a dangerous pathPath of life in Free Verse More Like This
Full of twists and traps
A path we're forced to walk
Without turning back
We may regret the past
We may regret the mistakes
But we must learn from them
And keep moving on
We may predict the future
And even fear it
But we never know
What happens next
The only thing we have
Is the present, here and now
So let's live it
And forget about the rest
The mistakes of the past
The mysteries of the future
All part of life
This path we all walk
Useless effortI try to change the worldUseless effort in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't even change
My own life
And so I'm sentenced
I liveI liveI live in Free Verse More Like This
At least for now
Life is cruel
But I keep surviving
Hoping for a better world
AliveA ray of hope shines during theAlive in Free Verse More Like This
Long restless hours
I keep enduring the task of
Vanquishing the darkness with the
Energy from the depths of my soul
.i dug up the. in Free Verse More Like This
past again, those
i set them loose
inside the house
and now we have
.i have loved. in Free Verse More Like This
i have danced
to the music of torture
i can forget the rest
.listen to your heart;. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
it is the one that knows best
of the inner dark
.some thoughts get so loud that. in Free Verse More Like This
you cry out for them to leave;
they scatter like birds startled
out of their trees, before landing
again where they were
and after a while,
you just have to
let them sing
.there's no point. in Free Verse More Like This
in leaving the chrysalis
if you've got
no desire to fly
.death has a way. in Free Verse More Like This
of assuring you
that he is your
he's the only
one that will
stay with you
reach the end
The Equation of TearsNaCl+H20 is running from my eyes,The Equation of Tears in Free Verse More Like This
I C6H1206+602=6C02+6H20 brokenly between silent sobs.
But this thing, feeling sharp in my heart?
I have no equation for that.
So I will call it pain.
A Ditty to the WittyAre you clever on your feet?A Ditty to the Witty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you stand on your head?
Can you sit on a whoopee cushion,
making no sound?
O this is a ditty,
dedicated to the witty-
a thousand times its said!
For those witty ditty clever people,
standing on their head.
Loved by an AngelI'm loved by an Angel,Loved by an Angel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he keeps close and follows wherever I may lead.
Sometimes I feel his presence of course,
and the silken rustling of his wings,
I quickly turn to stare, and nothing do I see,
hearing just the silken invisible rustling of wings.
Sometimes I walk down an ally,
with the sun warming my face,
a breath of seraphim goes by, perhaps delivering a kiss from him to me.
When I am bold and reckless,
standing on a rock facing the sea,
as lighting flashes and the rain lashes my face in waves,
he stands behind me, worried about the danger but letting me do as I please,
keeping a watchful guarding eye on reckless me.
I spread my arms like wings, and laughing,
Feel my angel beside me.
Spreading his wings just for me.
Two White BirdsTwo white brids,Two White Birds in Free Verse More Like This
Pictured on a stormy gray sky.
Two white birds,
Why can't I?
Like those two white birds,
So we fly,
Against a gray sky.
The Wife Compares to the Fairy LoverShe is ravishing, beautiful, hauntingly full of grace.The Wife Compares to the Fairy Lover in Free Verse More Like This
She is intelligent and confident, a clear eyed Athena full of wisdom.
Holding the elusive allure that makes all men search and long for her.
She is built for love and worship.
I am not ugly, but rarely am I pretty.
I am a hard worker, practical, wear well under stress.
I give much and expect nothing, I am easily pleased by simple things.
I am a good wife and would make a kind mother,
I am built for work and devotion.
I love him with a bruised tenderness, weary from labor and loving,
He married me for service,
Loving me as one might love a well wrought tool,
Or a faithfully sturdy coat against the cold wind.
I cannot give him the beauty that he wants,
Or the wisdom that he craves.
I am not wise, am not beautiful,
He goes to her for loving.
I do not want to be bitter,
But she is a thousand times a better woman then I,
Well earned of his love.
Sometimes I weep after he's gone away,
Shamed to think that I come betw
Why I Was QuietI was at a loss for words,Why I Was Quiet in Free Verse More Like This
Until you slapped me.
And then I was full of words,
That just refused to flow.
Amateur Love LetterAmateur Love Letter in Letters More Like This
Dearest to my heart, hello.
Under normal circumstances when one person is interested in another, they send out little signals of interest, ask them out, or flirt with them.
I only know you a little bit, but it is a little bit that I greatly cherish. I am sadly not brave enough to ask for a date, and my skills in flirting are greatly lacking (it is not as if there is nothing flattering to say, it is just I have no clue how to say it). I am however a little better at writing then talking, so I thought of writing down how I feel for you and hopefully the results will be more eloquent and not so full of red faces, mumbling, and awkward stuttering. And I've been told that love letters are very romantic.
Loving you is quite a wonderful feeling, your smile is so beautiful is makes me tear a little every time.
When I wake up in the morning, I feel capable and strong because of you.
You are my piano keys and inspire me into song.
I think of you, and suddenly I am able to do anythin
Song of AutumnAh, I long for the song of Autumn,Song of Autumn in Free Verse More Like This
the never ending waits before Winter's snows.
All lives' will be lost, no survivors left behind.
Ah, I long for the song of Autumn,
the never ending dance of golden blood colors.
All shall bow to the horn of the hunt, or Winter's sleep.
Ah, I long for the song of Autumn,
the season of death and change.
I hear the winds blowing,
the cold whisperings of harsh tides and air.
The first frost burns, the first snows smoothers.
Winter's wail is here.
Yet I long for the song of Autumn,
it's never ending season of death and change.
Ah, I would choose to become the song of Autumn,
in my gown of blood and change.
FiskoyeI wore a fisheye necklace,Fiskoye in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And my necklace saw all,
While I looked for secrets,
And secrets looked for me.
The Weight of WordsWords are so heavy,The Weight of Words in Free Verse More Like This
and so unique.
Loaded with meaning,
and with strength.
Words topple kingdoms,
and topple peace.
But nobody sees them,
sees the weight,
or the kingdoms.
Nobody cares anymore,
or about honor.
They talk to sway,
or to harm.
With no regard for words,
for their weight,
for their ability,
or for their meaning.
They wield them like tools,
and like ammo.
It's a sad thing to see them,
and so light.
They've lost their weight,
lost their meaning,
lost their ability,
and lost their strength.
A Loss for SanityColors meld,A Loss for Sanity in Free Verse More Like This
In quiet contemplation,
Like a motley whirlpool,
of this imposed indoctrination,
As I ponder my station,
blues and oranges,
Eyes open in sedation,
Pinks and greens,
Alone in my isolation,
A mural of nature,
Against sanity's annihilation,
I struggle but cannot find,
Why these thoughts plague my mind,
When alone I sit at night,
And they cause me much a fright,
Mindlessly running through my life,
Move to the hand and take a bite,
Let me know I'm still alive,
That I exist, that I will die,
That I can fight and still move on,
That there was purpose when I am gone,
That it actually mattered all along,
There is purpose here, you see,
But it is not for you and me,
To know or think or find or feel,
It slithers back like the sneaky eel,
Out of grasp, out of reach,
Still we look, still we seek,
Why do we wish to know this thing,
That of which we'll never sing,
Yet pushing me from those I care for,
As my mind it finds a c
Your Dampened BonesTrapped in a cage,Your Dampened Bones in Free Verse More Like This
You built for yourself,
the hands they do reach,
They try so hard to help.
All that you see,
My torch will guide,
But you won't follow me.
The hole is damp,
Wet with depression,
Soaking your bones more,
with each hour of succession.
But you like it there.
With the cage,
with the darkness,
with the dampness.
You like it because you built it.
You built it as a bastion,
to keep the bad things out,
now you are trapped inside,
and fill yourself with doubt.
Hammer and chisel,
loudly I cry,
slamming my hammer,
oh how I try, and try.
To free you from your prison,
you so willingly made,
to give a new reason,
to drop the escapade.
Of sadness and doubt,
self-pity and woe,
of dumping your happiness,
into the dark unkown.
Let it fly free,
for life is so short,
run through the darkness,
don't give in to that sort.
But you are not alone,
we are here for you.
we wish to see passage,
to help you through.
A smile on your lips,
a dance in your step,
don't let it rot
Bottle It UpBottle up the pain,Bottle It Up in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Bottle up the rage,
Bottle up the hurt,
Lock it up again...
Like a time-bomb ticking,
I'm ready to explode,
Ready for that total,
It builds and builds,
I try to shove it down,
try to bury my frown,
But it'll come back around...
Bury it down, deep inside,
Let it run with the tide,
Rivers of pain,
Turn to rivers of blood...
When I can't hold sane,
when it overflows,
All will feel my pain,
And weep with my sorrow...
Reading MindsIf you offered me your heart,Reading Minds in Free Verse More Like This
I'd prolly fall apart.
Because I'm just so damn confused,
and it's really hard to choose.
Do I tell her how I feel?
Or sit here while I peel,
Layers of my soul,
Yearning just to know:
Does she feel the same way?
PushingYou pushed me up,Pushing in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled me down,
You dragged this puppet all around,
you showed me love,
you brought me pain,
And now I won't see you again.
Sitting With YouSitting With You in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting here with you again,
My heart beats and it'll begin,
We'll get to talk of things we share,
like movies and books and fashion flare,
This stormy heart calms around you,
and this I have decided I must do,
make it known to you my friend,
that I think this is the end,
of our grief and tears and self-supression,
I know you've pulled me from depression,
like a ship in the sea we float along,
above the rest, we sing our song,
unique to us as we both are,
wierd and strange and highly bizarre,
I love that of you, what makes you you,
and now I know just what to do,
I'll comfort you and hold you tight,
all through the lonely night,
to see a smile on your face,
gives me hope for the human race,
perhaps we'll be lovers, perhaps not,
but you'll never be an afterthought,
my best of friends, my greatest joy,
I hope my poems do not annoy,
because you see they come from me,
within my mind and what I see,
of you my friend from my heart,
these words that threaten to tear me apart,
are all of yo
Climb some TreesSlipping now, slipping now,Climb some Trees in Free Verse More Like This
Falling down and all around,
The world goes on, but how?
Accepting lies, and to be bound,
Never becoming more the wise,
Because they refuse to ask why,
And so I stand alone,
Clutching to myself,
Grasping what is left of my sanity
For dear life
Why can they not see
That there is no reality,
I would show them but I can't,
Because I don't want Me to.
Because I am a sycophant.
Play so nice like I always do,
But I just want freedom like you
Break the mold and climb a tree
Jump up and visit the sun
It doesn't matter to me
It's this world you know,
Too solid, not enough vision
Dry and blind, white with snow
No other colors pervade
Despite the existence of a spectrum
So dark thoughts, they invade
And I am barred from the stardom.
The Faery MenaceFrom the depths of hell come ye,The Faery Menace in Free Verse More Like This
Oh little Fae creature please leave me be,
with mischief in the eye, and coldness in the heart,
the little fae critters, will tear you apart.
Heed a warning, oh fellow oh friend,
let not these creatures in, for they shall be your bitter end.
the Human ConditionStand your ground,the Human Condition in Free Verse More Like This
Hold your breath,
Life or Death,
Black or white,
Green or brown,
If nothing changes,
We all go down,
Unite and fight,
Apart we fall,
Hope for those,
Who give it all,
Muslim, or Christian,
We're all apart,
Of the Human Condition
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid) in Free Verse More Like This
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
The FeelingLove is the feelingThe Feeling in Free Verse More Like This
Of being hit in the chest by a tidal wave,
A feeling as heavy and crushing
As earth thrown into a grave,
And it could pave
The way to happiness
Or lead us into Hell.
Love is that feeling
When nothing matters but then it does
In high definition
And in your head is an endless repetition
Of every moment you’ve ever
Love is that feeling
When someone else is your oxygen;
You need them to survive,
And every time you touch,
Even in your dreams,
Is the only time you feel alive.
Love is that feeling
Where everything is beautiful
Because your eyes have been stolen
By an angel
But everything is as secure
As it is fragile.
Love is that feeling
When you know it’s all over
But you can’t bring yourself to hate
Them because you want them to be happy,
Even if their happiness
Let it ShineSmile at a stranger.Let it Shine in Free Verse More Like This
Just do it.
Smile at a stranger.
Until you feel it too
Are a sunshine heart.
Let it shine.
Smile at someone,
And you could change their day.
Happiness is free;
It's something anyone
Can give away.
Smile at someone,
And they'll probably smile back
And that might be
The first time the sun will see
It really is worth while,
Making someone smile.
We are all stories,
We interlock and intertwine -
I am in yours,
As you are in mine.
Brighten someone's story
With your smile.
Make the world shine.
LovelustYou are the moon,Lovelust in Free Verse More Like This
That crowned queen of the night sky,
And I fall to you,
A slain enemy
To an angel's sword,
Stabbed through and through,
I fall to you.
Do not talk to me of that poison,
That seeps through a fool's mind
And brings folly, makes you blind;
I won't fall to that
Insidious insinuation of affection.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
And yet I do.
I love you.
I wish to be with you,
But without that which
Would come if I were with you.
I wish to be with and without,
With what I would have
And without what I will have;
But all roads point to
You, what are you?
That rides along the road
And which I would gladly throw myself under?
I would certainly throw myself under you.
The great She.
The great Perhaps;
The master of me.
Love. Love. Love.
A loaded gun.
A pain sweet as cyanide,
And try as I might,
I cannot hide
From the lightning storm rage
Of the notorious Perhaps,
And it feels like a relapse
To fall into you.
I used t
Anything You WantI could write you a sonnetAnything You Want in Free Verse More Like This
But, well, I’m no poet.
Fourteen lines of words,
That only mean as much
As you believe they do
My love for you.
I could sing you a song,
But, no, that’s all wrong.
Someone else’s words,
Or even my own,
How you make
I could draw you a portrait,
But, no, wait,
Art isn’t my forte.
No pencil could show
Your eyes glow.
I could take you away,
But, no, we could just lay,
Here for forever.
And no vista
Could ever compare
I could give you my heart,
But, no, let’s not start
On how bad a gift
That would be.
Let me just say,
My dear, today,
I love you, just how you are.
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paintSuckerpunch Sweetheart in Free Verse More Like This
I am a soldier in my own war;
A force split in two sides.
I am a force of nature
Bring about my own rapture
And I’ll bring you to your knees.
Little girl lost.
Cut off my hair
Cut into my skin
Pretty princess girl
Let me in
Let me in.
Sugar in my veins
And poison in my heart;
I can turn blood
Into a work of art.
I won’t go there again
Won’t do it
A sea of hands
In my head.
A universe inside.
Just what's inside.
Trust MeI know, I knowTrust Me in Free Verse More Like This
How bad things can get,
When all you feel is regret
And you just can’t forget
The crack of your heart breaking.
I know, I know
How it feels
To hold a blade to your skin
And feel like just to breathe
Is a painful sin.
I know, I know
How it feels
To be so utterly alone
That you talk to the voice
Inside your head
And winding up dead
Seems like the only solution.
I know, I know
How it feels
To believe that it won’t
But guess what?
The darkness is temporary
And even though it’s scary,
Don’t forget that it gets better.
Even after the darkest night
There will always be sunlight.
There will always be people
Who love you,
Who want to help you;
They are just waiting to
Be let in.
Try to smile every day –
It might be a long way away,
But one day
That smile will be genuine.
Life can be hard, I know
But please don’t go,
The world might show
You how beautiful it can be.
TodayI saw something in the mirror today that kinda creeped me out.Today in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was a girl wearing a smile, not a frown nor a pout.
Her eyes were wide and shining, just as a summer sun.
Her laugh wasn't wooden and fake, but true and full of fun.
Her irises reflected happiness, not a trace of pain.
She was under perfect skies; not a drop of rain.
Angels swam around her, keeping the devil at bay.
Her life was precious and she wasn't throwing it away.
Her lips were red and shinging with a pure smile.
It was a sight her mirror hadn't seen in a very long while.
She wasn't at all pretty but a care she did not give.
Because today she woke up and said, "Today I am going to live."
Future YouI would like you to meet someone.Future You in Free Verse More Like This
Say hello to
Smiles and laughs.
They are healthy
In love and joy.
Can take on the world,
Sings along to every song,
Is right where they belong;
They just wish that
You knew it would be okay.
Has so much to say,
About how they got
To be this way;
But the main thing is
‘Thank you’ for
Day after day.
Has a life,
And they say;
Everything will be
RelapseHere we go again.Relapse in Free Verse More Like This
Another panic attack,
Just when I thought I was done.
Well, ain’t it fun,
To be a nervous wreck?
Only I’m a big kid now.
To be the resident
When you’re not beautiful.
God, I sound emo.
And so maybe I am
(by definition, at least)
But I feel like a sham –
What am I to you?
Would you care
If I lived out my dark little fantasies?
Got swallowed by the dark seas,
Of my soul?
Would you care
If I went back to the blade
That you forbade
Me to seek solace in?
If you knew what went on in my head,
A million different ways
To make me dead,
Would you tell me to just
‘Not feel down’ anymore?
If I could stop feeling this way,
Stop thinking like this?
DreamLand OCT R3 The hem of her dress ripped loudly in the silent hall as she ran.DreamLand OCT R3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shredding fabric gave her little pause though, as both her bare feet thundered through the halls. Each thud of skin on the eerie white floor lit the otherwise silent labyrinth up with the noises of her panicked race. Behind her the walls twisted and slid, both sides coming together in blocks that crushed and splintered the doors on their faces.
She carried on, both eyes wide with empty hands gripped into fists. It felt wrong, racing away from the danger without Gader'el. The black haired demoness tried not to think about it, and pushed her aching muscles harder. Any slip up, even in the slightest, and it would all be over. Her blood raced like lightning under her skin, and each gasp of air ripped at her throat like a dry fire. This was it.
She turned the corner blindly and continued to barrel forward. The walls were picking up speed
Blood - Gabriel ReferenceThe BasicsBlood - Gabriel Reference in Profiles More Like This
Name: Gabriel Christopher Takata (Gabe)
Height: Seven Feet, Zero Inches
Weight: 147 pounds
Build/Body type: Despite his height Gabe's actually surprisingly light. Don't let that fool you though, he's still broad-shouldered and built to brawl. His height makes a fight dangerous, and his appearance makes him tricky. You see, despite having a strong muscle undertone, it's evened out by his height so well that most people are surprised by the acts of strength he's done.
Skin: Smooth and pale, his skin has a good complexion. Sadly though he's pale as a sheet, as they say, and looks like he doesn't get out often.
Hair: Glossy and blonde. Many people are jealous of his hair, and wonder how someone so dirty and rough manages to stay looking so good. It falls down the nape his neck, with long bangs he pushed to the right to cover his eye.
Eyes: Narrow but not to the point of looking strange, Gabriel's eyes are sharp and cold. T
Astrum Venatus Species : AngelSpecies TemplateAstrum Venatus Species : Angel in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Homeworld and Environment: Heaven, the only city the angels live in, is a massive conjuncture of clouds that rests above a planet's main land. The people on the planet do not know of Heaven's existence, nor do they know that other planets exist. The angels have made it a prime concern to keep these people guarded from outside worlds.
Instead the Angels thrive in the beautiful land in the clouds they have, the buildings unexplainably suspended above the "clouds". Truly they are not puffs of water, but thicker more cotton-like substances. The angels have called them clouds since the beginning of their existence.
On top of these clouds exists massive structures. Built like one ever-expanding town, Heaven is comprised of a main castle where the Queen resides, a large complex of dorms where the queen's elite council lives, a main church for choir and all official ceremonies, and an expansive cluster of homes and stores in which the spirit
A + D Collab : 17 Any sane person would be asking "What was I thinking?" right now.A + D Collab : 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Which was probably why I wasn't.
My feet ached dully. There were no real blisters there, I knew, but it didn't stop them from hurting and healing with each step. When my feet gave up, my knees gave in, and the rest of my body refused to keep moving I fell. Nothing dramatic, no romantic moment of being caught.
Just a fall. Simple, quiet, and mercilessly throwing my knees and face to the cold rough pavement. It was a back alley, and for that I was as much thankful as worried. If a hobo came around I could probably scare him off. Demons not so much, though by the time they ever figured out how to kill me I probably would be ready to get up and bash some heads in.
Not now though. Right now I was exhausted. I felt ill, confused, and caught. Half of my chest still burning in unfulfilled anger, while the other was far more dead and lifeless, and still hung on his words.
A + D Collab : 11Like bells his teeth clattered to the hard floor of the burning hallway.A + D Collab : 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The demon staggered back into the lockers, gripping his bloody mouth. As he looked up I turned, glancing down the hallway where the teacher and students had gone. From the smoke a dark figure was heading this way, and I knew those kids were either dead or dying.
Teeth grit a furious growl burst into the open air, building and erupting into a roar. The first to attack me was up and charging again. With bare hands against his whip I met the challenge, taking hold of his shirt with both hands in an unbreakable hold. He had only the time to growl at me before our skulls crashed with a shattering force.
I dropped him and had to stagger back, the blow enough even to set my own balance off. Reflexively I reached up, fingers gracing the aching spot of my forehead. Something gave way as I probed, and I felt the split skin and cracked bone. There was no time for that though. Out of the smoke he strode arrogantly
The Ballad of Gabriel CroixMine is a story of unrequited love.The Ballad of Gabriel Croix in Short Stories More Like This
Well.. sort of.
My name is Gabriel Cain Croix, and I'm currently twenty-four years old. Not too old, but I've seen a lot in just that time.
I guess I should start from the beginning though..
See, I was born in France. Bordeaux, actually. I was born into the Croix family, a widely known and rather influential bunch. Tons of money, a giant estate where all my relatives live., It sounds pretty nice, until you're realize they're all inbred meta-human lunatics.
What, you don't know what a meta-human is? ...Are you..unwell in the head?
A meta-human is like..a mutant. A super hero. Or villain. Or a nobody with powers, really.
Twenty-six years ago meta-humans were first uncovered. People say they've been around for a lot longer, but it was then talk of radiation and people with powers got out.
The government said it would blow over, but it didn't. People freaked out, picked sides. It was all kinds of hell on earth until eventually they were forced to accept
.Reaper : Amaranth 01 Feed: An online channel that belongs to an individual. Feeds can be set to personal, friend-only, or public. Different people use their own Feeds in different ways..Reaper : Amaranth 01 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some people use their like diaries, telling themselves, their friends, or even the world about days of their lives. Others use it as journalism networks. News stories local and worldwide go on feeds. Most big news goes on corporate or government owned feeds that broadcast world-wide.
Yet one specialized cluster of individuals were given very special feeds. The government group called ".Reapers". Their feeds were always set to private, and viewable only by government officials and other .reapers. Reaper feeds were used as catalogs for work, personal diaries, basically anything the same way normal civilians use theirs.
Only civilians don't get to talk about killing people on their feeds.
Chapter One Amaranth
I sighed and lay back as I waited for my eighteen cup of coffee
DreamLand OCT Audition The first sound I heard was glass falling.DreamLand OCT Audition in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Instinctively I sat upright. A noise like that brought with it a thousand foul memories.
Was she here? Throwing things, screaming at me again? Had they finally found me, ready to drag me back to that sick place?
I looked around, panic making my breath come in sharp increments that burned my chest. Adrenaline from fear left my senses buzzing, attune to the sights and sounds around me.
My hands balled into fists quickly. This place was foreign. It was not the soft bed I had fallen asleep uneasily in. There was no warmth from a body beside me, and no smiling face of the person I had stayed up at night toying with as usual.
Instead all was white. I felt the edges of a panic attack rising. My heart wouldn't quiet, and the heavy beats seemed to play the macabre music for this scene.
It was a hall. Plain, simple. Roughly ten, fifteen feet in length. A good nine or ten foot high ceiling. Enough room across for me to sprea
Prologue? My hands scrape feverishly against the linoleum.Prologue? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I see the only escape, and know that I cannot make it. Yet still I squirm. Even as my vision fades and swarms with tears, and my body moves steadily slower, I squirm.
"No refuge for sinners." He tells me. Step by step he inches closer. I scream with the energy I have left. This only serves to amuse him. As he laughs the heel of his boot finds my hand. He pins my wrist under the half-melted rubber, and I feel the material bonding to my unguarded flesh. I wail again.
This time his laugh is darker, and more subdued. By the time he leans down and the cold tip rests against the back of my hand, the energy is already gone. I feel nothing in me as I stare away from him. To the slightly ajar door. Seconds before he pulls the trigger, I could have sworn I saw something beautiful out there. A life where I had gotten away. A life in which I had run fast enough, and gotten to the awaiting arms.
A + D Collab : 15 Of three things I was absolutely certain.A + D Collab : 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First, was that Price was a vampire, and some part of him- wait...no, not really.
If he was a vampire at least then he'd be a bit more useful.
We'd been outside hours. Price's father still hadn't shown up, and after a lot of bitching and moaning I finally took a break. The little loser was too distracted with worry anyways, so the training was totally fruitless.
He half crawled inside as I went to the kitchen. Emily stared at him with a mix of concern and that stare only woman can ever manage that had a vibrant disapproval in it.
Maddock went to the phone, then the couch, and was far too exhausted to really do much besides dial and splay out like an old dog.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the pots and pans i'd manage to dig out. Price either didn't notice or was too tired to care and ask about how I could find everything in his house without asking. For this I was glad. Whil
I Had A Dream OnceI had a dream.I Had A Dream Once in Free Verse More Like This
Then I smashed it.
I kicked it,
I punched it.
I pulled it to the ground until it couldn't make a sound.
I heard it scream for help. I made it shut up.
I made it tremble.
I spit in its face.
I wrapped it in dirt and left it to die.
I stabbed it until it was unrecognizable.
I was about to kill it
Then I realized it was me.
Falling LeavesHe's flyingFalling Leaves in Free Verse More Like This
Burned his lungs.
All that's left
Is his most primal desires.
Scars and AcneI pick at my acneScars and Acne in Free Verse More Like This
To try to let out the part of me
I’ve spent so long trying to hide.
Instead, I find myself bleeding.
Left with scars that won’t heal.
NanaHe killed Nana the other day,Nana in Free Verse More Like This
But now he cries as she lays
Her final breath underneath
The land of rotting heath.
Only a monster under sheets
Or curled up getting beats,
The Kid turns his head away
To avoid the growing hate.
He’s insecure about his thoughts,
Bought a flower – let it rot.
He walks past the shining gates,
And says he never liked her anyway.
Paper PlanesWe use to fold paper planes togetherPaper Planes in Free Verse More Like This
By the dinner table after supper.
Once we finished we would write our deepest desires into them
And then throw them into open space.
We would watch as they glided their way
Across the plains.
We would see which one of our planes flew the farthest.
Which one of our dreams went further.
But that too
Like everything in life.
I got older
But I never grew up.
I got busy.
And you did too.
Our conversations now can be put into three categories:
Greetings, food and farewells.
Somehow, we’re both okay with that.
I sometimes pray to the same God that you say you once knew
To the one you still wear around neck
In hopes that maybe, one day,
Things will return
To how they once were.
See, ‘cause the plane that was suppose
To take me from my child to adulthood
Still hasn’t landed. Delayed
By a storm I cannot define.
And I don’t plan on ever leaving the roof
How could I? When I feel
FineEarly mornin’ coffeeFine in Free Verse More Like This
Never tasted so bitter.
I’m telling you, I’m fine.
Every mornin’, the same routine.
Why do you still not believe me?
I’m fine, I swear.
I just couldn’t sleep…
But who needs sleep anyways?
I write instead.
I’m fine. Just a little brain dead.
I was just thinking about the past,
And I fantasized
That there was a happy ending.
I’m fine now.
I’m just fine.
In My DreamsI met her in my dreams.In My Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
She tells me she’s lonely, I told her I’m similar.
I tell her everything; she whispers back
“It’s okay. I’m here, you’re alive. You’re breathing.”
She’s the reason I picked up all the pens I did.
The reason I don’t want to sleep most days anymore.
My tears fall every time someone sells her out.
I hate that people use her for the fame & the wealth.
And act like she would give herself up for free.
And act like she would give herself up for free.
My text says “I need you more than ever.”
But wait a minute.
What am I thinking?
Why did I send that?
I’m not ready for that.
Not ready to commit.
‘Cause I’d be really bad at it.
‘Cause I’m only thinking about me.
I’m only thinking about me.
The more honest I get, the weirder you get.
And I’m fine with that.
The more honest I get, the more they hate you.
Are you fine with that?
Friends ask all the time,
PillsPills are capsules.Pills in Emotional More Like This
They aren't made to heal
a disease that comes from the heart.
They mask the pain,
allow you a temporary feel.
But in the end,
Fight it with your heart,
your courage and your will.
Ignore the lies,
that reside in those pills.
You are stronger than those demons inside,
The ones that tell you to kill yourself,
the ones that tell you to die.
Listen to your heart,
it has your true strength,
throw the pills away,
before the pain suffices,
before it is simply too late.
You Are BeautifulYou Are BeautifulYou Are Beautiful in Emotional More Like This
To the girl who cuts herself to bleed away the pain,
To the girl who starves herself because she isn’t “skinny enough”.
To the boy who takes drugs to “fit in” with the jock,
To the boy who is bullied for reading his books, rather than play boy magazines,
To the girl who believes she must strip down to nothing to get the love and compassion she yearns for.
To the man who feels like a failure for the lack of money he holds,
To the women who feels out of style for not having the newest trends,
To the teens sniffing drugs because it makes them a part of the “in crowd”,
To the teens who sits alone, because they have no crowd.
To the boy holding the pills in his hand to end his life,
To the girl with the fabric belt around her neck, feeling like she is worthless,
To the man who looks at his life in shame,
To the woman who looks at her life in despair,
To the one who is persecuted for their beliefs,
To the one who is persecuted for t
The Cheerleader and the Lonely GirlThe Cheerleader and the lonely girl,The Cheerleader and the Lonely Girl in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You know them both very well.
Preppy, dark, loud and mysterious
Both have a story to tell.
You probably will assume,
Before reading this poem,
That the cheerleader is popular,
While the lonely girl is alone.
But what you don’t know,
About this over used story,
Is that the cheerleader is kind,
She doesn’t bask in her glory.
Did you know that she,
At the young age of five,
Was hit by her mother,
Every time she would cry.
Bruises and scars,
Riddled her skin,
Her large eyes would water,
And tears would stain her chin.
But she didn’t give up,
She remained strong and proud,
So that’s why when she cheers,
She excites the crowd.
She is the cheer captain,
The cream of the crop,
But don’t think without effort,
She made it to the top
And then there’s the lonely girl,
Who has a tight family.
Who has a mother and father,
A good form of stability.
But they don’t understand her,
They talk to her still,
But she ignores them
LifeThey say life is a fickle thing with a blunt beginning and ending.Life in Emotional More Like This
Some see it as a journey to death.
Others see it as pointless game of chess.
But I see it as a pen and paper.
At my disposal, to illustrate at my favor.
Yes there is a beginning and certainly an end.
But you have the power to control what happens within.
You are the author of your own set story.
So write a few words, make it exciting not boring.
We have but one life so lets not choose to waste it,
Don't bask in the hatred, for life is what you make it.
It's my body, it's my choice. You have no say.If it’s my choice, then you have no say.It's my body, it's my choice. You have no say. in Emotional More Like This
After all, it is my body.
I am a woman,
and I was raped.
And now, there is a fetus
Growing inside of me.
A man who so mercilessly
Took my innocence away,
Has unrightfully left his
Seed within me.
It is my body,
yet this thing
grows inside of me.
Has left me broken
with something that
The world cannot hope to love.
How can I love it?
How can I, a young woman,
New to the world,
Learn to love it?
I have just been shown
The negativities and horrors of the world.
It is my body.
It is my choice.
I choose to seek my happiness,
Not the happiness of some man who has
Taken my pride,
I choose to rebuild my pride,
And seek my innocence.
And I choose to rebuild it,
In the angel growing inside of me.
Those little kicks,
Are not those of a rapist.
They are the kicks of healing,
The kicks of a victory
Out of a sacrifice.
As my stomach grows,
And my appetite dwindles,
The child inside of me
Is ever welcome.
It is not fro
My Escape from RealityWith my books close to my chest, I feel that they serveMy Escape from Reality in Free Verse More Like This
as my only source of comfort. Each heavy but not
nearly as much as the burden I carry.
I hear their whispers as I walk down the hallway,
like little monsters sitting on my shoulders
muttering curses into my abused ears.
Their stares pull at my hair
like little boys picking on the one little girl.
Tears as visible as air stream down my
I yearn to feel the love of friends
the happiness of family
and the comfort of a home.
But that dream is shattered
the moment I step into
Glares hotter than fire
itself send me spiraling
into my room in a storm of
Depression and anxiety
weigh upon my fragile
being like a hammer
sitting on glass.
I want to shatter
I want to break.
But something stops me
every time the door closes
on my fate.
Sometimes it’s a wooden pencil in my hand
that touches paper like a wand to air.
Other times, it’s my fingers lightly
tapping on the keys as
Pro-ChoicePro- Choice was a joke to me,Pro-Choice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I learned that when I was young.
I myself was pregnant,
when I heard that word, it stung.
I was seventeen, a reckless young girl,
who with the love of my life, thought I could take the world.
But I was wrong, as I soon found out,
I had no idea, what life was really about.
There was suddenly this pain coursing through my stomach,
this thing was inside of me, and at first I didn't want it.
I talked to my 'boy friend', the one who I thought loved me,
but he left when he found out, he found another woman to cling.
I was all by myself with this leech in my system,
but I still didn't want it, can't they see that I’m the victim?
My parents understood, as well as my friends,
So I would get an abortion, no guilt I felt then.
The abortion clinic was small, it felt rather nice,
though the AC blew, it made me as cold as ice.
I scheduled an appointment, for the same time next week
I left the clinic, feeling a heavy weight upon my feet.
I went to the park just to
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,Fictional Characters in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as we read the pages of a book.
We fall in love with them,
For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.
Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,
We each pick and choose who we like.
For these characters are more than you think,
when a reader invites them into their life.
Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,
That the stories, and tales don’t exists.
That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,
vanish when the story ends.
I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,
A fictional character is real.
That I see him as more, than a page in a book
he’s something that I can touch and feel.
For many who read, create their own worlds,
because reality is just too much to take.
When life gets confusing, stressful or tragic
we feel like we just want to break.
There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,
nor family, can understand what’s inside.
Because in actuality, though it
ScarringAt some point in my life I stopped posting pictures that included my left forearm. It wasn't one of those gradual things where eventually I noticed this to be the case and had to search my soul to figure out why.Scarring in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I didn't need to figure it out. I knew. My left forearm is covered in scars, and scars are not acceptable anymore. I've grown up and left behind the things that made me sad -- or at least I've told myself that I have.
It could just be that I learned that sadness lasts forever when it's cut into your skin.
That's the thing about scars, though. If you're sad enough or angry enough or empty enough, you don't care about forever, until one day you're grown up and someone is looking at your wrist with a question in their eyes.
People keep saying that scars are beautiful in their own way, that they tell a story. Maybe that's true for others, but not for me. You can't tell a story from the lines of white tissue on my arm. Or maybe you can, and the story is as follows:
"Once upon a tim
NPR three minute story submissionShe closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. That low rumble had been Tom's temperamental engine; she was sure of it. The sound had tattooed itself on the inside of Anna's ears ages ago. Maybe he was sitting in the front seat of his car, trying to work up the courage to knock. Maybe his brows would knit together and his mouth would quirk and he would say, "I missed you, Sunshine," though he had never once called her by that nickname. Maybe she could apologize, and he would kiss the insides of her wrists, the back of her neck, her eyelids.NPR three minute story submission in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, she could hear a car door opening. If she listened hard she thought she could even make out the rustle of his corduroy jacket.
Go outside, said her heart.
Wait, said her brain.
She began to count aloud. "One, two, three, four"
Anna was eight when her baby brother was born. He was little more than a fragile bag of bones and organs, an accident waiting to break her heart. Every night she'd snea
the expirationthey put an expiration date on sadness last wednesday, and now the world is happy again.the expiration in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the law says we only get six months to mourn tragedies, six months to howl at the moon and claw at our thighs until they look like road maps. six months, and then the pain will die away just like we wanted to.
i didn't think it could really happen, but i've seen it. my neighbor's husband left her two years ago, and they're taking retroactive sadness into account. now that her grief has expired, she can't stop smiling. she told me that she's free to pull the weeds from her garden and wear her red high heels again. she has a date with the UPS man, and i swear she's lost five pounds.
i ran into my friend jennifer in the produce section yesterday, and she hugged me so hard that i felt my back crack. jennifer had a miscarriage seven months ago, but when she mentioned that she's going to start trying for another baby, i was the only one tearing up over the zucchinis.
i've got two more days left 'til mine
heart crossed.heart crossed. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"who's that kid?" i ask, pointing at the boy whose hair cannot decide if it is red or gold. he holds a basketball in his small hands, bouncing it, once, twice, before putting it through the hoop in a perfect arc.
"james," the counselor responds, and leans closer. "he's a foster kid, you know."
i don't know.
the boy turns at that moment and catches me watching him. unthinkingly i form my thumbs and index fingers into a heart and flash it at him. he nods to his teammates and leaves the court, climbing the bleachers to where i sit.
"did you see my shot?" he asks.
"yes." pause. "i'm kelsey."
"i know," he says, and runs back to his game.
at the end of the camp day i wave to the buses as they leave the parking lot. the final bus clicks and pops to life, and from the last seat i see james cup his hands into a heart and press it against the window at me. i fumble to free my hands and return the gesture, but the bus turns the corner and he is gone.
it doesn't take long for me to vow that if i
Riding BikesGoing off medication is like riding a bike.Riding Bikes in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The doctor holds tight to my handlebars and lowers my dosage. The training wheels are off, and oh hey, look at me go! It's like flying but not, and I'm doing so well but then there's a horrible accident and I'm somehow upside down at the bottom of the sea with both wheels still spinning.
"Help," I say, and my doctor pats my head, puts a band-aid on my knee, and writes a note on my chart.
I've balanced by myself for months at a time, but I always end up hitting a fucking tree or falling off a cliff or something equally catastrophic because I am a catastrophic person. Except that is an exaggeration. I am an exaggeration.
I like to compare mental illnesses to mundane physical activities. Also you should know that I am sick but trying to get better.
Sometimes I relapse and then write poems about it.
It's not even the kind of sick where people bring you soup in bed and soothe your fevered brow. It's the kind of sick where I'm late to work because
the perfect strangershe misses colin the most at night, when, waking from nightmares, her hand reaches out into the darkness for someone who is no longer there.the perfect stranger in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
an unexpected message flares briefly on her screen, long enough for her heart to drop into her stomach in surpriseher ex-boyfriend's little sister's ex-boyfriend? sighing, she types a hello and strains her memory to recall what she knows of this boy from their one brief meeting. his name is aaron. tall. shaggy bed-head hair. sleepy hazel eyes. she lightly touches the keyboard, entertaining the notion that other people might feel as lonely at night as she does.
"tell me a secret," she types to him.
"why should I put my trust in you?" he asks, surprised.
"who better to trust than a stranger?"
so he does.
a five minute secret turns into an hour long story, then a night-long conversation.
the next morning, after telling this boy how colin broke her, she wakes to a message in her inbox:
The world is yours.
Boys are stupid.
12-21-12The Mayans said it first, but12-21-12 in Free Verse More Like This
tea leaves said it second, her palm
said it third, and the boy
down the road, the one with the blue,
blue eyes, said it fourth.
The world was going to end and she
could not be happier.
Her affairs were easy to arrange:
money sealed into envelopes,
the microwave unplugged, and one
last kiss for the blue-eyed boy.
She called her mother,
and her mother did not answer.
(But she did not expect her to.)
That evening she hid beneath
a blanket with her dog and told stories
about the good times and the bad times
(but mostly the bad times, and how
now there would never have to be
bad times ever again).
Then she went to bed, heart lighter
than light, winged with hope,
and woke up crying.
Last WordsIn the beginning you never want to let her go,Last Words in Free Verse More Like This
and so you don't for a long, long time.
You commit to bobby pins underfoot, mismatched
plates stacked like landmines,
long hairs that circle and clog the drain, filling the tub
with stagnant water.
You tell her something that you love about her
each night before you fall asleep,
until one day you look at her and realize that you
don't know what to say anymore.
“I am not happy.”
You whisper this to yourself once and then try to say it louder,
but the words won't cooperate.
Maybe a whisper is as loud as this thought can exist,
or maybe some words weren't meant to be spoken aloud,
but you still think them, and yes,
you whisper them to yourself
when she isn't listening.
Perhaps this is what you should have been telling her
each night as her hands searched for you in the darkness.
This isn't happening, you think,
unless it is.
You wonder if you owe her something,
like your heart, maybe, your red hooded sweatshirt,