Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down
ChaosChaos in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
The Day We Died"Oh shit, oh shit! Just what the hell are those things man," yelled private Johnson, as he unloaded just over half his M-4 carbine's clip at the screaming creatures. The bent-limbed horrors were peppered with bullets, but still they continued to crawl toward the soldier and his sergeant; shrieking in a strange unintelligible language. The creatures were by no means fast; they were limited to crawling, but their large bulky arms showed no sign of weakness. It served as both a weapon and a shield, dragging the rest of their thin emaciated body along the floor.The Day We Died in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I suggest you duck for cover Johnson, those things will tear you apart in melee," said first-sergeant Gabriel as he placed a hand on Johnson's shoulder and ushered him behind the blockade of furniture that had been set up. The sergeant pulled the pin on an old frag grenade. One that he had found within a storage box in the facility and he held it tightly in his hands until he was sure of the distance. "
Sit down, I want to tell you something!Sit down for a second,Sit down, I want to tell you something! in Free Verse More Like This
Because I want to tell you something.
I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me.
That today, I have become something!
Just walk with me for a second,
I want to show you something.
You remember this; is it all falling into place?
Cause this is where you shut me down.
Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do;
Excuse me for being a loser, right?
I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out.
But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface.
So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away.
Because of you I went to the gym every single day.
Because of you I started lifting iron over my head.
And you know what it feels pretty damn good to be getting my pump.
Yeah, that's something that you did for me!
And now, over to my phone,
Let's call up Michael.
What up man?
You remember me?
Yeah, I'm the guy who could never fit in!
That kid who was
Listening to Voices...Lazy to read this? Scroll straight to the description for the audio narration!Listening to Voices... in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The moon tonight is brilliant, for it casts an eerie-looking shadow upon the moss and the stone. At times I find myself wondering, is that me that I see? Or is it merely another side of me, one that hides amongst the shade?
Ugh, that horrid moaning! That evil rattling, rasping noise! It's driving itself into my skull again, like an annoying repetition that I can't seem to quiet. It screeches at times, like nails upon a chalkboard. It buries itself deep into the recesses of my mind and fills the hole with rot! A fetid fungus spitting serpentine venom from the eyes of a fox!
What? What are you saying? What do you mean! Tell me god damn it!
Ha...Ha...I can hear myself breathing; barely through the fog. The sound is far away, like the deeps of a bog. I can't believe that I'm rhyming, what the hell
Artist ExploitationArtist Exploitation - The New Game Plan:Artist Exploitation in Articles & Interviews More Like This
My dearest readers,
I have recently learned of a rather disturbing business plan being utilised by business people of an unscrupulous variety.
In essence their plan is simple: They gather art from many applicants and then they publish it as a magazine and sell it COMMERCIALLY!
Now then, why is this a problem? They tend to claim you get the benefits of advertisement and artists will be invited to read their works etc.
Well here's how the scam unfolds:
1. They get the artwork you created and an implied permission of use from you due to the voluntary submission
2. There is no formal written contract, so they can do as they please and you have no legal right to claim redress as you voluntarily submitted your work in.
3. Their potential benefits are a total sham and in essence they are asking you to work for free. Want a dissection? I'll explain:
- The item getting advertised is NOT your work. Your work is a part of the item. What is gettin
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:Six Words for a Slump in Free Verse More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love. in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
Battle CryI write poetry to ghosts in my dreamsBattle Cry in Free Verse More Like This
awakening with ink stained sheets
from nights I can't remember,
meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.
And this cigarette between my fingertips
taunts me,"Hey baby, heycatch me on fire
and I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollow
unafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.
I've felt it all before.
I'm washing away the ink with homemade
remedies. Like it never was;
Like I never was.
But there is love on my arms now
smirking and itching away at me.
I'll claw it out a hundred times over
because remembering you
that is worse than self-inflicted injury.
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts. in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
For I'm a graveyard lurker.my veins are blueFor I'm a graveyard lurker. in Free Verse More Like This
with restless wanting;
your ghost fingers
at this untamed
stop loving me
like that, darling,
kissing the stars
from my throat.
if i can’t have the sky,
i will howl my laughter
to the earth,
planting a home
in the dirt
beneath my claws.
Please,don’t make mePlease, in Free Verse More Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
Chastity beltYou never put a chastity belt on a sex addict. Never. It always ends up poorly. Not to mention if that sex addict is a basically all powerful being whose sexual need is driven up once every thousand to million years.Chastity belt in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Drakonius should have chosen different people to sleep with. He should have known that when they became pregnant that something was not completely right. He already had a heir, Keiranos. With two other children, what was he going to do? He did take them, though. They were basically demi-gods in their own rights and he didn't know what would happen if they kept the children - hell, these were the first kids he had had ever.
Drakonius could get no work done. The damn belt was a constant reminder of what he couldn't have anymore. Alexis wouldn't take the thing off, either. Some sort of spell he had yet to figure out - something about going to her Creator. And all attempts to reach Drakonius's own Creator had failed. Sitting at the desk, his leg shook up and down co
Law of plot WIP LAW OF PLOTLaw of plot WIP in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
0) Anything and Everything is possible
1) Characters will always be pushed together. Always.
2) Even if the character does not want to go somewhere, he/she/it will be forced to. Even if there is another solution somewhere else.
3) Prisoners always carry lock-picking devices on their person, yet they are never searched by the captors.
4) Explosions are good.
5) Hair does not follow the rule of gravity.
6) There is always an enemy.
7) Side quests are abundant.
8) At least one person has a dark past.
9) The hero is not dead until the body is found. And even if the body is found, there is still a chance that the hero is alive.
10) The big bad guy always has some kind of ulterior motive or hidden plans.
11) Fate doesn't like to be defied, but through a bit of work, and a bit of luck, it can be thwarted, or at least skewed, from it's original intentions
12) There is always a price to pay
13) No matter how improbable, you will run into companions/enemies
14a) If a charact
Why does Daddy hate me?He always treated her differently, always looked at her differently, always talked to her differently. Their was an air of disgust from him whenever they were in the same room; a slight upwards tilt of his nose that had the poor girl's shoulders drooping. He turned his back on her time and time again. He turned to play with the others, to hold them and hug them, to laugh with them and smile with them. She tried it once. She was all alone and he walked through the door after a long night at work. She had some blood for him, even. The door creaked open, echoing infinitely throughout the quiet house. Then her pattering feet followed quickly, with a squeal of delight, "Daddy!" But he stepped out of the way and, her eyes closed in hopeless happiness, she did not realize she had stumbled outside until she tripped off the stairs. There was a click. And then another click. Because everyone was already sleeping, the child stayed on the porch that night.Why does Daddy hate me? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Feral Reincarnation - p4Kaleb waited for a moment. But the stupid Blade didn't open his mouth again. "Hey!" Kaleb snarled, balling his hand into a fist and striking him across the back of the head. "I asked what you just said!" The young Feral was on top and he wouldn't lose this position over the Blade. He had said something. Wonderland. Aru. Kaleb had told no one about Wonderland. So how did this Blade know something that even Omar and Epps were ignorant about?!Feral Reincarnation - p4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nate was still quiet. "I said say something!" Kaleb screamed. A quick jerk of his knee and Nate howled in pain. Violently, he rolled his shoulders, forcing the pole off his back. Kaleb leapt back to his feet and watched as the Blade curled into the feeble position, choking back a sob as he held his aching groin.
The Feral waited. When the Blade relaxed, he struck out, kicking him in the back. It felt soooo good to get back at this punk for stealing his mask. Nate cried out when he struck the alley's wall, but he struggled to his feet. But Kaleb grab
Between rounds 1 and 2The samurai paused on the dirt path and looked up into the sky, squinting against the sun. Afternoon. Bright blue skies stretching endlessly into the distance. Grass and sometimes giant mushroom under it. And two days since he had slept last. Less than that since parting with Aris and Leela. Spitfire girls... They could take care of themselves. Had shown that in battle again that copy.Between rounds 1 and 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He really needed to find the girl. Why would someone want a child to fight in a tournament? Even one as nonsensical as this. Readjusting the pack on his back, he carried on. The man knew where he was heading. Off to the castle. The noble class of this world must have some of the answers he needed. The rabbit, despite the questioning Aru put him through, had little to say. Drakonius had hinted at some outside influence on Wonderland and the nothings. So Aru headed off toward the Village. The... crocodile... alligator... whatever... barkeeper had said it would be a short journey and-
The samurai sto
Blindly SeeingHe had lost his sight.Blindly Seeing in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Iru knew he was devastated about it. He knew from all the conversations they had before Ridley lost it, all the promises he had to make to the man as his eyes changed from a livid red to a dull pink and finally to that blank white.
"Promise me you will describe what our kids and grandchildren look like." He would beg as the days went by. "Promise me you will help me with reading and writing." He asked when they were in his office together. "Promise me."
Only when Ridley had broken down in his arms, had sobbed and cried when he learned what Thane was doing to Chiro, what Chiro was allowing Thane to do so his siblings and cousin could keep their innocence had Iru learned what else troubled Ridley.
"I'll never be able to see my baby girl's art again," he whispered against Iru's chest, his arms wrapped firmly about the man's neck. "All her beautiful work... I won't..." He fell silent and Iru had little idea on how to comfort him.
Until the next day.
"Iru," Ridley sig
Another Ridley/Iru AU lmaoThe rocking of the ship only disrupted his elegant stride once or twice. Not that anyone commented on it or said anything about it. They all knew better than to scoff at a Councilor. Ridley slowly followed his guide down to the ship's brig. The man prattled on about the rising popularity of slaves, especially from this strange race called Namuh. He went on and on about their complacency, their fear, their weakness - how they were evolutionarily weaker than vampires, making them perfect for hard labor. The only good thing about his voice was that it drowned out the moans and fevered cries of the slaves.Another Ridley/Iru AU lmao in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Councilor Ridley Grey was thankful for the dim light of the ship. While others would struggle to make out the uneven boards in the ground, the cracks in the walls, and the crude holding cells, it was all clear as day for Ridley. One of the few times his sensitive eyes were useful to him. Most of the time, he was rendered blind and the sun was a mortal enemy. He glanced into a cell and sa
Iru's journal entryThe following has been translated from the Namuh text into common.Iru's journal entry in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since living in the desert, date and time usually have little meaning to me. As such, days and weeks usually meld in with each other, the rising and falling of sun and moon even melting into one myriad dance of light and darkness, heat and cold. A crude timetable, but for one such as myself, it had worked just fine. Rise with the sun, with the heat. Survive in the harsh climate, eat whatever poor creature or plant may come along. And burrow under the sand with the moon, when the heat flees with the sun and the only vestige is hidden in the coarse grains of the sand.
I do not know how long it has been since coming under the ambiguous care of a certain Ridley Gray. It has surely been a while, for my injuries from the first night have almost healed completely. They may have healed, but the scars remain as nightmares and throbbing. I have not forgotten the cruelty that this man possesses, nor the resources he has. Ridley
A collection of stories"I don't understand you," Varen said as he held his twin. Chiro's sobs had faded away, leaving only his heavy breathing and Varen's deep voice. He was curled up in his twin's lap, head resting on Varen's chest. Unlike his twin, Chiro was skinny and frail while Varen was the catch of every lady. Tall, caramel skinned, with broad shoulders and a deep, smooth voice. Even his blue hair was treasured because it was so natural. Other than the traits from his mother, Iru, he had no genetic defects like Chiro did.A collection of stories in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why are you like this?" Varen asked. He was never one to beat around the bush, Chiro knew. "Why don't you eat? Gareth is probably stronger than you now."
After a long silence, Chiro caved and mumbled hoarsely, "It hurts..."
"What hurts?" Varen asked.
Chiro let out a half-stifled sob and desperately clung to his brother, burying his face in his shoulder. "Everything!" He cried. "It hurts to get up in the morning! It hurts to walk! It hurts to eat! It - It hurts to breathe!
Before round 1...Damn... Damn it all to hell. The samurai trudged on through the forest of grass, angrily swatting at the blades when they got in his way. This was not how he wanted to spend his night... Oh no! But that damn whore had to come up to him and that damn cat...! 'Gods above and below, if I ever see that cat again I'm going to spank him till the cows come home!' Grinding his teeth, he continued on.Before round 1... in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been like this most of the morning. Occasional shouting and swearing, silence from him as he attempted to accept what fate thrust upon him. Just like with Drakonius, it was hard and he was voicing his dislike very loudly. At least with Drakonius he was in his own damn world! At least he wasn't the size of a damn mouse!
"Damn it all to hell and back!" He yelled to the air, punching a stone next to him. Well, a pebble, really. A large stone to his size. "This sucks, this sucks!" Thrown in, told to fight. Like he was some petty mercenary. No! He was a samurai! Of the Master Class, no less! Tra
Why Poets DrinkChrist,Why Poets Drink in Free Verse More Like This
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain
RosesRoses in Free Verse More Like This
They say the last rose
is low born -
a slow moving blossom
that bears a crooked stem.
Pluck it carefully,
to raise the dull dusk
of your dress;
flush it pale and perfect
along your thighs.
You move through the trees
like pelerines at the fair,
carrying it in your hand
the adieu of petals
already inscribed -
to score the thorns
or to leave it behind
for the one
who called you sweetheart.
LosswhatLoss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
should I do now
living with the memory of your losses?
Snow QueenSnow Queen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I find thee all in ice ensnared,
the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,
trapped in a wet and wintry grave -
the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?
They brought you here, their souls enslaved.
The altar where your minions prayed -
a brilliant diadem of ice,
the offering that your cold heart craved.
They linger here whilst you entice
their frozen limbs as sacrifice.
Their wizened hands by you declared
the chosen few who paid your price
RedThere is nothing discreet about this love -Red in Free Verse More Like This
it hangs on my chest,
a defiant noise -
the scent of something luscious
stretched between your hips.
Your back arches
in a way only Psyche can feel.
You wear it
in a cheap red dress
that comes apart like midsummer
in my hands
as we flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies
Courting DeathCourting Death in Free Verse More Like This
Death should be a glorious fiend,
an indulgent lover
who cradles your head
and feasts off
the slow twine
of body and soul.
He must court you,
run his long, cool fingers
from temple to spine
and count the days
that climb toward heaven.
He should caress
behind your knees,
find the delicate shift
and blood -
a music only he can taste,
and knead the supple
and smooth hopes you hold
and turn them into pledges.
He will love you
as you deserve -
that final lilt
of joy blotting out your breath,
his bleak and sinewed body
covering what lies beneath,
making the light
within your cheeks
a barren vessel
to whet his longing.
BeadsAnd I will weaveBeads in Free Verse More Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
EchoesCatching leafy words as they fallEchoes in Free Verse More Like This
in a paper hat, and brooding them to hatch,
is a remove with her heart in hand
caged in a scepter that resonates;
beating for the universe, and
shaking the bones of his remote world;
cracking the desolate dais he sits upon.
Amidst a square, their play-place
is waxing into the Grand Guignol;
with her, the sinister puppeteer,
enticing the strings that this seamstress
unsew from his tapestry;
yarning the shadows on her rings, and
commanding them to sing her echo.
Through their husks, tenuous silhouettes
bleak the phosphenes, and dredge
them over the pastures of breadcrumbs
below a flock coveting from a tree;
as an infantile craze to see them
soar above the cenote is yielding
their bodies to water her seeds.
When the summer breeze sows a trail
of longing under her arc of conquest,
his sky is sooting with each fallen bird;
birthing muse driven night-terrors
that loom behind the riffs in reality;
unsoothing their chimeras to
tear the fragile pi
Altamura A Spanish lamentAltamura in Free Verse More Like This
blooms in high halls; ... in incarcerated windows
unflowering on the marble almost touching the vines
then pouring and straining in their stony spouse's eyes
through jigsawed cobbled streets. a length of breath away.
... and intermittently pulsing strings The sadness of the World
spray the orange from the lamps sprouts in between the crevasses
painting the cries ripe and full of taste -
and mellowing the sorrow.
Flaking Photographs We see the greatnessFlaking Photographs in Free Verse More Like This
of faces belittled
in little boxes
HomeAll the autumn orphansHome in Free Verse More Like This
Under her beret;
blanketing themselves with charcoal
against the inexorable beast.
She herded them with the look
that tamed that wolf;
and blushing and rushing
underneath her feet
they were frolicking with her steps.
Then hiding in her coat,
under a velvet sky,
her pockets became homes
to all those scented and painted cries
that fell with the rain.
It was time for their lullaby
when her smile spread the purpure
over the copper trees;
so that we cradle the fallen in our hands,
while reaping the harvest to eat.
West of the SunWhen our worded trainWest of the Sun in Free Verse More Like This
was about to derail,
I saw 'una donna bella'
with hair as the olives
from the groves
where we trailed,
and stole kisses.
She was a more enticing read
than the one absent,
as the sweet red in her lips
was what the wine vapors
were searching for
just to make sense
Splitting from her locks,
like the grass we were picking,
were her bladed words;
in seamless strands,
and cutting south
like flocks of birds.
28th of DecemberDozen times28th of December in Free Verse More Like This
the moon has emptied me
before I saw you again,
I drifted towards your well
exactly a sun after I
quenched my thirst;
where in this sea of mist
my letters anchored me to you;
sweeping me from the blue,
a whole's piece of soul,
a shipwreck cursed,
Then I see you,
As I drown in the streams
my watermill remembers.
A year and still
I am falling asleep
sipping from your well,
but waking up thirsty and ill;
As I fish for the key
to open the mist, I glimpse
your two hollow casks
fleeing, yet chill.
My Painting of YouI painted you today.My Painting of You in Free Verse More Like This
Rolled up the paper,
and carried you in hand.
Gave you to a girl,
with your eyes,
and chestnuts in her hair,
Made her smile,
seeing butterflies in a field,
but she gave you back,
when she saw
they are going in the sunset.
I put you on
my dreaming wall,
to be my last glimpse,
of my world
before I remember
you're only a painting.
TapestriesLightning spears pierce the gazes;Tapestries in Free Verse More Like This
thundering roars deafen the voices;
raining drops forget the traces.
Even North is South,
and East is West.
Where is the Night's Shepherd?
Where is he guiding his shimmering flock?
How about his Venus;
where is she sliding on her golden locks?
On the crossroads of the World,
the God's Tree as a needle
penetrates the cloudy cushion.
And on these sacred crossroads
two flames were blown away
by Heaven's wind.
I take up the withered torch
and I see...
between the leaves of knowledge.
I want to climb their branches;
reach the peak, and behold
the four distant brothers.
I want to shout:
Don't you weep!
She's the whitest in your flock.
Donning her topaz crown;
drawn by the radiant ropes.
Make her common!"
The White DesertDawn broke the dayThe White Desert in Free Verse More Like This
like an egg
on a canvas.
And her eyes
bled a trail
Coming from the arabesque land;
with her ivory skin
and mute screams,
she wrapped me
like their bitter fruit.
And bid me farewell,
pollinating my lips,
then waning in my vase.
I could see her
amongst the frigid flowers
on the windows,
as I entered the white desert,
where people reminisce
of the deaths of other people.
With the Princess in her Glass CastleIn a snowballWith the Princess in her Glass Castle in Free Verse More Like This
out of time;
wandering the roads
of her shawl
and her hair,
wild cocoa and thyme,
I am searching
for a rescue,
Like the snowflake
looking for home
after its silent ball
in her stare.
bp...Finally an end? When I opened my eyes I found myself in a large white room.bp...Finally an end? in General Fiction More Like This
Aw crap Im in heaven I muttered
Now that MUST be the first time Ive heard someone say that! laughed someone I hadnt noticed before. I turned my head towards the voice, and saw a nurse smiling at me. I blinked.
.Aw CRAP! Im in a hospital!! I sighed, and once again the nurse laughed. She told me that I was taken into the hospital a few days ago. I had suffered a head concussion but no permanent damage. Other then a few extra bruises and scratches I was perfectly fine. She then left to get my family who were waiting for me to wake up. I looked around the room again, I was the only one in the room and it was very bare, except for a pile of what looked like packages on the bedsid
bp...No She let the rats drag her all the way back into the cold dark basement, she let out a few cries of protest, she even tried sweet talking them and bribing with cheese that both toymaker and rats knew she did not have. When they were finally down they tossed her to the ground. More rats came out, all circling Chitty. She stayed down on the floor for a moment, letting them get as close as they wanted.bp...No in General Fiction More Like This
Well, I tried being nice she said to the floor, the rats got closer.
But I guess Ill have to go to plan B With that the girl shot up, making some of the rats scatter, in her hand were two large bombs.
BLOW YALL TO TIMBUCKTWO!!! She screeched joyfully, then she did what she wanted to do ever since she got to this dark cold place blow it up ..she laughed manically, but she knew she couldn
The Markets of EuropeCobbles cushion generationsThe Markets of Europe in Free Verse More Like This
not only sellers and buyers steps
but travelers who shuffle on, murmuring
looking for their sun in the dead of night
But the Markets keep selling
Fluorescent shadows make Skulls chatter
they are as pleased as bees
in the dead of winter's ice.
their hallowed eyes quiver, hear
vibrations from the rhythm above
they grumble and whisper
wondering when Death will smile again
The Markets keep selling
Light bulbs exposing nothing
but what is on tables, patterned
with daisies, and Mona's smiles,
encouraging to find a bargain
Marble Eyes are blind and blank
watching every move around
as the living pulse, and stumble, gone
those made to be frozen remain
They sweat the slick of Time
hazy water often cools them
of the bitter salt of hard work,
left by their Masters, Fathers, gone
And the Markets keep on selling
I am FearI am Fear in Short Stories More Like This
Why do I do it? You wish to ask me? You want to know what compels me to do such things, things which you see as horrors and make me an abomination to what it means to be a human? The answer to that is quite simple my dears.
I am not human.
I am fear.
I was created to perform these acts which you call so disgusting, and, what you will probably be the most horrifying thought to you, something that you may try to deny but is never-the-less true.
bp...The Attack Rats there were rats everywhere.bp...The Attack in General Fiction More Like This
They came out from under the doors, through the windows on the ground floor. They swarmed everywhere and they all headed towards me.
I screamed, and started to wildly kick away the rats as best as I could. Some bit and clawed at me but I kept fighting back. I saw Juliana trying to fend off the rats with a large metal pipe. I have no idea where she got it but she was using it pretty well we both tried our best at keeping the rats away, I thought I heard someone calling my name, but I was too busy trying to take care of the rats.
And then t
Writers Craft Word BlurbsIWriters Craft Word Blurbs in Free Verse More Like This
It is smooth and almost
Unyielding. It makes one think
Of toys, the new kind, grinning
Their Barbie smiles more made
To crash and zoom about in a
Like my soda, I watch
The bubbles rise from my
Drink, when I take a sip
The fizz rolls around my
Tongue and rumbles down
My throat. I smile at
The strange sensation
I can believe that it's
Not butter, once thought of as
The poor. The biggest stamp to the
World announcing your poverty.
Now, I can not imagine using
Anything else. Butter is too rich
It makes me feel sick.
Sputter and stutter is what I do
Be it through nervousness or
Excitement. I will try to speak
But the words roll out before I have time to properly say them,
Larvas are babies
People tend to forget that
Their mothers are the insects.
People like to squish them too
They wriggle around, helpless
Looking for food
Flaccid is a word I barely know
I suppose it means something
Like thin, breakable, or perhaps
Able to be used a lot.
Strange Circumstances chpt 2Strange Circumstances chpt 2 in General Fiction More Like This
The elder part of the family all looked fearfully towards the door. While Kayla simply put down the offending letter, and while her brother eagerly looked at its simple contents she went over and opened the door. Standing on their front doorstep was the oddest man Kayla had ever seen in her life.
The man seemed at first like a normal if not very well dressed man. He was wearing a suit of the darkest blue, with the crest that was formed on the seal of the envelope was embroidered in silver on one of his breast pockets. He wore a thin top hat the same dark blue colour. Despite his neat attire, his face was quite hideous, mainly because the left s
bp...I have won No sound came out of the pipebp...I have won in General Fiction More Like This
Not a single note not even a squeak. All it sounded like was air. The Pied Piper frowned, and stared at the pipe; he tried a different note, but got the same result which was no result at all. I could have laughed, I wanted to laugh hysterically, but instead the hysteria turned into more screams.
Youre plan, WONT WORK!!! I will remember EVERYTHING! I WANT TO REMEMBER! I WANT THIS ALL TO END RIGHT NOW!!! I screamed at him before my voice cracked. The Piper stared at me, then the pipe, then back at me again.
bp...His Thoughts I just stared at him. He stared back at me, then quietly placed the pipe he was working on into a pocket, then looked at me again. I suddenly felt very scared, alone, confused, and hurt and not knowing what else to do, I burst into sobs. The Piper looked at me with complete indifference, then he seemed to sigh.bp...His Thoughts in General Fiction More Like This
What are you crying about?? I havent even done anything to you yet! He said, this only made me feel more hysteric.
YET!? You said yet! Which means that you DO plan to do something to me! Just like your stupid sicko friends!!! I spat out at him. I continued to sob and the Pied Piper just stared at me some more, he didnt even blink. Then he sighed and stood up, and grabbing the back of his chair slid it slowly closer to me, then sat back down again. This for some reason made me stop crying. He was so close to me, our knees almost touching, it made me feel very uncomfortable. His hollow e
bp...Remember Remember You know how an old family film can be filled with glitches? You try to watch it, but its fuzzy, the images get jumbled together, you try to watch it and try to make sense of it all sometimes it works other times its impossible.bp...Remember Remember in General Fiction More Like This
Thats what my mind had felt for the past day or so, I would get glimpses of memories that I couldnt understand, but when I blacked out as the house was being attacked by rats it all seemed to come back to me all in once
I was walking down a dark hall full of doors. I realized that it was where I kept my ideas and imagination. I was walking with two people I knew a girl with a big brown hat and a happy grin, a ghost with a pumpkin head. We were walking, and talking about something I cant quite remember, and I dont think it matters we were laughing, we seemed safe so so safe.
Becoming UnjudgedBecoming Unjudged in Free Verse More Like This
And engulfed society
It's hard to believe-
That some of us still have our humanity
And there are those who still cannot see
The damaged moralities-
That were bestowed from a corrupted creed
You don't know the heavy burden that each of us carries
As gray as gray can be
Told that the way I am is wrong
I was taught to fear the real me!
Learning to hate differentiality
Hearing whispers all around
I despised my own identity
Things need to change now!
Some of us don't even make it that far / It's not what you do- but who you are
None of us should ever live in the dark / There will always be a spark in our hearts
Heads held high
Let the true colors show
Revealed in the light
There's no reason to hide anymore!
Take control of life
Get rid of past remorse
Leave it all behind
Happiness is worth fighting for!
Conceals a lesson
One that's worth the cost
Each of us deserves a clear conscience-
The hope that we carr
A Moment Of LoveA Moment Of Love in Free Verse More Like This
A Moment Of Love
This is a perfect chance of weakness to finally tell you that this isn't just a crush
It's not all about lust; I've always wanted to confess to you that I care about you so much
I apologize for being hesitant all of the time; it's just very hard to say you're my one true love
I yearned to say it out loud, but the words couldn't escape my mouth, that's what my fear does
I tried to say it to you in every lucid dream, that's how strong these feelings are
And I found myself waking up to tears of joy, because a true sense of hope is in my heart
I want to win you over
And I will never give up
Because you make the dark brighter
And you're always there no matter what
Every time you smile at me, it makes my day
Every time you laugh with me, it completes my night
Every time you speak to me, my problems fade away
Every time you're with me, it betters this hopeless life
You've done a lot for me that you don't even know about
Like when you told me that I was never alone
Reaching For A MirrorReaching For A Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching For A Mirror
Listen, sooner or later you're going to have to look me in the eyes, it's unavoidable
It's going to be that time when you let your guard down, your reaction will be recognizable
I don't know if you're able to face me yet, but you need an intervention, because this is personal
You're not going to like what I have to say to you, I know you're going to resist, you're so predictable
What exactly do you know? You know NOTHING! Because left you a long time ago
We don't need to talk, you don't even really exist to me, you don't have power anymore
There's nothing you can say to me that might help, not even by a little, so just leave me alone
Don't even speak to me, don't try and "get through" to me, it's useless now, so please, just go
I don't know where I went wrong, I've already told you that I've only ever tried my very best
You need to quit being stubborn, stop this foolishness, remember who you are, and never forget
Before you took
Aura: The ResparkAura: The Respark in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Respark
I, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your grace
Into the void of this sudden loneliness
Realizing I followed every single one of your steps
But yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting moments
Now I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promises
That which you still kept
So I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongest
You make sure to protect
To you, everyone, and everything is dearest
None left to neglect
But with all of that, you take on those heavy burdens
And try your best
Calling out your name into the nothingness
Forgetting about the peace you bestowed upon me
I guess it's just too hard to be away from
Promises Of TodayPromises Of Today in Free Verse More Like This
Promises Of Today
The sands of time can be unpredictable
But to mold them is impossible
And being let down is typical
I, for one, know what it's like
Having that unrelenting doubt dwell inside
And withstanding all of those tears that aren't dried
With that said
I want to help you, my dear friend
For the hope of happiness is within the reach of your hands
I need to apologize for not always being there
It's because I have my own slate
But now I'm finally here
I'm sorry I'm late
I've been where you are
I've seen what you've seen
And I was able to break through the dark
But I'll go back for you, just to help you believe
That it can get better
If you truly want it to
The era of fear can be over
It just all depends on you
But I know
That not all of us are strong enough
And that's why a lot of people tend to let go
So I am here to lend my rough hands to help you up
You are so important
Even if you don't see it
You're such a wonderful person
So I know you deserve to make it through this
Ashes Of TomorrowAshes Of Tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
Ashes Of Tomorrow
I can destroy what I create
If I really, and truly wanted to
I can light these feelings ablaze
If I didn't want anymore support from you
I barely stop myself time and time again
I realize there's a sense of cruelty in all of us
It's just that feeling, everything might be in vain
When tempted at breaking down those barriers of trust
To jeopardize all of the triumphs
I want to be the one who is blamed
The fire will reach the sky, and become my guidance
I want to be swallowed by my own inner, selfish flames
I sit behind the scenes of my friendships
Alone, with a fake smile on my face
That old feeling of loneliness is tempting
Cold, but the embers will soon burn me away
Ashes paint the sky / I'm the phoenix at fault
My flames roar as I cry / As all hope finally falls
I need to get back at myself
Delivering a fiery vengeance
I know that I don't deserve anyone else
As all of the bridges simultaneously start burning
I wanted to erase what I made
And I tr
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
Aura: The RadianceAura: The Radiance in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Radiance
I wore this pain like a crown / I was so broken
I kept on falling down / I felt my soul shattering
I couldn't hear anything / listening to my own twisted thoughts
I was blinded from everything / witnessing my own tragic downfall
I stopped dreaming of better days / I ceased believing long ago
My countless nightmares wouldn't fade / I was left in this dark world alone
I guess this is how I really pictured my own end
I just want it to finally be over with, I won't resent death
To the end of this long, and lonely road
Dangling on my unfinished rope
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, and don't let me go!
Hold me high, hold me high, hold me high, and give me hope!
Revive the light
Inside the dark
Given a second life
Resurrecting my heart
Cascade of colors
Fade away the gray
Open up a new world
Where shame has no place
Standing up to society's face's
Takes every ounce of courage
Never damaged or discriminated against
Because we're all going throug
To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The savior I awaited
Lifted me up and triumphed
I prayed as much as I needed
Even when I was beyond drowning
I knew a kind soul would pay heed
Every mourning human deserves saving
A Wish For FreedomA Wish For Freedom in Free Verse More Like This
A Wish For Freedom
I, a child birthed in chains
Raised in a cage
But on this day- they will break
I was taught self-hatred
Learning that the differences were divided
Among the people who are considered “civilized “
Forcefully combining my fear and envy
As I was raised in the middle of this society
My power and pride were deprived of me
I was only an empty vessel
Believing that all promises were fabled
But once upon a calm- I witnessed hope's revival
Wings sprout from my tongue / Words from my soul are sung
A new voice's journey has begun / Let the era of silence be undone
Obtaining peace of mind / Experiencing freedom of heart
Allowing the colors to shine / The future will blind the scars
I had to fight the system; I had to stop the cycle
It was either my downfall or survival
So I reversed this downward spiral
Care not, for those w
Grow UpWhen I was young,Grow Up in Free Verse More Like This
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.
'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.
No, an astronaut!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
will be everywhere!'
She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.
'I could be anything I wanted.'
Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.
I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'
She smiled the hollow smile
that adults have when talking to the young.
'Not what I wanted to be
when I was young.'
Nothing more was said on the matter
but I could see that there was no more wonder
in the eyes that once shone so brightly.
Be a phoenixI want nothing moreBe a phoenix in Free Verse More Like This
Than to be seen
For who I am
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
I'll shout to the sky,
This isn't me
Only I can be me.
I'll be gone before you know
Who you think I am
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
Hush be quiet
Listen for once,
To the real me
Don't fall to others
Stand on your own
You're torn to pieces
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
Be a phoenix in the ground
Don't let them get you down
You are you
And no one, no one
Can ever tell you
Who you are
Show the people
Who you are.
DarlingLove, today you shall not die,Darling in Free Verse More Like This
because you are my light
and to live without you
is to live without hope.
lying cold and dead,
I will give my life for you
as I swore on our wedding day.
May God take my prayer
and listen for my soul
instead of yours.
My sins shall pay for our crimes
through my own death.
I will die for you
For I know this is my fate.
Why I cryI like to cry myself to sleep at night.Why I cry in Free Verse More Like This
I cry for my cat who was run over.
I cry for my father who left me.
I cry for the friends I have lost.
And I cry for the bullies who push me in the halls.
I cry for me, myself, and I.
I cry for the body that I don't have.
And I cry because I'm not happy.
I cry for my broken family.
I cry for lost love.
And I cry for the unwanted.
I cry for the people death has taken from me.
Every night my pillow soaks,
gathering the tears that I shed.
By morning they are gone
and no one knows I cried myself to sleep.
The Wishing TreeTraveling along a concrete roadThe Wishing Tree in Free Verse More Like This
until the pavement turned to grass
and the grass turned to dirt.
Just when the land turned barren and bland
an abandoned park stood rusty and proud.
Little Jessica walked along that dirt path
not minding the hot sun
or how her backpack got heavier with every step.
When she finally reached
that abandoned park
Little Jessica played in the slide
and swung on the swings
that creaked with every rock.
She bored soon and left
that barren park
going to the one sign of life
A sorrowful tree, with no leaves left
stood near that abandoned park.
Little Jessica, feet scuffing the dirt
went to this poor alone tree.
From her backpack, Little Jessica
pulled paper upon paper out.
With bits of string and tiny fingers
Little Jessica attached every single strip of paper
to the branches of that leafless tree
as high and far as she could reach
until the dry branches could no longer be seen.
When she was done
Little Jessica surveyed her work,
proud of the job
This is a poemThis is a poem.This is a poem in Free Verse More Like This
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to make you think.
Can you feel the love,
or the hate, or even the fear,
in this poem?
This is a poem,
with a simple repeating line
that is just meant
to make you think.
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
HollowHome is where the heart is.Hollow in Free Verse More Like This
Well what if you don't have heart, per say?
I'm not sure I have one.
Don't get me wrong I have a heart.
I have the organ that pumps blood throughout the rest of my body.
But that's not what the phrase refers to.
It means where your emotions are, where you can be safe and loved and can give love in return.
What do I have?
What if I don't have that?
What if I don't 'feel' like everyone else?
What if I don't have a home like that?
Does that mean I don't have a heart?
Out of all the things I've been called, I've never been called heartless before.
All I ever wanted was people to be happy.
And they were never happy around me.
Cold, they said. Cruel, they called me.
They know nothing.
To be cruel, you have to feel.
To be cold, you have to know what warmth is.
I know neither of those things.
I know nothing of heart and home.
To feel, what is that like?
To have a home, what is that like?
To be loved, what is that like?
I'm so curious.
So tell me
Lovely AnneI once met a girl named AnneLovely Anne in Free Verse More Like This
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.
While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.
Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.
Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.
Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.
The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day and night
held to her words
and wished for her world.
Poor Lovely Anne had no friends.
But lived in a world that was entirely her own.
Lovely Anne who never left her world
and thought reality was imaginary.
Forgiveness?Forgiveness?Forgiveness? in Free Verse More Like This
What makes you think you're worthy?
You think just a few kind words will fix everything?
That everything shall be forgotten because you wish?
It doesn't work like that.
But I'll smile and say everything's okay,
when really the memories never fade
and truly never forgive you for what happened.
You don't deserve my forgiveness
and to think that you not only do, but are entitled to it,
shows just what kind of person you are.
No, I will never forgive you,
so while I smile and pretend to tolerate you,
don't let your guard down for a second.
I'm just waiting, waiting for that perfect moment
when I can hurt you,
as much as you hurt me.
You're not worthy of my forgiveness.