End.EndEnd. in Free Verse More Like This
Back to the room where it's just me.
Back to the dark where it's just me.
Back to the hate where it's just me.
Back by myself, and I can't stand me.
So I sit and I sob in my loathing.
So I sit and I hate in my loathing.
So I sit and I think in my loathing.
So I plot my own death in my loathing.
With pink yarn I weave a long rope.
With pink yearn I braid a long rope.
With pink yearn I tie a long rope.
With pink yearn, a noose, and a long rope.
From the ceiling a fan dangles.
From the ceiling a thread dangles.
From the ceiling a neck dangles.
From the ceiling my corps dangles.
Perfection.PERFECTIONPerfection. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The things heard, turn out to be true.
Worthless. Nobody really needs you.
Lack of a purpose, once empty inside.
Now filled by loathing, believing lies.
To stare still blind, only brings worse.
Crawling tears. Today I must reverse.
So changing, ending the broken frame.
Anything to be, but can't stay the same.
To be good, to be better, to not be me.
Distorted mental images. A Shape to be.
Internal rocks interrupt to go straight.
Then the lied to lies. Lies gain weight.
The skeletal groans hit a hard heart.
Soaking on musts. Never left start.
I can't go back. So it slowly implodes.
Falling in on itself. On a cracking road.
The hate sent poring from veins.
No other option. Bound by chains.
What wanted well became so ill,
Because of a sick desire to fulfill.
Wide glossy eyes eternally closed.
Defeated. Nothing left. Exposed.
The wrinkles grow longer each day.
Blades duller. As all withers away.
Each cell even di
BlindBlindBlind in Free Verse More Like This
Its as if I'm blind.
No windows, no color,
So darkness on my mind.
Not a soul for miles,
Who would care.
No one ever smiles.
Cold are the beds,
The room, and the people.
I'm sure that's the meds.
If nothing more I mind so much,
The alone time.
No feeling, no touch.
So I sit and unwind,
Sensing nothing at all.
Its as if I'm blind.
Pricked.Cringe in pain as a single spool hits the floor.Pricked. in Free Verse More Like This
It unravels only a small vestige of thread behind,
For my eye to trace.
A button and a few shreds of clothe.
Some pins and bits of stuffing.
Yet nothing successfully seized the spool.
It reluctantly rolls regardless of its path.
And as I skeptically fallow the fine thread,
It comes closer and closer to intertwining,
With my own path.
Until it rests at my step to reveal the thread holds,
The eye of a guilty, bloody needle.
Unfinished.UNFINISHEDUnfinished. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Deep down inside of me,
There's this pain called reality.
Behind these walls of flesh,
No breathing, I'm out of breath.
My heart has the master plans.
My mind's no longer in command.
A wound that will never mend,
A flame growing into the end.
Where all else melts, these will rise.
Chaos, torment, fear and cries.
It's like dyeing from the inside out,
Wanting to scream and dousing a shout.
Where hate strives and over powers,
Where love weakens and cowers.
The clock suddenly ceases to tick,
My heart stops pumping, I become sick.
Alive Not.She doesn't have thick locks,Alive Not. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Nor does she have tan flesh.
She's not one to fidget much,
And isn't big on talking.
In fact, She doesn't do much of anything.
Might not even think.
But I don't find it odd,
Because she is not breathing.
Lonely Rain Drops.LONELY RAIN DROPSLonely Rain Drops. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
as i sit of all my beauty,
i wait to be cherished and held,
like the most tender of all the singing birds in the sky.
my red petals chime in the wind,
as they slowly trickle to the cold dead ground.
it seems like there journey is never threw,
and like every petal is a shimmering drop of lush blood.
the day finally comes,
when ones warm finger tips become my heavenly wings.
and as i part from my once safe and humble hell,
a sound of regret whispers in the winds around me.
its says "turn back",
turn back from the path made of my own tear trench thorns.
but i only hear theses words,
far after its to late.
i no longer sit in all my beauty,
beside my tear drawing petals and blood drawing thorns.
i now sit alone, abandon, betrayed,
by the very same warmth that first did i live from.
every last one of my "he loves me"s and "he loves me not"s,
have turned to ash under the dead heart of a loved one.
my now wilted exterior, of once blond pollen,
sits under only the lone
Flaming SurrenderFLAMING SURRENDERFlaming Surrender in Free Verse More Like This
Another seconds gone.
She grows a minute older.
The tension builds.
Beads of sweat brake out.
She looks closer.
Every single lush trickle
Takes a dive to its end.
In through the nose
Out through the mouth
All stress lets loose
The tension brakes
Dabs of sweat come cold.
A long moment passes
The clock ceases to tick
All rage in her brakes loose.
A shiver runs down her spine.
As she watches
The candle burn
The waxes melt
Blood shot eyes centered,
Wick trapped in wax
Engulfed by the flashing
She grows wary
As all suspense rises
For the next
Right then her h
Why Not to get out of Bed.Depression.Why Not to get out of Bed. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Withering me down.
Down to even less than I think I am.
So why try?
Why not just give up before hand?
No one needs me.
So I'll stay here.
I'll stay here and hate more.
More than I first did,
For lying in bed.
Which shall keep me longer.
So I surrender all of my day,
To the only solution to my sadness.
Sleep the guilt, the hate away.
Sleep the worthlessness down.
I'd rather just pray and sleep.
Pray that I can sleep,
And hope that tomorrow,
Will be a better day.
But if I'm only going to fall,
Why get up?
GuillotineYou wonder how long it will take,Guillotine in Free Verse More Like This
Before you give in to the fear.
How much more before you brake,
Fall and beg them to spare you here.
Seems unfair to face it alone.
To be the only one burden by this fate
Forced to sit anxiously and moan.
Forced to expect it and just wait.
Submissively expecting your punishment.
Dignity allows you not a tear to shed.
They say your intentions were hell bent,
And for that they must have your head.
The blade falls, you're without hope.
Too late now, he cut the rope.
GA fanfic 2-PrologueGA fanfic 2-Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bartonville Insane Asylum, IL
The GA crew gets locked down inside a former Insane Asylum inhabited by restless spirits and malevolent entities.
'A Haunting memory''A Haunting memory' in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For a brief moment, I was a monster
How could've I nearly hurt
The one who looks up to me?
Another sinister being tried to use me,
Not myself, yet I was still there.
She refused to leave and almost caused her harm,
But her will brought me back.
Seeing the fear in her eyes concerned me,
Why did she fear me?
One of the strongest of our team showed
Apprehension whenever she had to work with me.
I still wonder if the brief moment I was a monster
Has taken a toll on her.
I can only hope to know in time.
The brief moment he was a monster,
I had to stay strong despite my fear.
The residing fear lingers on my heart as
I continued walking through the dark.
How I want to tell what happened,
But I didn't know how.
Our leader seems to be noticing my fear
Yet everytime he asks what's wrong,
I force it away and carry on as if it was nothing.
Despite my efforts, my guilt and shame
Haunts me every night while with my team.
For showing love that left me vulnerable,
GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 3GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lockdown Part 3
Something definitely wasn't right, the entire atmosphere of the room changed. I slightly stepped back, getting an overwhelming feeling of dread.
He struggled to speak as something was fighting to take control over him.
"You need to get out of here."
"I'm not leaving you here."
As I stood watching him, he began hissing, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.
I stepped forward slightly in concern, reaching for his shoulder.
"Come on, Nick. We need-"
Suddenly, I felt a very forcible shove. Screaming as I was forced back and my back hit the wall. My Digital Recorder fell on the floor beside me.
Meanwhile, Zak and Aaron were downstairs.
"Did you hear that?"
"Dude, that was no ghost."
Staring for only a second, they knew something was wrong. They broke into a fast jog, flashlights in hand heading for the stairwell.
A few feet away with little strength he had left, Nick screamed.
I struggled to keep my camera on him, quickly reaching for the
GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 1GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lockdown Part 1
Peering into my LCD screen, everything was in various shades of green on the Night-vision. We walked slowly down the first floor hallway.
Filming behind Zak, he spoke out in a gentle tone.
"Is there anyone here?" he paused, pointed at us.
"I'm Zak, this is Nick, Aaron and Aura. We mean no disrespect for those of you that died here. Can you come and talk to us?" he paused again, listening for any response.
Suddenly just ahead of us, we heard an unexplained squeaking noise which sounded like a patient ward door opening.
"Did you hear that?" I whispered to Zak,
"Yeah, I heard it." he replied quietly.
We stood still for a minute and looked around, I walked forward a few feet and found the first X. I also noticed the door was open further than the rest in the hallway.
"Zak, over here." I quietly called out.
He held out a Digital Recorder inside the room while Aaron and Nick set the Static Night-vision Camera. I filmed Zak as he asked questions.
"Did you make this door move?"
GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 2GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lockdown Part 2
With Static Night-vision Cameras rolling on the first, second, and third floor,
we headed down to the basement.
Stepping inside the morgue, Zak stood in front while Aaron filmed him.
"We're gonna set a tripod in the back to film Nick while he's inside "
As Zak spoke, I felt a tap on my arm. Knowing it was Nick, I scanned over to see his face. Pointing towards Zak then twisting his hand near his head, indicating Zak was crazy.
I chuckled quietly and scanned back over to Zak and Aaron.
"Nick, you ready?" he asked.
"I guess so." Nick replied.
He jumped on the slab, we took his camera and handed a Digital Recorder.
Quickly, they tested the Walkie-talkies in case of an emergency. Laying down, Zak pushed him inside.
"We've got an X camera filming the outside. Good luck."
He shut the door, which locked from the outside. I could only imagine what was going through Nick's mind.
"He's locked in. Let's go set the other cameras."
As we walked out, I looked back inside, hoping
GA fanfic 3-PrologueGA fanfic 3-Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Old Wyoming Penitentiary, Rawlins, WY
The team visit an old prison where former inmates still lurk within the building.
Before the Lockdown
It had been nearly a month since my previous investigation with the Ghost Adventures Crew, waiting to hear from them with anticipation. As promised by Zak, they contacted me and requested that I accompany them once again outside New York. Arriving at our destination the day before, I spent the night in my hotel room pondering over the lockdown to come.
Knowing that the following day, I would be on my own Ghost Adventures.
GA fanfic 2-Walkthrough Part 1GA fanfic 2-Walkthrough Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ghost Adventures Title sequence
My name is Zak Bagans. I've never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one.
So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video....
With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Nick Groff and our equipment tech Aaron Goodwin.
The three of us will travel to some of the most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night, being locked down from dusk until dawn....
My Near-possessionIt happened on the night of November 8th, my cousin Jessica and I were filming our 3rd lockdown.My Near-possession in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
While we sat in the dark basement, she had this alarm clock which changes color ONLY when you press the button on top and she covered it with a pillow to block the light.
Pretty soon, it began changing color by itself.
1)The pillow was too light to press the button
2)There's NO setting to make it do that.
We stared at it for several minutes before I realized her camcorder was on the tripod, so we did get it on film.
After filming the basement more, Jess heard a cackling voice and began feeling like something bad was gonna happen, which didn't scare me much. However, I did wonder why not much else was happening and hoped something more would happen.
But what's really freaky is what happened afterwards:
While we filmed upstairs in my bedroom, I was holding the camera filming the room with Jess behind me. Soon, I began feeling tense with my arms trembling enough to where I gripped the camera.
GA fanfic 3-Walkthrough Part 1GA fanfic 3-Walkthrough Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ghost Adventures Title sequence
My name is Zak Bagans. I've never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video....
With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Nick Groff and our equipment tech Aaron Goodwin. The three of us will travel to some of the most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night, being locked down from dusk until dawn....
These are our Ghost Adventures.
Old Wyoming Penitentiary, WY
Walkthrough Part 1
While Zak got ready to introduce our lockdown site, I watched Aaron and Nick set up their cameras to film him.
"Within the town of Rawlins, Wyoming lays the notorious Old Wyoming Penitentiary. Known to the locals as "Old Pen", it was the former home to 13,500 of the worst inmates that the state ha
GA fanfic-EpilogueGA fanfic-Epilogue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the Lockdown
The experiences I had Halden Mansion were truly something I'll remember for a long time. The Ghost Adventures Crew were great; not only were they doing a great job as Paranormal Investigators, but they were great people to hang out with.
I knew that a lot of fans would be jealous that I had that chance to spend an entire lockdown with them and became their official Junior Paranormal Investigator. I felt the spirits' wrath while locked inside, but all I have to say is that no matter what occurred there, I was glad to do it with the best team.
Now I will continue watching the show and keeping an eye on where t
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."
The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...
But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastesVinashuka in Free Verse More Like This
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.
But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie
amongst thousands of truths, a comforting security
that tells me I'm alive-
Is simple called 'Vinashuka'.
Now I feel like biting this flopping tongue
This worthless condemnation of meat and drool!
It gibbers endlessly and drives me to madness
A madness known as 'Vinashuka'
Chen Yuan Wen, 24th May 2012
Shot to HellShot to Hell:Shot to Hell in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life
Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...
Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confuse
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. "
They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:They Watch You Sleep in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...
On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.
It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...
These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl
It is said that their eyes are like obsidian doorways;
Which hold the key to the depths of the mind.
But none have the courage to look within them;
Afraid of what they'll find...
So my only advice to the weary traveller
Is to believe in the safety of the tavern
Do not look toward the darkest of corners
or you might just stir their cavern...
I Am The Mighty!I Am The Mighty:I Am The Mighty! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember this tale, from a time of brutality; from whence I would have gladly murdered a soul. For the fragile seek to transcend their pain, but ever are they poisoned by it.
This man I remember had called himself ‘Mighty’ and I watched from the stands as he delivered his speech. “You are the fools!” he cried to the audience, “for even as you mock me, I am whole. Through tragedies I've suffered, through pain I persevered. I am a greater man and your words may never hurt me.”
Fool, is what I thought, for he seemed to take pride in this display. The crowd cheered him on, patting him on the back, but to me he lacked conviction. For I saw through the sham in his boast and I knew that his demons would haunt him again. This time a little earlier than needed.
“Yes my friends, I am a damaged man. I have been broken before and my spirit shattered,” he continued to ramble, as I drew close to him.
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
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
An Epic LegendAn Epic Legend:An Epic Legend in Free Verse More Like This
The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him
The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead
The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira, who pierced the night with his mighty bow
His arrows shot into the empty sky, to shimmer and replace the swallowed stars
The second was a wizard from the human lands, his name was Kurath Damien
With the powers of the Arcane, ancient and pure, he rescued the Moon from death.
It took its place in the sky once more and its glow weakened Tashorak
Caged AnimalYou're examining your skin in the mirror, trying to work out why it doesn't fit right anymore, when the voices startle you. Shouts of "breakfast!" echo in the hall, and nurses crash fists against wood, rapping loud to get the attention of sleepy patients. You jump slightly, and send your toothbrush skittering across the floor. While you chase it, another patient flushes and steps from the toilet cubicle into the main room. Her bare feet scrape against the linoleum and you shudder. You throw your toothbrush in the bin and run your fingers over your teeth instead, remembering what it used to be like.Caged Animal in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When you finally find and make it into the dining room, it is obvious that most of the best foods are already gone. There is a sad looking hot water machine with a selection of styrofoam cups out of their packaging. You think about how many hands have touched those before you and decide to skip the morning caffeine entirely. Unbidden, you remember the dining area at your last treatment facil
Mental Illness Isn't Strength or Weakness: W3, D4I've been seeing a lot of "Depression is not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign that you have been strong for too long." posts around on facebook and the like, and I have to admit they really annoy me. It's not because they say depression isn't a sign of weakness - that part, I fully support and agree with.Mental Illness Isn't Strength or Weakness: W3, D4 in Editorial More Like This
The thing is, depression isn't a sign of anything, except that you a) have depression, and b) may have a chemical imbalance. Strength and weakness are irrelevant; and depression is not an admirable disease any more than any other disease or disorder.
I see a lot of different versions of this, for most forms of mental illness. In the Borderline Personality Disorder circles I frequent on Facebook, I often see people saying things about how caring everyone with BPD is, or how brave, or strong, or choose your positive adjective here. No. All people with mental illness are not definitively anything, except "living with mental illness". The truth is, you're not inherently stronge
ApocalypseContrary to popular misconception, the end of the world is not global warming, a nuclear fallout, or a mechanical uprising. Zombies do not erupt from their graves, aliens do not suddenly decide to invade. There are no horsemen, vengeful Gods or wayward comets. Lightning does not smote the wicked and angels do not lead the worthy to peace. The end of the world is not a mass disaster; there is no exploding sun, tidal wave or earthquake. Instead, it is those quiet moments happening all over the world, every day.Apocalypse in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Resting my hand on the gentle curve of my belly, I croon sweet nothings to my baby. I have decided that "it" is a "she", though the ultrasound confirmation is still several weeks away. Still, I have heard her heartbeat, and I am looking forward to hearing it again later today. I sit like this for an hour or so, soaking the sunlight into my skin and communing with the life growing inside me. I am lulled by the sound of traffic in the street, but the unmistakable drone of my hus
PapoosePastel paintwork framed the door-sign on an otherwise unremarkable building. Despite the pink and blue design, the sign itself was also fairly unremarkable. A simple font announced a single word, "Papoose", all on a board smaller than my number plate. I'd walked these streets several times a week for about a year and never noticed it before, and probably that would have continued to be the case if circumstances hadn't bought it to my attention today.Papoose in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
First, a young couple walking a few feet ahead of me disappeared inside, and immediately after, my phone rang. Normally that wouldn't have stopped me, but of course today I'd made the mistake of dropping my phone into my bag earlier, so I had to stop and dig it out. It took a while, of course - my bag's always filled to the brim and packed somewhat randomly - and before I found it, the ringtone had stopped and started again. When I did manage to answer the darn thing, it was my boss, needing me to jot some details down about a colleague's
EternityDown by the lake, a child stands overlooking the water. Her dark hair is damp from a drizzle of rain not long passed, and her shoulders are lightly hunched beneath a pink jacket. Her small hands cup something tenderly as she seats herself on the grassy knoll by the water's edge. Once settled, she carefully tips the object into her lap, creating a bowl with her dress.Eternity in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hands dip quickly into pockets and pull out items that she lays beside her with reverence: a crumpled sheet of paper, a pen, and a lighter. She ignores the pen and lighter for now, smoothing the paper and folding it attentively. Spiders drop from the trees above and she periodically swats them without giving it much thought.
When she is finished, she holds up a paper boat and examines it. Satisfied, she uses the pen to mark it with what she feels is an appropriate name, leaning sideways to avoid spilling the object from her dress. She holds the boat up again and nods in solemn satisfaction, slipping the pen back into h
A Child Who Grew In A WombI am a child who grew in a wombA Child Who Grew In A Womb in Free Verse More Like This
surrounded by love
in this, the tiniest of rooms.
Everything she could, my mama gave
it breaks her heart, I know,
but I'm proud to have a mama so brave.
At nights sometimes, under the moon
her dreaming heart calls,
crying the most persuasive tune.
I'll visit her then, we'll laugh and we'll play
our hearts ache together,
when day comes I cannot stay.
I am a child who grew in a womb
surrounded by love
in this, the tiniest of rooms.
There's only one thing left I still have to say
please take after my mama,
do not forget me-- I beg you, speak my name.
celestialstop calling them angels--celestial in Free Verse More Like This
the bullied, the broken,
and the lost; stop fixing
paper wings to dirtied shoulders,
don't rest haloes
on red-brown curls, or cry
hallelujah at their feet.
stop calling them angels--
they are the children,
bullied, broken, a little
lost and we all
10 Myths For 10 Mythics1. To Gaia:10 Myths For 10 Mythics in Free Verse More Like This
Fatherhood is more
than a spilt seed;
it is not defined by organs
clenched in ecstacy,
the grind of one against another,
or the budding germination.
Fatherhood is a love
that doesn't fade,
school concerts endured
instead of a football match--
fatherhood is the moments
he chooses the child
Loose your talons,
his heart is here and I
won't let your poison
stain him; you will wish
for manticores with stings
smaller than mine
should you shatter
the peace we have built.
3. To the Valley-walker:
Like Alke, spirit
of courage, you dip
into the styx,
shame Atlas but you
with the wings of pegasi
and the arms of
thousands. Like Hestia
you are more than you seem.
will not break you,
and the roots of you
grow strong and beautiful.
Hercules and Demeter
might be famous
but you stand with Syrinx:
4.To my little Ares boy:
Your heart has beat with mine
since the firs
in the next life you were a phoenixher skin moans at its stitches,in the next life you were a phoenix in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she wants to drag the syllables
like a waterfall in slow motion--
there are lines down your wrists
So you learnt to hide your hurricanes,
you are a tangle of past lives
and defense mechanisms. breathe:
we've been wearing each other like shreds
of fingerprints, i fed you
cracked mortar and the
filmy photographs of us.
don't you dare
count the rings around
your gaunt little saturn-boy--
it took a thousand paper planes
and a flock of vultures
for the word "cathartic"
to perch in your throat.
Forgive This Grief (Miscarriage)My arms are weighted with her space,Forgive This Grief (Miscarriage) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heaviness that won't compare--
her toes, her smile, her tiny face,
and the imagined white-blonde hair;
forgive this mother's grief for stolen dreams
and let alone these tears that stream.
Forgive this mother's grief,
forgive this mother's grief,
remember things aren't always what they seem.
I know it's wrong to yearn for them,
but those moments when you despair
would give to me what was unsent--
a life of burdens I wish I could wear.
Forgive this jealous heart that wants to share
the grumpy shouts, the unmade beds you bear.
Forgive this jealous heart,
forgive this jealous heart,
remember it's 'bout her, my sweet butterfly of air.
This heart still aches for my baby's weight,
and the screaming absence of her cry
opens anew an unhealed space
where all that lives is the question-- "why?"
Let this heart heal as we grow old
and if an outburst leaves you cold,
let this heart heal.
Let this heart heal,
butterfly babies are heavy to hold.
Move OnNothing changes as time goes byMove On in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the sun goes down and the moon is high
And I caught you in your web of lies
I'm moving on now... so let go.
Let go of me (cut this chain)
Let go of me (break these shackles)
Let go of me (open the cage)
I'm closing the gate
You've become everything I hate
So go away, Its far too late
Get out of here
Let go of me (cut this chain)
Let go of me (break these shackles)
Let go of me (open the cage)
My innocence gone, taken
I'm burning, I'm hating.
Just move on
Let go of me, there's nothing left
Let go of me, move on...
Let go of me
Let go, Let go, Let go
Just let go
Tormented by MemoriesMemories of the pastTormented by Memories in Free Verse More Like This
Are haunting All my thoughts.
I try not to be caught
In the shadows of fear they've cast.
Memories of the hatred
The misfortune And despair
The betrayal And the hurt.
Those I love the most
Suffer from my curse.
I'm nothing but a parasite sucking off its host.
Please help me, nurse
Pull the life support.
I've shed too many tears over glimpses of my past.
Memories of the past torture me some more.
I've endured enough pain
I've cried out loud in vain
Remembering all their disdain.
The memories are driving me insane.
I'm driving in the wrong lane.
End it now or else
These memories will torment
My mind for all eternity.
My Fake SmileMy Fake SmileMy Fake Smile in Free Verse More Like This
In front of you I seem so calm.
I put on my black eyeliner and lip balm
And walk around with this fake smile,
But on the inside I am vile.
Inside my heart is black and filled with hate.
Inside my mind is in a turmoiled state.
Constantly thinking of my tortured past and unavoidable fate.
In my inner world I'm always screaming
There my body is forever bleeding
So covered in scars, I'm unrecognizable.
No body part is left unscathed.
I'm silently begging someone to make the pain end,
But outside I just give you that fake smile again.
I wish that these wounds I could mend.
That help would one day soon be sent
A hand eventually lent
No, I am all alone
So Shut Up and put on that fake smile
And don't ever show anyone your tears.
Dead DoveLaughter, happiness and loveDead Dove in Free Verse More Like This
I thought these things would last
But dead goes the dove,
And... with it the happy past
We walked your hand in mine
And everything in life was fine
There was never enough time in a day
But we were together so it was okay
When I cried you held me
And said everything will be.... okay
When I screamed you said
Baby.... calm down
I know it doesn't seem like much
But I miss the little things
Like when you came to see me for lunch
It meant you cared and missed me so much
One day we were driving home
And you pulled to the side
I said “What's wrong?” “I'll be right back” Is all you confide
You get back, daffodil in hand
Trespassing on someone's land, just to get me that
Time past and with it came change
Sweet gestures slowly ceased
And time spent together became slim
Finally the love seemed to simply decease
My attempts to communicate only worsened this
I was only trying to tell you what I miss
But I drove you further away from me
I kept tryi
Suffering DualityDemons and Angels; Evil and PureSuffering Duality in Free Verse More Like This
Duality takes and all runs together.
The ink runs, black and white goes to gray.
All becomes one and the same.
Mirror, Mirror, Which one is me? Tell me which I am suppose to be.
Two sides constantly fight.
Do I walk towards dark or into the light?
Which one, Which one? Which do I let win?
A path of purity; A path of sin?
My heart torn two parts of a whole.
Both sides whisper loudly to my soul.
Turmoil reigns as king as the hurricane sings.
The king dethroned; whispers turn to screams.
A new king takes its rightful place.
No longer is there black,
No longer is there white,
Only different shades of gray.
There is neither night nor is there day.
Everything is now one and the same.
The Claw NecklaceOnce a lone wolf, searching for anotherThe Claw Necklace in Free Verse More Like This
After so long I had thought I shouldn't bother
Then I was told that you needed a home
Filthy, sore and in desperate need of a comb
Used and broken and cast aside like me.
So sweet at first and then you bit me.
I understood why though even though others couldn't see
I took you home anyway, I thought that was the way it should be
No one ever understood our connection
You were the only member of my pack for so long
My “friends” criticized me, said I was wrong
They said “Why do you always want to take her?”
Because she's a part of the pack, why so jealous?
I thought for a moment maybe I was over-zealous
But when everyone else left, you were still there
6 years you stayed by my side
So often the only one I had to confide
When I felt so alone, when I cried, you put your head in my lap
And at times, you cried with me
People say that pets don't cry, they can't see
Humans are just so blind
Sicker and sicker you became
At first just
Loneliness or a Chain?Calling me a liar, sparking this fireLoneliness or a Chain? in Free Verse More Like This
Resorting to insults hoping to get the expected results
Causing nothing but pain making me insane.
Go ahead and tighten that rope the more you pull me the stronger I pull away.
Don't speak a word I know what you say
Don't waste your breath I won't hear it even in death.
You wish me only sorrow and pain, showing me disdain
A lone wolf or a dog? Which would you choose?
I can see the answer clearly even in this fog
I'd rather be alone than be chained and pained
I should have known then but I was blind, You only listen to the whispers in your own mind
Telling me I don't cry enough? So you like it when I'm hurt? I told you I'm an introvert...
No understanding? No love? You insult me, making my choice difficult.
Abuse or loneliness? There's no love... My heart heavy like water against the levee
Done with this game, I don't want to be tame
Take your leash away from me, I am a wolf and that's just how it will be
You seek to change me, you seek to chain me,
Giving InEmpty words and broken promisesGiving In in Free Verse More Like This
Is this all just another game?
Lone wolf... Destiny calls once again
Stop resisting, your destiny still remains the same
Day by day and night by night, never change
I see it all fall apart once again before my eyes
Same result every time, caught in a web of others' lies
Working so hard to glue this shattered mirror
Only to watch it fall apart again in horror
Why? Why? Again and again. Near success turn to failure
Reaching for happiness only for it to slip away once again
It's so hard in this current position to remain sane
It's like trying to drive backwards in the wrong lane
When will I finally give in to the future?
For some reason, I continue to fight
Long after losing feeling Long after losing sight
Is this war finally becoming a lost cause?
When do I just stop trying?
When do you stop lying?
When do I just start dying
On the outside from rotting on the inside?
Death and decay, loneliness and hopelessness
I'm running in place, failing again
A Goodbye LetterA Goodbye LetterA Goodbye Letter in Free Verse More Like This
The sight of you, so many emotions emerge
These feelings all so poisonous so we diverge
Anger, Fury, Sadness, Regret and emptiness
After so long actions once silent I digress
I think I said I thought it was better that way
For many months I let it stay and did not sway
You told me to get the poison out of my life
So ironic that you became such a poison…
I pushed you out for good due to our constant strife
My heart and soul slowly again, cold and frozen
I gave to you my heart and you tore it apart
This day I wonder the blame lay on you or I?
Did you want this to happen? Was it all a lie?
Or did I do you wrong somewhere, unknowingly
I’m sorry if I did and that’s why I left you behind
There was no single compromise that I could find
And so I cut your chain and collar that bind me
Saying my final goodbye to you, forever
Please do understand, I tried to get you to see
Still I lie awake in wonder at what would be
If, by chance I had continued to try to ple
The FacelessThis aching heart, These brittle bones...The Faceless in Free Verse More Like This
No one sees what's inside me.
There's no one out there to confide.
I'm all alone in this barren place.
Everyone here is without a face.
I scream so loud without a sound.
No one with ears are around.
I'm stuck here with the faceless ones.
Everyone's the same, Everyone's a clone.
That's why I will always be alone.
I'm screaming, Can you hear me?
I'm bleeding, Can you see me?
It's cold here, Can you feel it?
You can't see me.
Everyone is Blind.
You can't hear me.
Everyone is Deaf.
You can't feel me.
Everyone is Numb...
In this world with the Faceless Ones.
ChainsI sit in a crowdChains in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I am completely alone
I have walled myself off from everyone
Bricks packed so tightly together
There is no room for mortar
Maybe it's temporary
Like all the times before
Maybe it's forever
This time around
I cannot say
All I know is that I sit surrounded
A hundred conversations
I hear not a one as I sit
Isolated behind my walls
I desperately want to break free
However I sit paralyzed
By the twin shackles of fear
Forged so long ago
By a small girl
With no skills or aptitude
The work complete
Reinforced through the years
Till escape but is a far off hope
What will I do
What could I do given the tools
Perhaps I'll never know
I could grab them and break
These walls down tomorrow
Or I could stay here
What will I do?
I WantI want to curl up with this musicI Want in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And let you hold me on your lap
As though I were your small cat
I want this warmth and security
To surround me so
The comfort and strength
I want to feel that
In your hands as you
Comfort and reassure me
I want to feel safe
To feel loved and cared for
To wrap myself up in you
I want my cares and worries
To fall away as you embrace me
To feel as though you'll never let go
I want these things so bad
But I can't seem to find a way
To put these wants into words
I want you
To just smile
And make my day
I want you to say
You'll do that
DanceToday I could not wake upDance in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My mind would not work
I tried drinking things
I tried watching things
I tried reading things
I tried and tried and gave up
I was just going to be tired
That was just the way it was going to be
Then I tried listening to music
Before I knew it my body was moving
The moves were silly
They woke me up
They made me laugh
They showed me this wasn't the way it was going to be
FeelingsThere on the ground before meFeelings in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like a dog beaten down
Lay my feelings
As I stared at them
I simply could not comprehend
How they had come to be
So beaten and bedraggled
As though no one
Had cared for them in so long
They had become an
Unrecognizable heap on the street
Treated as so much ignored
Trash to be walked over and past
Not a second look to be had
I stared and could barely
Remember what they had
Felt like once upon a time
A time that seemed
Almost a lifetime ago
Cold and distant
I just stood and stared
Had those feelings
Ever truly belonged to me
Or was it just a dream I had
Once upon a time
That was a lifetime ago
Stay AwhileCome my friend, have a seat with me and sit a spell. Listen to my music and let it carry you away while you forget your worries. Let it wrap around you as you float along. No need to think or worry. Just rest your weary head as I share my silent comfort with you. Lay your head in my lap and let me smooth those lines from your brow. I'll carry your burden to let you rest awhile. I'll take care of things so you can relax and just let yourself be. My fingers slowly combing through your hair, taking your stress with each pass. Close those weary eyes and listen to my song as I hum along. We can simply lay and enjoy this lovely sunny day. Nowhere to be, nothing to do, but lay back and let it go. Let the sun warm your soul while my presence helps relax you. I've got you and I'll keep you free and safe. We can sit beneath the shade of a tree or lay on a couch as we watch the time drift away. No pressing concerns to touch us here. Just you and me, being free. Come stay awhile with me and let yoStay Awhile in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe Some DayI smile and laughMaybe Some Day in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Assuring you nothing is wrong
When you ask I simply
Shrug my shoulders
And change the topic
My shoulders are always here
For you to lean on and cry on
My ears are always open
To hear your tales of joy and woe
My lips keep your secrets
I bleed slowly into myself
Where no one can see
Where I don't have to explain
How I'd rather be
The shoulder you lean on
Than the sad tale you hear
How I'd rather see
Your smile than have you
See these tears I cry
When I support you
I can push all this
Ugliness away from myself
I can see how things
Can be instead of how they
Seem to me and my tired eyes
My heart leaps every day
Only to be bruised and hurt
Again by day's end
Only to leap again
Every blow is a blow
To my soul and I begin
To grow weary of all
These things that everyone
Says will get better
Change doesn't seem
To be coming for me
But that's okay
Because I have you
To listen and talk to
You show me how bright
How right things can be
And that makes taking another
MockeryI feel like everything bright and creativeMockery in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mocks me through the shimmer of tears
My mouth is dry and my stomach in knots
Can't focus my eyes no matter how hard I try
I feel too full and yet too empty
All at the same time and it's driving me mad
I want to rant and rave while I curl up
And simply give in quietly
My heart beats so rapidly but feels
Like it's not beating at all
Each slow thump reminds me
Of another minute passed in this
Unbearable emotional hell
What good is a voice if the only
Noise it can make is a strangled scream
What good is a heart if it can barely beat
These tears demand release alongside
This rage buried inside
I can't express it all so I lock it away
Slowly it will build inside me
Until parts of it find a way out
But inside it will stay
Never to be seen or heard by anyone
Until I can't hide it away anymore
And it comes bursting out of me
Straight into my pillow
Safe away from anyone else
The only one who should see it never will
Ain't that the biggest ______ of it
Book LoveI love the soundBook Love in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of the pages as I flip them
Of the pages as I shift my grip
I love the feel
Of the slick cover
Of the resisting binding
I love watching
The pages age
The spine bend
To how it feels
To read books
As good as reading
A new book
Like the plot
Like the action
That can be found
In a book
toes curlingher hands unfold like delicate flowerstoes curling in Free Verse More Like This
pink brown flutters of muscles, and veins and her
flowers unfurl their pinkness against mahogany switches
of trees, reeds of spring against the sun
my lips literally burn for you
withouti miss your easel and your quiet uncertaintieswithout in Free Verse More Like This
they soothed my brash and sea-tossed soul
i miss the way sunlight bathed your young head
framed with grey and gold
and the way i just wanted when i saw you
quiet infatuationordinary people fall in lovequiet infatuation in Free Verse More Like This
solid ground beneath their feet
but stars in their eyes
they're built of hands and touching
moonlight isn't realistic
but some people kiss like the night
dark and velvety and sharp
all at the same time
to him whom i love secretly and from far awaydo you think of meto him whom i love secretly and from far away in Free Verse More Like This
when the light hits your window and the cedar dust whirls around your saw?
is there any moonlight that you long for
i have become more than
and yet lesser without you
i have become the sun empress and the baroness of the moon
robed in purple glory and covered in night
i miss your pale morning light
when you were all that was green and good in the world
the earth i planted my feet in
for i am the goddess of the shadowed things
the lady of the fanged ones who growl and disturb your sleep
and creep under your doors to linger in your moods
glowyour phosphorence has dazzled meglow in Free Verse More Like This
you have caught me in the spaces between stars
where the night meets the netted clots of nebuli
you, my comet, my meteoroid
have come to meet me at last
in our very own colliding galaxies
thoughtEvery love affair ends in either in pleasant fuzzy floaty feelings or a fiery car wreck on I-5. For most of your life, it's a series of the latter,with the first love the most memorable picture.thought in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You end up spiraling into dark albums, the edgy sad ones that no one but the heartbroken care for.
The music's good, but the tone is dark.
And nobody likes it but you and your darkness.
New GirlThis hurts.New Girl in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know why I clung to that slender thread of hope.
I still have a sliver left.
I hope without hope.
You know, I was called beautiful today.
It makes it so much harder to believe now.
Like a distant dream.
This hurts so much.
Fragments of me are shattered all across the floor, continually struggling to reconfigure itself into a useful vase.
But I'm not meant to be useful.
I'm meant for entertainment.
Take me off the shelf, dear, and I'll amuse you.
I love you.
And I'll keep saying that until it becomes past tense.
MeetingI miss you.Meeting in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm still sad and angry at you, but I miss you all the same.
I saw you, and we had a civil conversation today.
You talked about your girlfriend, how she has dual citizenship in Germany and the U.S.
And how she has a picture on Facebook of her with a gigantic mug of beer.
Frat boy much?
And . I saw her picture.
Maybe she's better looking in person.
And you why, you almost walked off with all my stuff.
The first words you said were, "Why, hello, my darling Amy."
Just like that.
My thoughts: I'm fucked.
You're more mature, more like me with your "sexual tension" comments.
Which is scary, because the more like me you are, the less I understand you.
Apparently, my broad shoulders accentuated my already hourglass figure.
According to a friend's dad.
Which, in retrospect, is really creepy.
I'm Madam Amy, to you.
Am I really just intimidating?
I'd like to think there's so much more, but maybe my friends are lying to me.
Do I frighten
RealityReality in front of meReality in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
seems, to me, like a series of dreams.
Yet I can't escape this filthy sleep--
feels like i'm in it too far deep.
The screen freezes
I'm looking at the frames.
Faces become faceless,
draining and lifeless.
Every time I reach out
the scene's bleedin'.
like a wet painting.
My fingers smear it...
feelI refuse to believe God only knowsfeel in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where does that leave the rest of the world?
how are we to function living off of unknown?
what makes the naive so unbelievably happy?
do they not understand the misery?
have they accepted it or are they in denial?
Anxiety is amongst thee.
Take the blame and simply plee guilty.
It's the only way to be free.
Or are we really?
How can we know for sure?
What gives us certainty in reality?
Perhaps it's just a dream,
a made up state of being...
But I know I'm real
because of the things I feel.
I Never Thought...I never thoughtI Never Thought... in Free Verse More Like This
I'd be sitting in a hospital
listening to time go by
second by second.
I never thought
I'd see her in that much pain
with no way of escaping it.
I never thought
that of all people
I'd want to claw out
the eyes' of doctors and nurses.
I never thought
I'd want to stay in a hospital
for a longer period of time.
I never thought
I'd have to fight the world
to be by her side.
But if I have to
I will do this forever
because, to me,
she's well worth the fight.
Such a Lonely DaySuch a lonely day...and it's mine.Such a Lonely Day in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Discontent with the world surrounding me,
discontent with my own perception,
unsure how to regain contentment--
All perspective seems bent.
It's dark... inside and out.
I'm not sure how to bring it all about.
I can barely see right in front of me-- my own writing.
Guess it's the same..
My words are my thoughts,
and the world is my mind--
Hard and empty, blank and black.
I am ALONE
that's just how I feel.
The word 'happiness' seems so unreal.
Why is it I can't seem to regain conciousness?
I'm living in a dreamstate.
Everything's a blur, I can't read it.
No motivation to regain it,
I need no more strain.
I've lost my diary
Now how will I know what I want to be?
No one cares about me.
I am a face-- a thought nonetheless
To myself, I no longer exist.
I'd disappear if only I weighed less.
End of a CompanionshipI'm afraid this companionship has reached an endEnd of a Companionship in Free Verse More Like This
between me and my special so-called "friend."
I can't believe you or your sketchy ways,
your even shadier explanation for your delays.
It's a shame to see my friend of three years
become a danger, total stranger, the worst of all fears.
I should be angry, disappointed, upset, and ashamed,
but I wonder if, still, I'm the one to be blamed.
You could say it's my fault;
I made her run away, I can't complain,
But who am I to say she wouldn't run anyway?
I can't say I was oblivious, it was obvious.
The truth is, I've been in denial.
I'm not naive or incomplete, I refused to believe.
My heart couldn't handle it and so my brain took leave!
My hand's reaction is most loyal
to bow-- salute to every royal.
I've got compassion for disasters,
she's got a profession duplicating pastors.
She had my answers,
though, my questions-- insignificant.
Her only reaction seemed indifferent.
Senses of WeaknessLook, but don't stare.Senses of Weakness in Free Verse More Like This
Touch, dare not feel.
Hug, don't hold.
Talk, do not speak.
Hear, and refuse to listen.
abstain from breath.
Lay back, but never relax.
These are signs of weakness.
Midnight StrangerA relationship falsely accused of danger,Midnight Stranger in Free Verse More Like This
me and my midnight stranger.
Curiosity kept me creeping,
for him, I became interesting.
Both kept our distance,
such a lovely resistance.
Numerous little things in common,
out in the open, as well as hidden.
A secret friendship from around the corner,
a connection, at first, balanced on a border.
Discouraged by an authority figure,
but my only known emotional cure,
a relief of mental stress
by talkative excessiveness.
A mutual respect
and failure to neglect
a cute yet stubborn intellect.
We're two caring individuals--
a bond gone incognito.
He's a devotional companion,
respectable and understanding.
We have different interests
but share identical habits.
We've grown into each other
Can't sleep until our days' be covered,
Can't turn out my light
or get under the covers
Until he says "Goodnight"
without a stutter.
I admit, he knows how to throb my chest--
a rare reaction from a guest.
But, I insist on keeping this anonymous
even though I consider
suck up to the stuck upyou're pretending like we're all the foolssuck up to the stuck up in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
bowin' down, movin' around,
actin' like your tools.
you kick 'em to the ground
they get up without a frown.
ain't guna sulk in their own misery.
hope you're what they wanna be
like, "why can't that be me?"
they're dyin' to be free.
but they don't really know
'cause they'll never really own
the guilt that you do
or filth that you've done.
now i don't mean any disrespect
i'm just tryin' to recollect.
to seize all of the memories.
good or bad
what you've had
what you lost
and what it cost
but most importantly
the bases of your needs.
you're too high up on your pedestal
it's no wonder you're misunderstood.
slave to the sanctuaryMy mind is a sanctuary.slave to the sanctuary in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's not the kind of sanctuary you would normally think of. It's not rainbows and butterflies and unicorns, there are no clear skies and green fields. It's more of an ocean made of oil; dark and heavy, pressing down on me. A cold blackness that makes every movement a struggle, every thought difficult. I've got to keep moving, though, I've got to keep thinking - it'll kill me if I don't.
I can feel things around me, in my sanctuary, I can feel them all the time. I'm not sure if they're people, or something else, but they're warm and blend with the darkness. They dance around my body, playing a game of cat and mouse, tag and chase. Sometimes, they touch me, wrapping their long arms around me, filling me with a comforting warmth that reminds me of a home very far away. It makes my eyes droop and my head spin, and all I want in that moment is to fall asleep and just let the shadows rock me to sleep. But it's not time for me to give up yet, I know that, and reluctant
life.Life.life. in Short Stories More Like This
It's a beautiful thing, really. It's everywhere we go, yet we pay little to no thought to it whatsoever. It's unique to every single one of us, yet we are always comparing ourselves to one another and trying to be like each other. It's so fragile, yet we carelessly toss it around on a daily basis.
Just think about it for a second.
Your life could be taken,
Right here, right now,
Without any warning whatsoever.
You might just blink, a split second thing you do everyday, but your eyes might not open again. You might just walk outside, an early morning yawn just escaping your lips, then suddenly collapse and never get to your feet again.
You could be standing on the edge of a cliff,
Or a building,
Or some high point.
One step, one simple step,
Something you do everyday,
Could be the reason for your life,
Life is a beautiful thing, and like they say, the future is always bright. But where there is light there is darkness, and where there is a future
Love is TangerineI don't understand why people make hearts red.Love is Tangerine in Free Verse More Like This
Don't they know that,
January is yellow.
Hate is black.
February is maroon.
Happiness is orange.
March is green.
Anger is red.
April is brown.
Depression is navy.
May is pink.
Nervousness is lime.
June is blue.
Pain is white.
July is crimson.
Tension is grey.
August is gold.
Insecurity is beige.
September is salmon.
Silence is tartan.
October is purple.
Sickness is olive.
November is silver.
Fear is sorrel.
December is copper.
Love is tangerine.
age / im running out of excusesI'm running out of excusesage / im running out of excuses in Free Verse More Like This
For my laziness.
I can't say it's because I'm uncomfortable
Because I just got a new bed.
I can't say it's because of fear
Because the night monsters stopped years ago.
So I'll just sit there while you yell at me
(I can't tell you it's because I stay up all night either
Because you won't understand that the Internet is a better home
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking)
For my moodiness.
I can't say it's because of school
Because no one tries to bully me
I can't say it's because I'm hurt
Because I stopped going outside.
I can't say it's because I'm angry
Because what is there to be angry about? We (you) are perfect.
So I'll just sit there and let you scream at me
(I can't tell you that it's because I'm always sad
Because you won't understand that I can't forget what happened
You'll just laugh and say that's my age talking)
For my anti-socialness.
I can't say it's because I'm scared
Because I'm a young woman now, not a child.
I can't say it's becaus
opposites attract / teenagersSo here's a story about a whiney, over dramatic teenager written by a whiney, over dramatic teenager - me. This story won't have any real structure, simply because I'm way too cool and hip for that. It won't have a happy ending, either, because who these days even likes those? Nah, it'll just be one long block of text, split into paragraphs here and there and practically dripping angst. It will probably reference cutting, or suicide, or drugs, or alcohol, or addiction, or some tragic ailment that appears in more soap operas than it does people. You know why? Because problems are fun. They make life so much more interesting, like a storybook but you're actually living it and you don't have to pretend. Whining is even better, even more fun. Because people pay attention to you when you whine. Of course, it depends on how you go about whining - do you choose to be loud and proud about it, telling everyone that will and sometimes won't listen? Or are you one of the quiet ones that write poeopposites attract / teenagers in Short Stories More Like This
RobotsCan robots beRobots in Free Verse More Like This
tore out my heart
Would the curtain close
as black oil
or red crimson?
I don't feel
Unless I'm really
Is that what it's like
Of course it's not.
You all are.
I'm just a poor
I wasn't wired
And everyone else.
So I've been thrown
right in there
with the rest of them.
That's where I belong
With the screw ups
the ones you ignore
I'm too weird
for the weird ones.
Don't even mention
the normal ones.
can you do?
what you do best.
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. in Free Verse More Like This
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
They told her that
She could either love boys
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gender's way of loving is
Then aren't we all just