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InvocationSpeak through me, Muse, and sing me the taleInvocation in Free Verse More Like This
Of that girl unskilled in the ways of the world--
The intrepid wanderer,
Seeking truth for years on end,
Oblivious to the dynamics around her
As others talk with their eyes and dance with their words.
Many the nights she's lain awake,
Living the hurts of her friends, powerless to help.
Trying to save the world
When she can't even save herself.
She wrote dark storms of words
And ascertained the deceptive nature of journals.
She lied to others and she lied to herself.
She learned that sharp words leave scars,
Struggling each day to open her eyes
And walk toward the light;
Yet despite her best intentions, sometimes she strayed:
But hands were there to guide her back to the path,
And hearts were there to share her pain.
Growing and changing and coming to see
That she didn't have to understand humanity to be human--
She doesn't have to earn love to be loved,
And angels can hide in the oddest of places.
Of these trials and tribulatio
Catch me if you canI’m the anorexic at the local gym whom everybody watches but nobody looks at.Catch me if you can in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m the bulimic at school whom everybody pretends not to know about.
I’m the girl in your gym class with too many scars to be telling the truth.
I’m the kid with her head down in the library who is always “fine.”
I’m the boy who 'fell down the stairs'...again.
I’m the child who doesn't show up for school lunch because it's too expensive.
I’m the teenager living a double life in front of your very eyes.
Catch me if you can.
BipolarYour gentle gaze like razor bladesBipolar in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Both cut me to the core
The shadows hide the lines you've crossed
Yet still I'm craving more
You're never who you seem to be
I don't know who you are
One moment you're the one I know
The next so very far
This dream in which we used to live
Uncertain now and bleak
Breathtaking as the cloudbreak is
Still havoc storms do wreak
My wild nightmare never ends
I cannot seem to wake
I'm desperate to find escape
Before I finally break
It's not you it's me I say
As hollow as it rings
No longer can I weather this
High time to test my wings
The words fall like an icy rain
Chilling, sharp, but true
Yet though I try to end it here
I'm still falling for you
Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]Mimicry in Concrete Poetry More Like This
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not
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Losing steamI am fifteenLosing steam in Free Verse More Like This
but my body and
mutinous mind
are not mine.
I have scars on my arms
and memories of dark beauty--
bitter beads of blood
seeping shadows.
slide the knife
unzip my skin
and step outside--
who would I be
and how would I look?
perhaps I'm hollow?
what if--
underneath all this--
I'm not actually real?
maybe I was never here
just a dream
or was it a nightmare?
everybody wants me to
act my age
but I'm fifteen
so God only knows what that means.
not a child
not so innocent
not an adult
still too young.
I have to learn to talk to adults
and make phone calls to strangers
and manage my money
and drive a car.
I have to take care of the twins
teach them and protect them
and still be their friend.
I have to grow up soon
but i don't know if I'm ready...
Lucidall this time she's seemed so nearLucid in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her angel face you hold so dear
she'll find you in that darkest time
her eyes will speak sans reason, rhyme
in time you will remember things
of birds and bones and broken wings
of deadly secrets, shattered dreams
things left unsaid and silent screams
with open heart and open mind
stand in the rain and you will find
that healing lies in these things true
and to remember changes you
CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;Cathie in Free Verse More Like This
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
of eternity.
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.
Meta-PhysicalFought writer's block.Meta-Physical in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lost the plot.
InnocentSammy woke abruptly from his dream.Innocent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was back in the garden in the sunshine but the scene was still vivid in his mind. Mummy pale and lifeless with bruises on her throat. Daddy slumped over her, blood seeping from his chest.
Sammy's mother glanced across at him.
"That's a lovely smile, sweetheart," she said.
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Do the MathsL O V EDo the Maths in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
P L U S
E N V Y
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Z E R O
HermaphroditusAphrodite's hair.Hermaphroditus in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Helen's face.
Adam's apple.
Hey Diddle DiddleLestrade was rapidly coming to the boil. But then, he was a kettle.Hey Diddle Diddle in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Look, Sherlock,” he said to the tall teapot, “any information about the missing spoon, you have to tell me. It’s part of a very expensive set!”
Sherlock hesitated but then he saw the steam coming out of Lestrade’s spout.
“It was the cat and fiddle figurine that inadvertently gave the game away,” Sherlock began. “He and the cow creamer have shifted slightly to the left, away from the Spode dish. To allow access to a hiding place perhaps.”
He looked directly at Lestrade. “And there was the curious incident
Relation-ShipsMother: scarlet ------ Father: blueRelation-Ships in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Me: marooned
Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,Love Letters On the Train in Free Verse More Like This
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something
Suicides Learning To SpeakIt’s 6 a.m. A girl is beginning the journey back from Oz, anchored to life by the whirr and beep of machines and tubes. Above her emaciated body, nurses pace, write on clipboards, click their heels and purse their lips. She is oblivious. Her mind drifts in freefall, stuck in an eggshell skull wrapped in nasal gastric tubing and an oxygen pipe forced down her throat like a synthetic umbilical cord. Somewhere, neurotransmitters are sewing themselves back into conscious awareness. There is a person lost somewhere in that body. There is a mind overboard in a black sea, sending up a flare. The nurses are afraid that she will stay in there foSuicides Learning To Speak in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
First NightFirst Night in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Rosie lay across from me in the cold, dark ward. She was agoraphobic; and when she laughed, her hands fluttered and she tapped her feet against the floor.
It was late when they carried me in. I had no name; just a plastic bracelet with a barcode and my patient number, address and date of birth. N447584. But the doctor and nurses just called me “the O.D girl”.
She smiled at me as they attached wires and a heart monitor; as they dressed me in a white hospital gown with the ties undone, leaving my spine naked and exposed.
Somehow I can’t find the strength to tie it up, though I’m afraid of the strangers’ hands on me.
Crimson ProvocationThere's a peaceful can in the ground,Crimson Provocation in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody wants to touch with their hands,
It's red junk from human animal,
In the time for action, they all vanish!
White name on red metal,
Glue in mind while you look at the mirror.
Bottled cocaine in the past,
Now, a drink found everywhere!
O holy green leaf!
Now, do you see a nymph?
Where is the love?
Just was left the heat!
Apathy in the body,
Anesthesia in the mind...
Do you need a dose of endorphin?
A lidocaine injection,
What will you do with the girl?
She has cavities in her teeth...
Right now, what do you feel?
A evil got bogged down in the mud,
Coca, cocaine, pop corn, bubble
Some NoiseThe magician returned,Some Noise in Free Verse More Like This
This was not inevitable,
But it has become irreversible,
After the last curve.
I don't even want anything more,
Just make some noise
Before the end...
And if I have reached the end,
It's because I learned something
At the beginning of it all.
Time of LifeI had my time of life.Time of Life in Free Verse More Like This
Now, to not talk too much,
I hear everything and speak no word.
I hear with these eyes
And I feel with my hands...
Hands that can't touch...
I pass by time living my last days,
Night doesn't come, the day doesn't end.
Spring, she is going away tomorrow...
She's going too late...
Mental FatiguePain in the head,Mental Fatigue in Free Verse More Like This
In the stomach,
In the whole body.
Shortness
Of breath,
Will,
Electricity,
Ideas.
Corrosive sneezings,
Slightly congested
Nasal passages,
Fatigued mind
By exhaustion
And routine...
No NeurosisToday would be the day,No Neurosis in Free Verse More Like This
Every day could be,
But what they took me,
They didn't gave me back.
They won't buy me with presents,
Nothing can replace what I lost,
But I'll recover this, dead or alive...
I walk slowly
By the life and to death,
But I don't get stressed...
I'm going with no neurosis...
NightsOnly the nights now.Nights in Free Verse More Like This
Mornings don't matter anymore,
The same for afternoons.
Only nights and dawns.
In twenty days,
The house will totally fall,
In front of me there's only
A lethal smile to hurt me...
I Tried a LotI tried a lot, but every day moreI Tried a Lot in Free Verse More Like This
It seems my effort was in vain.
Humidity, rats and cockroaches
Corrode what little is left.
Not all mothballs in reach
Of my hands may prevent
The corrosion and destruction...
Materials are degraded,
My body is destructed,
My soul was sold and what remains
Of my spirit I don't even know...
The EndA lot has happenedThe End in Free Verse More Like This
And failed to happen,
But now nearly nothing is happening.
Today there aren't invitations, nor guests,
There's no party nor candies,
There's no candles nor flowers,
Only a coffin in the middle of the room.
There is not much to say,
Neither to celebrate,
Only the days
Continued to pass...
This world is getting dark as
Those carbon nights,
But I promise never to forget
That girl in orange.
But what means the end when
We forget why we started?
Are you happy up thereHere do I sit, aloneAre you happy up there in Free Verse More Like This
my thoughts fly
to you
How is it up there,
do you like it there?
Regrettable that you'll never
be with us.
Permanently left you,
for ever
lost your lonely fight.
We couldn't help you,
though we would like to.
Now we stay behind with the same question:
"Are you happy, up there",
I want to believe it so badly...
I'm sitting on the couchI'm sitting on the couch in the park,I'm sitting on the couch in Free Verse More Like This
I see people jogging.
For so many people,
so normal.
For me,
always a confrontation.
I'll always stay the one who's
watching the joggers.
Sitting on that couch in the park...
Why...Why...Why... in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why now? Not tomorrow
Why you? Not another
We can't believe you're gone
Why did you have to go so unexpected,
We knew you were sick
but the news came still as a shock
We didn't even had the time to visit and see you
for the last time...
A thousand times...A thousand times we needed youA thousand times... in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand times we cried
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died
A heart of gold stopped beating
two twinkling eyes closed to rest
~Roosje
WordsWordsWords in Free Verse More Like This
Words are like
an earthquake;
so unexpected with
a huge damage.
Words are like
a rainbow;
they give color
to your life.
Red, green, blue...
Words are like
the sun;
they caress your skin
like only that
one sun can do
HugsHugs,Hugs in Free Verse More Like This
yours were so...
special and heartwarming.
The tears flow
like a mountain river
along my cheeks when
I think about it.
Nothing can awake
my appetite,
not even the smell
of chips.
Only your comeback can
bring the orchestra
inside my body
back to life.
But unfortunately, that's
even impossible as
swimming over the ocean.
I would've left everything
for you to be back part
of this world, who is so empty
without that young flower
that is picked too early
by the fate.
Rest In PeaceMy hands are half frozen,Rest In Peace in Free Verse More Like This
I caress the dust out of your name.
You're so far away, my love...
But still so close
I will never forget you
RIP Roosje °14-03-2001 †21-11-2011
Vake °04-06-1924 †05-07-2003
TaggedHello everyone,Tagged in Personal More Like This
this is my first journal
I got tagged by ~mafxkurofreakjex and here it comes:
1) Is there anything in your life that, if you could, you would do all over again, but different?
I would choose earlier for braces and I would have an operation or a
special brace for my knee so I could practice sports again and live without
pain but without those 2 things I'm happy with the way my life has been
2) Which country would you like to see? And why?
New York for sure (and I would like to take you with me)
I think it's an amazing city where you can visit a lot of shops and
almost everything is a lot cheaper there
3) Fantasy or true stories? (books or movies) Why?
I like books the most and true stories because I often recognize myself in
those books and sometimes I read those because I have lost a friend and
it's help me to
Sta.sh
