A World of BloodA World of Blood:A World of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follow in his burning steps;
They will see within him a flame and fire.
And he knows that the hearts of passionate men
Are easily laced with glorious desire...
In dreams he calls and grants them strength
He sends his 'angels' to enchant the night.
He turns the blind into seeing creatures
And robs them of the light...
But it is h
The Feelings That LingerThe Feelings That Linger:The Feelings That Linger in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound of your voice still lingers here
Even though I know you're gone...
And my nights have turned to sleepless days;
They grow worse with every dawn...
You've probably heard this story though
At least a thousand times or more.
But the thing I remember best about her
Is the sound of that closing door...
It was like the end to everything;
A cloud inside my head.
When I came awake on that final night;
I reached for her in bed-
But an empty space was all I got;
There was no one to wipe these tears.
I could scream and cry for many hours;
But it wouldn't chase my fears.
I tried so hard to tell myself
That everything would be alright.
But instead I ended up reminsicing
About her ever-present light...
I'm just so tired of everything;
I wish I didn't have to think...
But maybe you'll hear me one last time;
If I put this down in ink:
We had a life that was beautiful
KidKid:Kid in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head
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
I Believe In YouI Believe In You:I Believe In You in Free Verse More Like This
You feel like things have gone into the ground
When everything is gone and crashing down.
You took your pain and tried to make it end
But give me one more chance to hold your hand...
See I will believe it...
I know you're strong inside
Just try once to see it
You will believe that-
You will be alright,
And we are all here by your side
We'll take you through those painful days
We soar like birds and fly away hey!
You will know that we're here,
Cause when you open those eyes my dear;
We will all be here
We will all be here
We will all be here...
See once it was so hard to carry on,
But take my hand, my shoulder; we'll be strong.
Don't think about the things that are all behind,
Just look ahead and hearts will heal with time.
Yeah live and believe it
Cause I know you're strong inside
Just try once to see it;
You will believe that
You will be alright
And we are right here by your side
Throw away those painful days
Take a breath and step away hey!
Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal blissWithout Joy in Free Verse More Like This
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell
Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.
For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife
Why would you open embittered wounds and seek a constant pain?
Why must you always drench yourself in a cold and solemn rain?
Is the heart a device so perfectly fragile, that it needs to be reinforced
Or do we simply enjoy ourselves; screaming until we're hoarse...
The answer to this is not so simple and I've sought it out for years
I've searched in every distant cor
Dragon BloodForged from the souls of the bravest of menDragon Blood in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are tempered in the flames of eternal war
Ever will they stand against the tides of evil
For the dark shall claim no more
In the burning mountains of the Dragonkin
It is Man who swore a sacred oath
For in exchange for the Dragon's blood
Man must now protect them both
I speak of the legends; these Gods of battle
Warriors clad in suits of steel
They come as champions of a greiving world
And all shall learn to kneel
But not in supplication, nor out of dominance
We kneel in reverence of the bringers of light
These warriors imbued with the Eternal Flame
Shall chase the shadows of night
No more will the creatures of the swirling Nether
Defile the stability of our hearts and our homes
Today we stand as men of freedom
For our lives are now our own
Yet this is also a sombre day
One that is marked by the scar of grief
For some have not survived the change
But at least their pain was brief
But think not of
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:As The Skies Parted in Free Verse More Like This
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
I Am So DisturbedI Am So Disturbed:I Am So Disturbed in Free Verse More Like This
How long will it burn me,
In darkness cloaked.
Raped by a voice,
Of death it spoke.
The ceiling revolves with words of sorrow,
Draped on the walls, they are creatures hollow.
Screaming and crying, the death we seek,
The eyes that stare, when I fall asleep.
Voiceless whispers and empty sound,
The pattern of drool, that stains the ground.
Endlessly scratching at walls and eyes,
I stare at reflections that breathe to die.
The darkened shadows that seem to stain,
The constant sound of a pouring rain.
Wherever I go, the eyes that lead,
Within me planting a dirty seed.
Again and again I am twisted by sound,
I wake in a room that seems to surround.
I see myself, but I know it's not me,
What is man, in the mirror I see...
"You sir, have got terrible bags beneath your eyes!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd March 2012
The Enemy WithinThe Enemy Within:The Enemy Within in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain
Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?
Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this feeling take it's toll...
And I feel him, I feel him cry
And I feel him, I feel him cry
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Why can't you see?
We'll both be sorry
If you take this life from me!
Stephanie -Collab(I wrote us in free verse over every inchStephanie -Collab in Free Verse More Like This
of your tattered surface ).
you were the beatific grin
of a kindergartener high off oxygen,
mouth stretched wide as the entrance to hell,
black tongue bleeding virtuous sin like ichor.
(You taught me praying was for the weak
as I fell for your gypsum nails,
white teeth scrabbling over my chalkboard frame).
scribbled flesh tells no love story
but three layers of skin
worn thin along the length of our feverish bones.
(Garden flowers tucked away worms and dirt,
my ribs hoarded misspellings of my mother's name).
dipping your origami limbs into my ink,
you lost yourself within the dark tangles
of my labyrinth roo
OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;Omega in Free Verse More Like This
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."
Once More, With Feeling. Names should mean more thanOnce More, With Feeling. in Free Verse More Like This
popularity in a baby book
or, being named after
your fathers father.
I wish my name had meaning,
other than, "Soap opera queens",
I wish I was a Josaphine,
an Annabelle Lee,
or a SkyAnnlike how
giving my words flight every night
just seems to give it more meaning.
I don't like being forgotten.
Who will remember a Kayla
when there are so many?
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.
wishbones and flowers I think it’s selfishwishbones and flowers in Free Verse More Like This
how I have compared
every other kiss
( After all-
good things don’t
invite themselves into the lives
of little girls who categorize
their disorders by the scars
on their wrists and who
allow strangers to hang them
from their necks like wishbones. )
But, no one’s hands
have ever staked claim
to this scavenged wasteland
not even my own.
And it’s hard to forget that;
please forgive me.
As you will always
be the one who taught me
that it’s okay to be sad.
Stone AngelsHe had tigers blood.Stone Angels in Free Verse More Like This
that called to me
like a siren's song,
while his demonic tongue
hissed 'S h i p w r e c k e d'.
We covered ourselves in ink,
danced along jailhouse walls
under street lights, the edges
of skylines, darkened alleyways
and the parking lots of churches.
We spoke in riddles gestures;
the quiet sweep of eyelashes;
cigarette smoke that lingered
long enough to shape heavens
within our irises while crows
rested on our shouldersperched
pecking, waiting for one to move.
As we were nothing more than
long-limb statues atop gravestones.
Cerberusthe Gods abandoned youCerberus in Free Verse More Like This
the day you tore into poetic flesh.
slithering serpent, cold blooded-
blue blood society reject.
you left awkward love bites
along the edges of these ribs.
marked for today,
yesterday is mocking you-
6 trillion miles away.
i spend my forevers counting
your heartbeats with each
intake of breath as
somewhere, far off
Hades has you by the collar,
a hungry dog
standing alone in a bone-yard.
strange, how even still
with all your self built
p h i l o s o p h i e s
you became one with the earth,
devouring it whole with chunks
still stuck in your teeth.
Cemetery CatsThe wolves were out that nightCemetery Cats in Free Verse More Like This
and all of the hook laden quips
that we concocted
fell upon lips
like a hummingbird's whisper.
Then, they ignited into flames
like burning stars.
That should have been us:
beautiful ash, supernova romance
with tongue and fingers soaked in ink.
We always did find the taste of Heaven
stale, like coffee three days old.
And with that taste still lingering,
you were a walking oxymoron.
A sinner come to save
these easily swayed, glass bones
from smashing into oblivion.
I longed to taste that wild,
untamed energy beneath your skin.
Devour that dragons heart,
and tattoo love along the bruises
I begged you to leave on my arms.
[ The 7 deadly sins wrapped up
into one nasty little Pisces. ]
You made me violent.
Names come and go,
but the race of these
rose petal hearts
wont easily be forgotten.--
As we spent our nights in graveyards,
with ghosts, in the company of
stone angels and cemetery cats-
Whispering our secrets to the dead.
Behind Closed DoorsOh, no...Behind Closed Doors in Free Verse More Like This
Here come those blood curdling screams.
They're begging to be set free.
But, I lock them up,
Throw away the key,
And hope they stay inside of me.
My god, my everything
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
And the secrets that they hide.
Turned my world upside down.
Now my hell.
You choked me with my halo,
And pulled me off my cloud.
But like you said,
No one has to know.
Secrets lie behind closed doors.
I throw away the key.
a year thought overjanuary.a year thought over in Free Verse More Like This
it's that moment when you wake
realize today is almost
like yesterday, only minor differences
are significant in change
and it seems like yesterday but colder.
i spent the day wearing grey and
i stuck out like a rain cloud
sunny day, like a great white lonely
whale who spends all his
time pretending he
there's not an inch of progress towards
any form of exit strategy, so the only
out still seems to be
what you thought to
till naptime do us part.
if i took every day and
counted them, i'd feel more
miserable and all i'd
ask is for you
to turn off the lights and
hold me tight.
and may your roads run
in circles that confuse
and distract you, i'd
hope you soon get lost
so you can't find your way home.
if home is where the
heart is, then i want my
heart to be
but my blizzard fueled veins are
weak with the heat of comfort, the
heat of feeling not so alone
this is bananas.we call ourselves writers but we'rethis is bananas. in Free Verse More Like This
really just liars. we're choking on
words we never had
to begin with, every
-thing we had we stole.
digging deeper into emotions we
don't have and pretending we've
seen the world
through the whole
world's eyes. we don't even have
our own eyes.
if we did we could read what
we were typing, since no one actually writes anymore
everyone just blogs and rants online, and we would have the decency
to tell ourselves to shut
up and start living our damn lives.
we're not drowning in our words, or
your words, we're choking back laughter
from the absolute pile
of bullshit on the screen.
again. paper is irrelevant and out of date.
nothing we own is original.
we are a combination of
everyone & everything in our
hell, even that line was stolen.
loljk actually i wrote it but i know
some douchebag is gonna steal it soon.
...we are our own beginning.... in Free Verse More Like This
and we are our own ending.
all we have to do is fill in the blanks.
with un-emptied word banks,
as our only weapon.
we march on.
let the dead rest softly.i walked through the sea untillet the dead rest softly. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
you made me, you made me see that
i was falling in the desert alone
on my knees among thousands of trees
i spent my time praying, praying.
hold me up in your arms, lay
me down in sky, i feel free even
confined to what you consider
you say everything i do is
pointless, but i'm running
with scissors again for the
first time since i told my-
self i was lost, for the
first last time.
so just hold me up in your
arms, lay me down by the sea,
i'll lie in the sand like a
line in the sand, i was free, tied
up in your arms.
now my doctor says i'm misunderstanding love,
they say what i perceive is all a
misconception of my self-indulgent
i always played it safe,
you were dangling over the edge.
so lift me up to
the sun, i am cold and tired
and your time is better
wasted on me than alone
by yourself with that
imaginary crown of
thorns still resting where i
you buried me where i was
born, south your heart
but east of your lung.
i held an ocean in my lungsi never slept, i wasi held an ocean in my lungs in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
too busy reminding you how
wonderful you are.
every night you fought me
until finally you left.
now are you cold enough, are
you alone enough, to
come back, come back, i'm
asking you to come,
you keep leaving things
here and at the places i
go everyday, so every morning
i brace myself and i clear
and i breathe.
because it's all i know how to do anymore.
and now are you cold enough, are
you alone enough, to come back,
come back, i'm begging you to
come, come back.
and now i promise you'll
never recover, you've spent one
too many nights alone, no matter who
were with. you were alone.
are you alone now, i hope
you're freezing, because now
it's what you deserve.
fire. aim. ready?i sit back and i watchfire. aim. ready? in Free Verse More Like This
the road end, it's
like when we
kids and we'd run to the
end of each street, then
add another tally to each
wrist and keep going.
and i'm still here, at home where
we grew up, and you're off doing bigger
better things claiming a new
at least i grew up here.
you never existed.
and now i'm older and i
know how and why things
happen, so every night i
walk down every
street we ever went down,
and every tally is still
there and they
remind me of
yours are long gone.
you've got money and power enough
because when you're rich and
famous you can make up your
past and replace facts with
we were sad children.
now i'm just sad.
blame it on me.it was like i was twelve again andblame it on me. in Free Verse More Like This
you were the same age you
are now, and see now, the roles
reversed, it's not so
your whole life's been spent
chasing a hearse.
i was the rain and you
were the earth, at one point
i was necessary for you to live,
and then at some point you
need me, but you soon found
that living life shriveled and
dry isn't really living.
i was a song and you were the ear
that turned me away, you
shut out every melody and metaphor i
now, i am a line break, and
three, i come between you and i
am the only
holding you together, even if that
means i have
to keep you
look both ways before crossingi've spent the last yearlook both ways before crossing in Free Verse More Like This
behind bars because they
wouldn't let me in
i spent my last
year with a cigarette, it
was a good
friend but they, like others, leave
and now i want to spend this
around to see how it feels
to be you
and now i think this
year i might spend it lying
about where i am and
who i'm with
i'll spend a whole year
in airports and bus stops
if it brings me
i'll spend the next
year on my
feet, and i'll just walk until
i grow old
i'll still be alone then
go away.i'm breathing withgo away. in Free Verse More Like This
my own lungs
now, your poison ivy grip has
from my neck.
and now i'm done pretending
i ever loved to
spend time in your house,
any pleasure i received
from being in
your house was
your mother's mouth and
so if you please i
would enjoy being rid
kept me safe, you were the
danger in my
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand... in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.When I'm Gone in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
Can't you hear the voices?Can't you hear the voices? in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you hear the voices?
As they ring inside my head
Can't you see the faces?
Painted in the blood so red
Can't you taste the poison?
As it rests upon your tongue
Can't you hear the voices?
Then you do not belong.
Best DiseaseWaves crash through the emptiness that fills the air aroundBest Disease in Free Verse More Like This
Beating rocks upon the shore with silence as their sound
Sunset melts across the sky and paints the clouds with color
Lying there beside you, something wondrous like no other
Suddenly, the blades start slicing through my very skin
Every knife upon your tongue that came from far within
Running through the thickest forest, dirt rests in my cuts
Throwing knives into my flesh, the blade coated in rust
And though you are the one that scarred me, brought me to my pain
I continue dreaming of our kiss inside the rain
Maybe you have broken me, and maybe you’re impure.
But your love is the best disease, and you’re the only cure.
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Lying is Bad (A message to myself) in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
Daddy, Please Daddy....Daddy, don't lie to me, I wanna knowDaddy, Please Daddy.... in Free Verse More Like This
Where is she hiding, and why did she go?
Daddy, don't lie to me, please, pretty please
It's like I can hear her voice within the breeze.
Daddy, don't lie to me, where did she run?
Daddy, I know all the things you have done.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I've seen her scars
Hidden from me like the faraway stars.
Daddy, don't tell me, I don't wanna hear
I'm hoping these thoughts are just worries, just fears.
Daddy, don't tell me, I can't stand the facts
I just wanna think this is some silly act.
Daddy, I love you, you know this is true
But honestly, why do you do what you do?
Daddy, I saw you when you pushed her down
She screamed and she cried, and you made not a sound.
Daddy, I saw you when you stabbed her back
She fell to the floor and again, you attacked.
Daddy, I saw when you stole her goodbyes
And Daddy, I saw when you silenced her cries.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I know the truth...
You hurt her, you killed her, you've darkened my youth.
Daddy, don't hu
AsylumWho are you?Asylum in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Who are you?
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Blood, scars, wounds.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
I'll Just Say What's On My Mind...I’ll just say what’s on my mindI'll Just Say What's On My Mind... in Free Verse More Like This
For everyone to hate.
I used to cry myself to sleep
And slice my skin with blades.
I wrapped a belt around my neck
In hopes of lifelessness,
And after failing even that,
I remained emotionless.
My mother used to cry all day
And my dad used to be ill.
My sister attempted suicide
By swallowing the pill.
My mother tried to kill herself
And we almost watched her fall.
She swallowed gulps of whiskey
And she blamed me for it all.
I have hallucinations,
And delusions, and depression
And fighting my own demons
Has become a slight obsession.
I’ll just say what’s on my mind
For everyone to see.
This is who I am, and hey!
I’m still okay with me.
cutsI don't cutcuts in Free Verse More Like This
Instead I mark
With colors black
And red and dream
And ponder about
What could've been.
playing a guitardarling lean on meplaying a guitar in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
while i catch a shooting
star, and we can figure
out just what it means
and if you stay by my side
perhaps for just tonight
you can take me away again
to the grainy sand
and maybe if we try you
can play my heart again,
strumming and pulling my
heartstrings just like the
strings of a guitar
and if we keep the rhythm
up, we can keep the moon lit up
all night long just gazing
up above, dancing to the imaginary
just stay away, here with me
and you can see just how
better we could be
when we take our time
and when the dancing starts to slow
and the moon starts to rise higher
and the night starts to darken
the tunes will slow down
and i can catch us a shooting star
and maybe you can play my heartstrings
like it's your favorite guitar
and all this happens when
we take our time.
de-pres-sioni need somebody herede-pres-sion in Free Verse More Like This
i need someone to care
i need someone to stay
i cry to the wind and
i cry to the air in hopes
that someone is out there
it's hard to be alone without
another soul and it's hard to
cry alone without anyone to help
and it's hard when you're not taken
and it's hard when you want to drown
it all out, when you stare silently
at your closest things
to think what you could do with that
bottle of millions of pills, with those
ropes and belts sitting alone on the shelf,
with knives that silently lie in the drawer
and it's hard when to spill yourself out
they don't give sympathy, but instead call
out your mistakes and tell you how to fix it
and raise the dosage to stop it all.
but maybe to some degree they're needed
but in my heart, i know what i need
to feel alive and the happiness to be
trying to find it is like lying down
and facing the sky, trying to catch
a shooting star.
it's seemingly impossible, and yet
it's achievable if you really try
to do it.
feelingsometimes i get the feelingfeeling in Free Verse More Like This
that i won't be like you
healthy and whole surrounded
sometimes i get the feeling
that someday soon instead
of being out with you, i'll
be hooked up to tubes in a
tiny hospital room.
sometimes i get the feeling
that you just don't care
anymore that i'm on my own
with no one but myself and
that's probably true.
sometimes i get the feeling
that at this point, no one
would even notice or care if
one day i just slipped away.
sometimes i get the feeling
that i was just something
that everyone has come to
sometimes i get the feeling
that this won't ever end
and that i'm just stuck in this
game with no escape.
an object of love.she's out on the curban object of love. in Free Verse More Like This
the wind rustling and slinging
around her hair while she watches
the leaves twirl round and round
like children playing games.
as the rain starts to pour down a little
she opens her umbrella and still sits
alone remembering the days she spent in
this small little place playing games,
communicating, having fun with the other kids.
she sighs and remembers it all, the fun times
she had but the sadness she felt when the friends
she loved began to fade away and find someone new
when they moved away and she never saw them again,
and she could only dream of talking to them again.
the rain picked up it's pace, twirling her thoughts
round and round and other memories began flashing in
her mind, as she remembers her fallen and cracked dreams
her disregarded feelings and her life as it began to fall
and soon her tears fell in rhythm with the rain.
she didn't choose to feel it all over again,
in fact if she had a choice, she'd erase it all
but it's not her, really her, choosi
my apologyi'm sorry that i gotmy apology in Free Verse More Like This
so angry when you left
i forgot about us
its not just me alone
in this never ending
its us and i took your
beautiful prized possession
and turned it into a disgusting
mess of shattered pieces.
do whatever the hell you want to
but please understand that i did
this because i waited... so long
all day and all night... just for YOU
and then YOU FORGOT about US and this...
this WORLD IT JUST DRIVES ME INSANE
BECAUSE I HAVE NO OTHER FRIENDS AND
and... and I'm sorry... I was mad
and I just.. I'm sorry. can we please
pretend that this never happened?
can you please accept my apology?
i just don't want to be
why do we try?sentences are just wordswhy do we try? in Free Verse More Like This
written on paper
words are just letters
that have been put together
life is just a beating heart
and a thinking brain
so is everything is as
simple as that
then why do we have to
make things seem
so goddamn complex?
if the wind can sweep us off
of our feet
why would we ever want
if the walls separate us
and you can no longer
hold my hand, then why
do we continue to play
these repetitive games
over and over again?
if the words get stuck
and your brain shuts off
then why bother
trying to tell me why?
if i lose myself and decide
to end it all
then why bother saving a
hopeless, helpless case
Everybody Wants Something We all have wants,Everybody Wants Something in Free Verse More Like This
Every single one of us
But nobody seems to take notice
Of the toddler reaching for the toy
The child trying to get some candy
The teen trying to steal her heart...
All of that makes it seem...
But even if my wants are
Whispers that never reach your ear...
I won't stay up awake crying
For thoughts you simply reject
Because even though I don't need
To feel your arms
Wrapped around me
Holding a warm embrace
That makes me feel safe,
Or to hear your voice
And even though I don't need
To feel your mouth whispering
Into my ear...
They are what keeps me alive,
Whole and happy...
You are my necessity.
PeopleShe makes the mistakePeople in Free Verse More Like This
Of getting too close
To those she knows
She gets too close
She falls in love
And falls apart
No one catches the pieces
No one cares about the mess
She's broken and bent
And all alone
Because they all leave
And eventually, so will
Untitled like my emotions.you don't even knowUntitled like my emotions. in Free Verse More Like This
what you do to me
everyday when we talk
the sole reason of my
happiness, and i never
want it to end
sometimes i'm sad and sometimes
i'm angry, and sometimes i'm
rude as hell and yet you're
and you've saved me so many times
you don't even know
i'm getting the confidence that
i never knew i had, i'm getting
the happiness i never knew i had
and i'm slowly starting to accept
myself for who i am for the first
time in a long time
and i truly feel alive
thanks to you
and your silly, stupid
someone i can be weird with
someone i'm glad i have around
you don't even know how much
you mean to me, it's indescribable,
a rare kind of thing, because it's
more than anyone else could feel
thank you for being here
and thanks for being my sun
when i'm locked up in the snow.
Miso Uryu X ReaderMiso Uryu X Reader in Romance More Like This
“I'm going to be so late. He's probably already left.” You were supposed to meet Uryu outside as soon as school was over. Unfortunately, your homeroom teacher decided it was your turn to wash off the chalkboard. You'd done the task as quickly as you could, but you were still going to be at least ten minutes late. You ran through the school halls, praying you wouldn't get caught. The moment you stepped outside, you saw Uryu, and he didn't look happy.
“There you are.” He looked up at you, the sunlight reflecting heavily off of his thin glasses. “You're late, very late.”
“I know, I'm really sorry about that. My teacher wouldn't let me leave until the chalkboard was spotless.” You sighed. “I tried to tell him I had something important planned and couldn't stay late today, but you know how teachers are.”
“Indeed.” His mood didn't seem to improve much, even with your explanation and apology. Ho
Code Geass Seven Minutes in Heaven LelouchCode Geass Seven Minutes in Heaven Lelouch in Romance More Like This
“It looks like I was selected to host this little game.” Seemingly uninterested in the whole idea, Lelouch stood to his feet and grabbed the book bag filled with the items of other players. “Here, you can go first.” He shoved the book bag into your lap and waited.
“I don't know if I really want to be the guinea pig for this game. What if something goes horribly wrong?” Wrestling with yourself, you finally unzipped the bag and put your hand inside. Your fingers brushed against something smooth, cold and strangely familiar. “Is this?” Lifting it from the bag confirmed your suspicions. “It is a chess piece. The king if I remember correctly.”
“Yes, it is. And ironically, it's also my item.” Though Lelouch smiled, you couldn't tell if it was to be sarcastic, or if he was honestly glad you had picked out his item. You suspected it wasn't the latter. “Well, I guess we'd better start then. Suzaku, time us wou
Bleach Seven Minutes in Heaven IchigoBleach Seven Minutes in Heaven Ichigo in Romance More Like This
“So that game actually worked out a lot better than I thought it would. If everyone's okay with it, we could play again.” Orihime smiled hopefully. “It seemed like the last group enjoyed themselves.” Not waiting on anyone to answer, she grabbed the duffel bag and walked directly to you. “You can pick this time.”
“O-oh, okay. Thank you.” Nervous and a bit apprehensively, you placed your hand inside the bag and grabbed an item. It was a small stuffed strawberry. It was even lightly scented.
“That's Ichigo's item.” Orihime ran up to Ichigo and gently tugged him from his seat. He didn't budge an inch. “Come on, it's your turn. Don't leave her standing over there looking all confused and pathetic like that.
“I said I didn't want t play.” Quickly standing from to his feet, Ichigo snatched his hand away from Orihime and walked towards the closet. “Man this sucks, I have an image to uphold
Masquerade Sebastian X Reader Part 2Masquerade Sebastian X Reader Part 2 in Romance More Like This
"I hate being forced to go places and put on display like some sort of trophy.” Rushing angrily about your room, you grabbed your handbag, and stepped into the ugliest shoes you had, just to be spiteful. “If he want's me to go along, he has no choice but to allow me to wear what I want.” Despite your handmaids pleas, you chose to dawn a boring, unflattering, but very comfortable dress, which in no way matched anything else you were wearing.
Even though she was trying her very best to talk you out of being rebellious, your maid obeyed your orders and helped you finish dressing. “You know, it's important that young ladies of stature, such as yourself, meet with as much nobility as possible. It raises the chances of you finding a good husband.”
“I don't want to marry more nobility.” You sighed. “Look at me, I can't even dress myself. That isn't noble, it's just upsetting.” With your handmaid at a loss
Fairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven MystoganFairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven Mystogan in Romance More Like This
“Well guys, I failed. I tried, but I can't get those two to come out of the cellar, so just keep your eyes open okay?” With a little sigh Happy flew back onto the bar and leaned against the bucket. “Player number two, come on down! By the way, is anyone else feeling sleepy?”
“I am.” Holding the scrap of paper labeling you as the second player, you walked towards Happy. “But then again, I've been sleepy all day.” You gave Happy the little piece of paper, letting him confirm that you weren't cheating and dug around for an item. “A super high dose caffeine pill? That's original.”
“Oh, I know what's going on here.” Happy suddenly dropped to the bar and fell asleep. Confused, you did your best to stay awake as you were approached by who you guessed was the owner of the item. “I'd take that pill if you want to stay awake. Here, let me help.” Too tired to realize what was going on, you allowed the strange
Hiding the Truth Lelouch X ReaderHiding the Truth Lelouch X Reader in Romance More Like This
The loud sound of the school bell rang throughout the campus, finally dismissing the hundreds of students from their dull, boring classes. “Finally, time for the one class I couldn't fail if I tried.” You happily grabbed your bagged lunch and turned to head to the courtyard.
Blocking your path was Lelouch, wearing a very stern expression. “I need to speak to you.” Not giving you an option to refuse, he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you outside to a more secluded part of the courtyard. “We seem to have a little problem. Someone has started a little rumor about us, apparently it came from that stupid game we played a few weeks ago. I don't know who started it, but it's growing fast and needs to be stopped as soon as possible.”
You nodded slowly, your face quickly turning a subtle shade of pink. “What exactly is the rumor?” Somehow you were already positive you knew what this rumor was about. But just to be comple
Fairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven JellalFairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven Jellal in Romance More Like This
"It sure did take a while, but I think everything's under control. No more smoke, no more fire, that stinky smell is all gone.” Taking in a deep breath Happy exhaled and smiled. “Aye, I'd say we're ready to start things up again.” He placed his paw on his chin and nodded slowly. “I believe we were at maiden number six.”
“I believe you're right. At least, I hope you are, because I don't think I can sit still too much longer.” You had already scrambled to your feet and made your way to Happy. With one hand digging for an item, you used your free hand to give Happy your number card. “There's some weird feeling stuff in here.” Because of the high number of items, you were unable to truly identify anything you touched. Not wanting to wait around any longer, you pulled a small ring from the bucket. “I hope someone wasn't planning on proposing with this thing, because it is not attractive.”
Should We be Here? Ronald X ReaderShould We be Here? Ronald X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Are you completely sure it's okay for me to be here? I'd really rather not get in a bunch of trouble you know.” You walked through the well lit hallways of the unfamiliar building hand in hand with Ronald.
“Of course it's okay, but be quiet, I don't want William to find us.” He gave you a sheepish grin and continued to sneak you through the hallways. After a few moments of hiding in closets and rushing from corner to corner, Ronald took you through a small door with the words “employees only” written on a small plaque. “We should be safe in here. Welcome to the employee lounge.”
Ronald's words were seriously starting to make you have doubts about being here. “Safe? If I'm allowed to be here why are we hiding from all the other shinigami?”
“B-because, I don't want them to, to try to steal you from me.” He nodded. “Yeah, you see, there aren't many girls here, so when there is one, p
Fairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven NatsuFairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven Natsu in Romance More Like This
“Player number four, it's your turn to play. I took the liberty of choosing your partner for you already.” Happy gave the cutest smile he could muster, just in case you were angry at him for not giving you the chance to pick.
“That's okay Happy.” You stood to your feet and headed straight for the cellar. “As long as the person you picked to go next didn't specifically pick me out to be his partner, I really don't care.”
“Oh no, nothing like that. I didn't even know you were number four.” He flew over to you and took the paper with the number four messily written on it from your hand. “Aye, your partner's already waiting in the cellar for you. Have a good time.”
“I'm sure I will.” You shut the door and carefully made you way down the stairs. “I should have let someone else shut that door, I had no idea how dark it was going to be down here.”
“Need a light?” Natsu's familiar laugh filled
A Fire in My Mouth Natsu X Reader OneshotA Fire in My Mouth Natsu X Reader Oneshot in Romance More Like This
“You're going down sister.” Standing up on top of the table, Natsu pointed down at you, grinning victoriously. “There's no way you can beat me, no one's ever beat me. This challenge is worthless, it's only going to embarrass you.”
“Aye, Natsu's the best. You might as well just give up now and go home crying, because there's no way you're going to beat my man Natsu.” Happy floated over Natsu's head waving little red flags and cheering him on.
“We'll see about that. But for now, you really should get off of the table. You're going to get us kicked out before we even start.” You looked down at 8-Island's menu and tried to decided what food you could eat the most of. “Besides, we haven't even chosen what to eat yet.”
“Oh I already have that one figured out.” Now back in his chair, Natsu leaned back, eyes closed and smiling. “It's the same thing every time someone tries to challenge me. Beast M
please forgive meyou are inspiring in the saddest of ways. you hold mountains of love but never do you let someone climb all the way to the top and claim them. your smile reminds me of warm summer evenings and pouring sugar into tea. gone are the summer days when i thought you looked at me like i was beautiful, and here is the end; the beginning of fall, and the end of freedom.please forgive me in Short Stories More Like This
"hold onto this for me, will you ?" you once told me as you turned and ran and i wondered what i was holding but i hoped it was your heart. so i said to myself, "should i stroke your soul with my cold fingers, or cloth them in gloves in hopes that you will like me more ?" and i thought long and deep and i realized i wanted to put on gloves. i wanted to change myself so you'd like me better, so you'd stay with me.
i wanted not to feel so alone but i distanced you with my sadness and by putting on gloves i just kept trying to cover myself up. you started to smile faintly when i laughed; like a distant memory you wish you'd remembe
perfection in solitudethe backs of her knees could hold seas,perfection in solitude in Concrete Poetry More Like This
come along and kiss me my love,
i want to keep you warm at night,
you used to be worth a million coins to me.
i read a poem and i thought i could hear your voice,
things that move in the night make me sad and miss you,
everything makes me wonder where you are at that moment; how you feel,
could i kiss you one more time, just to feel real.
i like to suffer in the silence of my bed, comfy and with my weapons of self-destruction.
metaphors for the lonelywe were too busy building galaxies to see the sadness invested in our hearts. and our faces were like geometric planes that were never molded to fit. if you searched my bag you'd find cinnamon and an x ray of your chest; things i want to keep with me no matter what state i'm in. sometimes i imagine us as part of a world that hasn't grown old yet.metaphors for the lonely in Emotional More Like This
you folded my heart into an origami bird and tried to let me be free, but all you did was break me down and now i can't seem to find the edges of myself.
i don't know what you need, but i am sorry that i couldn't be enough.
never leave me againi just want to kiss your lipsnever leave me again in Free Verse More Like This
while i stand on my tippy
toes and i hold your broad
shoulders and my eyes are
open, asking, pleading, for
you to never leave me again.
i just want to run my finger
tips over the veins that stand
out in your arms, and i want
to hold your hand close to my
heart, and never, ever, let it
go, so you can never leave me.
i just want to sway quietly
back and forth, to the music
our footsteps make and the
snow will be falling down our
spines, but i will never stop,
and we will be encased in a
never-ending waltz, and that
way you will never leave.
i just want to hold your face
close to mine and close my
eyes and rub my nose with
yours and be able to let go of
your face and be able to still
rub my nose on yours, and
i will know way you will never
leave me again, never ever.
the loneliest feelingand ithe loneliest feeling in Free Verse More Like This
cry at night,
when the shadows
moon is changing,
and there is
no such loneliness
in this sad, sad
youyou are a sentence with no words,you in Emotional More Like This
a silence with sound.
we were lovers;
destined to break apart
into compartments of ourselves.
chillsmy favourite memory is that night when your whispers took walks on my skin and your heart made me feel self-conscious. that night when the moon was trying to wash you out but your smile was too much for it.chills in Short Stories More Like This
the night where you held my hand and told me to close my eyes and i waited for ages to open them and see you smiling back at me. i asked you what it was for and you said "i'm sorry, i forgot what i was going to say; it's just so calming to look at your face." and i wanted to cry.
sometimes i wonder what it's like for you now, how it feels to be weightless or maybe you are still rotting in your coffin. how am i supposed to know where you spend your after-life ? but sometimes, sometimes, i hope that the chill i feel at night is your smile in my hair, or you settling into bed with me once more.
i miss you.
the best feeling eversoftly willowing in your soul,the best feeling ever in Free Verse More Like This
you have creativity.
keep smiling like you've gotten tangerine juice in your eye,
it doesnt matter who sees,
you're still beautiful.
cavities to fill in your heart
you want a boy-
all you need is a few words.
you remind me of
cold coffee in the afternoon-
no matter how bad people think you taste,
to me it's the best feeling ever.
bruised with happinesshold your breath inbruised with happiness in Free Verse More Like This
like the water is seizing you by the heart
like it will enter your lungs
and decorate your body with bruises
hold it in,
hold the smoke in so deep it burns
and pretend the smoke is my life
beating so rapidly in your lungs
bruising your body with happiness
keeping you one step away,
wishing for that feeling
hold me in
hold my heart in your heart
keep still for if you move
i might be let go
you might not see me again
except for the small space in front of you
where i will reside forever
part of the atmosphere
i miss you,
come find me.
Paper ButterfliesA cut, a tear, a fold,Paper Butterflies in Free Verse More Like This
slice of color and a cut or two,
and another paper butterfly is born.
IV drips in the hand
keeping everything in place
while the cuts and tears and folds
keeps going on.
One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
That's the number
she was told to make.
One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
Until she can get a wish.
A nice nurse had told her so,
and shown her how to make them
but she had only made thirty out of the
one thousand, six hundred and sixty six
It seemed like such an impossible number
that one thousand six hundred and sixty six
but our patient needed that wish
just like everyone else,
in that hospital that our patient was at.
Her wish though
was not what someone expects
from our patient who will not last much longer.
is for her family to be happy when she's gone
and that they won't miss her to much
and that they will find someone else
after she has gone.
isn't to stay
and to get better
because she knows
that it won'
ReturnJust because I am deadReturn in Free Verse More Like This
does not mean I am an angel
I am far from that of an angel.
The evil men,
who kill and rape and burn for fun
shall pay for their crimes
even if I go to hell for it.
The crow shall be my guide
and my connection
to be able to make my mark
on the world that has left me behind.
I may have died
but death does not stop me
I shall stop for death
when I am ready.
For while time goes on
and the world forgets
true love is the only thing
that lasts forever.
Vengence is a welcomed thing
that stays in the heart
festering and tainting what was once pure
and slowly killing.
I died for the one I love
but death does not stop me.
For life is but a dream
that death wakes us up from.
War is a deadly thing...It changes people....War is a deadly thing... in Drama More Like This
People tend to believe that the personification of a country gets no say in any matter, that he or she is just supposed to leave the decision up to their boss and stay out of the way. While this is true for most situations, there is the rare circumstance where the personification is the one that's needed to make the decision. For instance going to war, or making allies.
Or creating internment camps.
Alfred F. Jones placed his head on his desk, trying to get rid of the growing migraine. He felt like everyone was trying to force their opinion on his at once, and really Alfred just wanted to be left alone so that he could think.
His government was afraid of spies from the Japanese. Everyone was still trying to get over the tragedy that was Pearl Harbor, and Alfred hadn't seen his government this afraid since the revolution. His boss, Franklin D. Roosevelt, had created a bill that would make all the Japanese American people have to go into camps until the war w
The house on the hillUp on a hill there lived a house,The house on the hill in Free Verse More Like This
in that house lived an old man.
He had lived his long life
and had lived in that house his entire life.
He didn't have family
and stayed on the porch every day.
When the children would come
he would give out candy apples and sweets.
The children loved the nice old man
who lived on the hill.
Then the man on the hill
passed away and went to a better place.
The once great house,
faded from thoughts
as the town still grew below it.
Once shiny windows,
and flawless paint,
faded and became aged.
The garden once taken care of,
with wrinkled old hands,
became overcome with weeds.
The children looked,
at the old abandoned house on the hill
with fear and curiosity in their eyes.
It was a place of rumors,
and childish wonders.
"If you throw a stone and
break a window you get a wish."
"A ghost haunts that place."
"No one cares about that
old house on the hill anyway."
Through whispering willows,
rumors about the house on the hill spread.
Once a great home,
The Hanging TreeThe Hanging TreeThe Hanging Tree in Free Verse More Like This
The hanging tree where mother promised to take me,
holds many secrets that are never told
but they are never spoken to me before.
One where a man was hung for the murder.
One where a woman was hung for her stealing’s.
Nothing mattered anymore to them
the trees branches indented from previous
made perfect notches for the new victims.
Of the hanging tree of olden times
when feet kicked and faces turned blue
dark paradise would overcome their features.
And nothing else mattered for the group
that gathered at the hanging tree tonight.
Murder and rape and stealing and crime
paid for in blood and sin at the hanging tree.
All where mother promised to take me.
A fairytaleI have treasures and jewelsA fairytale in Free Verse More Like This
Anything a man could desire
Glimmering gold and shinning silver,
Ruby rich rings and crystal crowns
There is something though,
Something that mortal men value
I think they call her,
Maybe if I take her
The people might be nice to me
Lands worship me,
For I am more precious
Than any metal
I don't do much yet
People love me
On another boring day
It bursts through.
It takes me
And flies far, far away
From my safe castle.
How dare it take our princess!
Taking our gold, burn our villages
But this time
This time it has gone too far.
Do not worry my princess
For I shall save you
If you just hang on.
I think she is scared of me
But who wouldn't be?
I took her from her home,
I breathe fire,
I am full of claws and teeth
Maybe I should take her back
I just want a friend though.
IT maybe isn't so bad.
IT brings me food,
And doesn't hurt me
I just want to go home though.
I burst through the cave wall
You shall not hurt our princess!
I shout, valiant a
Haiku IQuestions of the old,Haiku I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
memories of the new songs
in comes the new age.
If tears left scarsSalt flavored tears fallIf tears left scars in Free Verse More Like This
staining a delicate face.
She weeps and she doesn't know why
it's just what she needs to do.
Her tears do more than stain
her delicate face though.
They mar her skin
leaving its permanent mark.
You can cry all you want
and the next second,
just brush them away
as if nothing happened
Tears leave more
than just stains on skin
they leave scars.
leaving its dark crack
on your heart.
If tears left scars
would your face be?
is your heart?
You said...Blood pours to the groundYou said... in Free Verse More Like This
Staining the concrete
A maddening laugh
Rips through the silence
My heartbeat slows
As I watch my blood
Form a pool around me
You said you loved me.
You said cared.
When you said
You had a surprise
I didn't think it would be this
You know how I hate knives
Yet you stand over me
Covered in my blood
Your eyes stare down at me
I can see insanity in them
And my death
It's getting harder to breathe
I cant do anything
But stare at you
As you smile at me
That smile that I used to love
Now makes my stomach turn
Everything's starting to go black
You lean down and kiss me
Your lips are ice
'I love you'
You say it so sincerely
But there's only more pain
Saying those three words
That are supposed to make a girl happy
Are the last things I hear
Before everything goes dark
And I enter that eternal slumber.
You said you loved me
You said you cared
Then you caused me pain
Now I am no more.
Pinkthe boys gestured and jeeredPink in Free Verse More Like This
‘what’d you do to your hair?’
‘boys won’t like you now.’
she turned away, smiling all the while
head shaved and pink scarf in place
‘because it’s too hot’
‘I want a fresh start’
‘I never liked my long hair anyways’
but at home she cries
though the tears won’t fall
because it was shave
or watch it fall out
no one comments on the lost weight
or the bags gathering under her eyes
for she hides it with pink clothes and makeup
chemo starts she throws up in school
the teachers send her home, but her parents send her back
normal is a luxury they can’t afford to lose
pink ribbons on cars
the color a badge she earns
blinds her delicate eyes
pink roses on her grave
for when she lost the battle
but never gave up on the war
decay.please (oh, please)—don’t pass this over.decay. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
please, don’t fold it under your pillow or stuff it down the drain or wipe my mouth with the ragged corners as if you could clean the sin from my lips that easily. (if only, if only.) i know it isn’t much; i know the edges are torn, the ink running, the words blotted with blood and spit and tears. i know that you can run your fingers down the creases and find where the paper has been folded and crushed. i know you can close your eyes and find the weaknesses as easily as one might find my own.
i know; trust me, this i know.
but that does not make the plea any less important—it does not make it any less real. (are the cries of the feeble less valuable than the cries of the anguished? does volume drown out sincerity?) these words have been carved in marrow and dragged forth with the last breath of life as it rattled from my lungs. they are disjointed and bent, but the uglies—oh, the uglies—are they not wha
wait and write to me then.don't tell me about the best way to capture the ocean in your mouth. don't whisper to me late at night about the salt crescent moons behind the bend of your elbows or the way that the breeze is tangling my hair around your ears until you're deaf from the wind. don't, for you see it's easy to whisper poetry when the starlit sky is a cliche over the slumbering world; it's easy to be a poet when the ground is rising up to cradle your shoulder blades and the earth is whispering love notes to you in your sleep. this is when it's easy.wait and write to me then. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
so don't write to me then.
instead, wait until the world is rejecting you from her breast and leaving you breathless and boneless on the carpeted floor. wait until your ribs are falling one by one like sand through your fingers and you're struggling to catch them and struggling to keep your feet and struggling to remember why you started this fight at all. wait until the ocean has woken up angry and is throwing a tantrum across your jaw, knocking your teeth ou
you are my prayer.we are holding hands racing from burning homes.you are my prayer. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we are coughing as the walls melt like wax and the floor ignites and we're spitting up smoke in puffs of disbelief and horror. your palms are bleeding crescent moon wedges all over the sweat-slicked car door and i'm curled like an autumn leaf on your lap, my spine cracking like tennis shoes pressing down on fall. we're watching bombs detonate under our bare feet and wincing as the sparks crackle along the dry flesh. we're bleeding sweat, tension racing like split electrical wires in our veins. you call my name and i cry out and birds are dying around us and the ground is splitting open and when the dust clears --
wars carry on muted in the background. thatch roofs are set aflame. bloodied martyrs stumble down dirt roads and fists are formed along the backs of stone tables. we can see the land in the wake of destruction, the trees folding under the mushrooming explosions, their backs bent as if weeping in anguish. we can see the h
the art of waiting.goodnight moon, sing sweetly to me tonight. the curtains are drawn and your light is spilling under heavy cotton. i am lying with the windows open, and the shutters are drawn. the world is revolving around me and i am not moving an inch. i am still. i am the pinnacle upon which everything turns. with every breath i fear avalanches of mountains upon unsuspecting villages. you are too far away. i can't feel you, but i see you illuminating wooden floors. sleep hides from me in the back corner of abandoned closets. i am a statue and my heart is breaking down the concrete in my palms. i am fearless, yet i am carved from fear itself.the art of waiting. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am asleep in my wakefulness and my feet swing to touch cool floorboards, i am walking the blueprint of my house in limbo. i touch the reality of granite counter and leather couch and leave nothing behind but the oil of my fingers. i reach the door and slide it. i reach the lawn and sink sole into dew-licked blades. you are not here, yet you are everywhere. the
find me in the hidden life.i have this feeling in my bones that some call weakness and other call fire.find me in the hidden life. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's a driving need and a crippling desire, and it wakes me in the middle of the night with cramping calves and feet running among cotton though they reach nothing but the great beyond of the side of the bed. it's a burning that pushes me into the middle of rainstorms to dance among the cracking weather kissing the earth, and it's a spark lit under the gasoline pooled under my heart. some call me crazy and others call me sane, but if you look for me in the heart of winter, you will often find me curled under the dead oak touching the bark because i like the way life looks when it's hidden.
you'll often find me like this, looking for hidden life and concealed light. sometimes, i will search for under the frozen wrinkles and concrete-frowns of the lonely, and other times i will seek it in the ocean before the storm. i will hunt under the foliage like a hungry wolf, and i will howl at the canopy as i track it dow
loosely applied.it is finding yourself in the miles that stretch between yourself and the end of time. it is in the spitting up of blood at three in the morning, spelling out their name and passing out in the gore. it is in trying to find beauty in the uglies that follow you from shadow to shadow, their claws reaching out to swipe against the curve of your back, the width of your shoulders, the dip near your waist. you are breathing, but the term is loosely applied and it would be more proper to calling it gasping.loosely applied. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you are gasping. you are waking up without air and desperately wishing that you had it. you are waking up and touching the cold bed sheets and remembering when they are warm. you are waking up cradling a phone and being held by a phantom voice. "hello? hello? are you there? hello?" and you are closing your eyes and imagining through tears that the voice is home and that you are there. you are crawling between each static silence and nestling in the absence. you are pressing yours
yesterday i died.ghosts are burning the edge of my vision.yesterday i died. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i can feel the way they crowd and jumble, the way their fingers are pulling sticky fingers against my sanity and dragging me further and further into the rabbit hole of my insecurity. i can see them in the shadows at the base of my eyelids and feel their voices in the spaces between my vertebrae. they call me when i'm awake and they scream when i'm asleep and i claw at my face and i pull at my skin, but they burrow deeper and deeper still.
they quiet and stagnate, yet i can feel them in the dust that my feet unsettle as i walk forward. their faces are persistent and their mouths gaping open with the scent of decay bound like a cord around their flapping tongues. they are silent and knowing, touching my inner demons with a violating hand. they nod, they smile; they are smug. i hate them for this. they see the way my heart quivers in my chest and they stroke the trembling bones that it clacks against. they crack the silence and whisper, tell me o
tide pools of disbelief.broken words splintertide pools of disbelief. in Free Verse More Like This
beneath my feet
and i'm perched
on the faded edge
of what beauty
looked like before you
went and rearranged it.
from here, i can see
the distant salted shore
where you are cradling
the rest of my life amongst
the rest of the vowels
missing from my disjointed,
leaning against the vacant
air your bones should be filling,
i'm suddenly aware i'm nothing
but empty palms and scattered
sheets of music and if i was to cry
would you close your eyes to pretend
the collapse of my lungs is a poem?
would you write me a promise,
carve me a secret and fold them
in broken glass bottles
before hoisting the corpses
out to sea?
would you pull emaciated
fears from cobwebbed corners,
feed them into the shells of paper
airplanes before trusting
them to the airwaves and me?
if yes, then press reality
into my hollow cells
until life is a synonym
for you, until death
is a forgotten moment
when your lips peeled
goodbyes away from mine.
if yes, kiss me through
love fell upside downbreathe; just breathe.love fell upside down in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
he is just a boy made of cells and nerves wrapped around normal bone. he is standing there on two feet with two legs and pants hugging a waist made of flesh and blood. he is human. his nose is a little crooked and his teeth not perfectly straight. one could even say he is a flawed human.
look; look there.
his eyebrows arch out in odd angles, like bird wings taking flight off of his face. and that scar that runs down his jaw? certainly that, dear, certainly that makes him flawed.
look, his eyes are blue but not the blue of the ocean deep or the sky before the storm. they are just blue. no one could look in those eyes and get lost for hours as you say you have. they would be too busy wondering about whats for dinner or an appointment they forgot to schedule or why they are standing there staring into this boys eyes. there is nothing there after all, just blue lakes, dirty ponds.
oh, and see? he misspelled a word, he lost his place where he was reading,
my final request.this'll be the last time i put my heart on your porch and the last time i'll slip faded pieces of poetry under your door when you're asleep. when my song has been sung, i'll stop painting my wishes on your ceiling and humming lullabies at moonrise. i won't come knocking at your door any longer or whispering into the back of your neck when you're walking away. you won't feel my fingers pulling on the edge of your shirt or slipping in your back pocket or clinging to the corner of your heart, because it's obvious that none of it belongs to me any longer.my final request. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i promise, this'll be it.
so, don't run or ignore this or throw it away, because i swear, this will be the last you hear from me. i'll erase myself from your life and throw the pieces into the wind to be carried to wherever it is you aren't. i'll fold in the corner until i'm nothing more than an ink smudge on your personal history. i'll erode and fade and diminish until the morning comes when you wake up and wonder if i was anything more