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For YouYour heart may bleed diamonds,For You in Free Verse More Like This
but they all they see is dust.
Your soul may run black with ink,
yet they see it as pandemonium.
The miasmas you feel in your mind are not discord,
but a precious, beautiful gift meant solely for you.
The letters care not
however you arrange them;
perfection is perfection
when it comes from your veins.
These worlds exist for you created them—
there is no such thing as
“imaginary”
as long as you know their universes.
Cry and laugh and weep and smile,
for the blossoms you water shall grow
into a microcosm of your own design.
You are a god and a king,
a queen and a demon,
whose words
HellfireYou see her nonsensical whims and think to yourself,Hellfire in Free Verse More Like This
"nothing but a simpler state of mind."
Yet —
She hides behind an ivory mask,
skeleton smiles
and torpid mirth;
Radioactive sulfuric masses of artificial
crystalline lips upturned in an adamant curve.
Laughter echoing throughout hollow bones, concave and
just as empty as the cartilage ensnaring the vacant
smirk.
You can't fathom the netherworld tucked deep in her translucent limbs;
nor comprehend the frenzied howls from the fangs of a decaying Cerberus.
For when you will at last board Charon's ferry and float down the conflagrant waters of
Styx, regarding her perched upon a thro
.I stare at the screen, waiting for some burst of inspiration to rain upon me like a meteor shower sent straight from the gods of literature heaven.. in Emotional More Like This
Nothing.
A sigh escapes my lips, and I haphazardly bash random buttons of the keyboard, watching as the blank document before me is littered with an incoherent placement of characters. The monotone click-clack seems to just resonate with the narcoleptic beating of my heart, further fueling my senseless crusade.
Where has all my writing gone?
It feels like it was just sucked right out of my soul. Ideas constantly plague my mind, yet all I can do is write them down. When I go to type them out, n
GlacialJanuary wolves stalk her shivering heart;Glacial in Free Verse More Like This
bitter ice-fangs sink into feverish skin.
Frost devours slowly, succinctly, shamelessly;
yet the howling tossed chains around her
paper-thin limbs and dragged her down.
Arctic icebound lips quivering,
silver eyelashes fluttering emptily,
alabaster fingertips reaching out;
frenzied yet frozen and fractured.
"Drowning," she whispers in a winter song,
and places her mouth upon snow-dusted fur.
"Blood freezing in these frostbitten veins."
And then the pack of aurorean wolves bolt away,
leaving her smiling in the blizzard of humanity.
Freedom.
Into the PlungeBuild me a sandcastle on the edge of the sea,Into the Plunge in Free Verse More Like This
where the cliffs are sprayed with the salty tears of the tide,
and sirens cry into the night for the arms of a lover
to whisk them away into a dry night free of brine;
Where we shall dance the sunset's furtive sigh of redemption
on the edge of saline bluffs, and kiss with the gunpowder
of forgotten cannons high on the waves of an abandoned ocean;
Teetering the edge of the world, where the Kraken and Leviathan lay in wait
for lost-lorn victims of broken hearts and brackish undertows
coursing through their veins.
D
r
o
The Fool and the Cynic"He's so sweet and amazing, I'm sure we're meant to be!"The Fool and the Cynic in Free Verse More Like This
That's what all girls say about their first boyfriend.
"You know, he's really cute too. Plus, he has cute friends!"
Your definition of "cute" normally doesn't include manners or intelligence.
"He took me out for dinner and kissed me after he asked! He's the one! We're going to go to college together!"
Are you an idiot? These types of relationships rarely last...focus on life, not puppy love.
"...hey...we're fighting...I think he hates me now...did I call him too much? Text him too much?"
Try "Was I too naïve?" or maybe even "Did I talk about myself too much?"
"Oh, God...he broke up
S E C R E T Ss omethingS E C R E T S in Free Verse More Like This
e veryone
c onceals
r eadily
e ven
t hough
s ecrets
c
a
n
k
i
l
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bioluminescence.Your skin is of paper mache andbioluminescence. in Free Verse More Like This
stardust, so fragile and coruscating
as I reach out desperately to grasp that
supernova you call a heart;
please, don't etiolate in their sunrise
and leave me marooned in life's black abyss...
I can't survive without your—
PulsateWhat is a heartbeat,Pulsate in Free Verse More Like This
without the heart?
What is a dream,
without the conscience?
What is a word,
without the letters?
What is a hope,
without the faith?
What is a soul,
without the self?
What is a kiss,
without the love?
What am I,
without you?
A Scholarly MasqueradeSometimes I like to pretend,A Scholarly Masquerade in Free Verse More Like This
I'm like the Mariana Trench with my words.
That my fingers construct such eloquence,
as abyssal and profound as the Grand Canyon.
Yet the truth of the matter is that,
my heart has not been pulverized into dust.
I am about as succint and poignant,
as a rusted bucket.
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.
Small WitchesAsk me about Hallowe'enSmall Witches in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I have to think back.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Dressed up in black
To play in the dark.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Father-made besoms:
Small witches take flight.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Fly through the night.
In bed by nine.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Quicksilver spirits
Run to saints and all souls.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
November gold,
October bronze.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
Ask me about Hallowe'en
And I have to look back.
Turnips for jack,
Apples to bob.
The Night BeforePromoted! Cocktails. Hangover... Tattoo.The Night Before in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who's "Gerald"?
PicnicWine: have.Picnic in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Unfortunately,
corkscrew: have not.
Where's the Eiffel Tower?Ticket: Paris, FranceWhere's the Eiffel Tower? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Plane: Paris, Texas
Let Down Your HairMrs Holmes had bizarre cravings during her pregnancy. Specifically for the contents of the vegetable patch belonging to the DI next door.Let Down Your Hair in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Delicious!” said Mrs Holmes. “If the baby’s a girl, I’ll call her Lettice. If it’s a boy, he’ll be Kale.”
Could be worse, thought Mr Holmes. She’d called their first child Mycroft.
But the new baby had glorious curls, so they named him Sherlock. He was a bright boy, into everything and soon the DI had to arrest him for interfering in police business.
Sherlock was locked away in a tall tower. As time passed and his abundant hair grew, his unique geni
GentlemanIt was just dusk, and she looked lost and vulnerable by the side of the road.Gentleman in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“A pretty girl like you should smile more!” the man yelled from his BMW. “Get in and I’ll give you something to cheer you up.”
“You invited me in,” she said softly.
She smiled and he saw the fangs.
A Balanced MealFor dinner: takeaway.A Balanced Meal in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's a plus.
60 For 60: The Boscombe Valley MysteryWhen I first began sharing lodgings with Holmes, I thought he had no interest in literature. I soon discovered this was not the case.60 For 60: The Boscombe Valley Mystery in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was so enthusiastic about George Meredith’s work that he accepted an invitation to a function Meredith was attending.
“A fascinating man,” Holmes told me later. “His friend Conan Doyle was most offhand with me though.”
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Perfectly pleasant
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
I'm sorry...
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
I'm sorry!
You're
Pat
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:Six Words for a Slump in Free Verse More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
DeceptiveDeceptive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Deceptive:
Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
-
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
-
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
was me...
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:The Good Critic's Guide in Reviews & Guides More Like This
'
I. Introduction:
I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the li
-Mountains of the moon -horizons curve-Mountains of the moon - in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dancing storm
a slow exhale. rain.
-electric causeway-light shimmers wet...broken by steps-electric causeway- in Free Verse More Like This
Hunting for Nessie (ScotlandXReader)“And why are we doing this again?” You huffed as you stomped behind Allistor. The redhead grinned at you, beckoning you closer. “C’mon, hurry up!”Hunting for Nessie (ScotlandXReader) in Romance More Like This
You grumbled, him already speeding over the crag, his mighty walking boots resounding loudly. Sighing, you ruffled your hair, wondering why on earth you’d taken the scot up on his unusual request.
It was the winter solstice. And Allistor, coming from a superstitious family had been bought up to believe that it was a magical day. Not that you could blame him, the day had been different, but still!
You finally managed to catch up to him, well only because he was
Liquorice (IcelandxReader)“I can’t believe it.” You grumbled, puffing out your cheeks haughtily. “You can’t believe what?” Emil asked, glancing towards where you were sat with your legs pulled up to your chest. You blew out some air, making a couple of strands of hair fly upwards.Liquorice (IcelandxReader) in Romance More Like This
“My friends. I told them I liked liquorice and they wrinkled their faces in disgust.” You looked at the Icelander. “I mean, they haven’t even tried tasting it! They said the smell ‘put them off’.” Rolling your eyes angrily, you opened your mouth, Emil placing the tip of a liquorice stick in it.
Munching on it, yo
Can I have another? (IrelandXReader) RQYou gazed in unconcealed wonder at the spiralling, swirling inscriptions on the ancient slabs of stone, inching along the stone passage at a sluggish pace to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Flynn chuckled at your reaction, glancing to the side every now and then in favour of watching you. He’d seen the place a couple of times before, but the fact that you were with him was distracting him quite a bit.Can I have another? (IrelandXReader) RQ in Romance More Like This
The way your eyes lit up when you rounded another corner and the way you wiggled as you tried to contain your excitement, all of it made his heart beat faster. He could tell by the way you were fidgeting that you were simply itc
I want to go home (Soldier!EnglandXReader)Tears ran down Arthur’s filthy cheeks and he trembled as he adjusted the strip of leather in his mouth. Placing his hand over the barrel of his rifle, he gulped once. He’d made his resolve. If he would maim himself in such a way that would render him unsuitable for battle, he’d be sent back home. Just the thought about home made his heart ache painfully.I want to go home (Soldier!EnglandXReader) in Romance More Like This
You were waiting for him at home and if he could just pull through at this moment then you could be in his arms forever. Squeezing his eyes shut, he gasped when a grenade went off near his side of the trench. Even if he’d burrowed himself partly into the muddy side of
SS Comfy Bed (Werewolf!2p!CanadaXReader)Lycanthrope, more commonly known as werewolf. Men with the ability to turn themselves into wolves. Transform and howl at the full moon which occurs only once every lunar month.SS Comfy Bed (Werewolf!2p!CanadaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Weakness; silver bullets and maple syrup.
Avoid; making subject angry as they become violent, same happens when subject is flustered.
Are extremely protective of chosen mate and eventual pups.
You smiled at your small, weather-beaten notebook drowsily, already knowing the contents and your meticulous adjustments off by heart. Before the buzzing alarm managed to go off, you performed the intricate dance that was a match against time, involving a stubborn button tha
Radiating warmth (DenmarkXReader)Radiating warmth (DenmarkXReader) in Romance More Like This
You stamped your boot-clad feet in a desperate attempt to get some dearly sought after warmth circulating in your freezing toes. “Why is it so cold...” you muttered, grabbing hold of the end of your knit scarf which had flown back in the wind. Pinning it back against your bare neck, you quickened your pace, watching your breath rise in smoky plumes as you heard the monotone drum of your feet padding against the crunch of the snow.
There was always something magical about the snow, you believed; the way all noises of an otherwise bustling street would seem to be sucked into the fresh cloak of white that covered anything and everything into a smooth sculpture of snow. As you shifted the bag that was slowly sliding its way down on your arm higher, you breathed a sigh of relief which made you look like a steamtrain that was setting off.
“Please hurry.” You whispered in desperation, ringing the bell clumsily due to your thick gloves. Se
Another? (LeoXReader)You absentmindedly twiddled a long strand of grass between your forefingers, watching the boys from the Hermes cabin trying to shoot rings with an old basketball that looked like it had long since passed its glory days. Glancing up, you flicked your wrist to rid yourself of an irritating fly that amused itself by buzzing around your head incessantly. Luckily, it ceased its actions the moment you lazily swatted at it, going off to bother someone elsewhere no doubt.Another? (LeoXReader) in Romance More Like This
For the first time it was sunny; the weather was warm and bright, though completely unbefitting of the March day it was. Perhaps Apollo was feeling merciful today, you pondered wit
The secret melody (Spirit!AustriaXCellist!Reader) Tears budded in your eyes, your left hand gripping the neck of the elegant instrument tightly whilst the other made sure the tense bow didn’t fall to the ground. You bowed stiffly, making your way off the small, makeshift stage as the public continued to applaud you for your effort.The secret melody (Spirit!AustriaXCellist!Reader) in Romance More Like This
Your effort. They weren’t applauding you because you’d done well, they were applauding you because you’d put on a brave face and gone up there, ruining your piece whilst you struggled to keep from bursting into tears.
“I’m sorry, Rosalind,” you murmured to your cherry-red cello, your hands still trembling in the afterma
Failure is not an optionSilent tears streaked down your cheeks,Failure is not an option in Free Verse More Like This
your lips trembling as you raised the deadly artifact to your head.
Studying in the morning,
studying in the evening.
Going to the gym to stay fit,
not eating much to maintain your poise.
Failure is not an option.
Not at preparing for your future.
Sitting alone at lunch,
your nose always stuck in a book,
makes it hard for people to approach you.
You failed there,
being osctrasized from social groups.
Your former friends turned their backs on you,
all you did was study,
no fun allowed.
Jeering echoed through the hall,
why were you always such a stick in the mud?
Why weren't yo
Stolen covers (Trafalgar LawXReader) RQYou blinked your eyes sleepily, wincing at the streak of faded morning sunlight that fell just across your face and heated your skin. The first thing you noticed was how cold your body was in comparison to your face. Straining your neck, you glanced down at your pyjama-clad body. Instantly you scowled and shot a glare at the person who had his back to you and who was still snoring away peacefully.Stolen covers (Trafalgar LawXReader) RQ in Romance More Like This
“Trafalgar,” you muttered in your terribly husky morning voice. He didn’t react in any way. You puffed your cheeks up in frustration, looking at your quilt-less state. Then you spitefully glanced up at the dark-haired man. Who&rsq
Bricknow that i have found someoneBrick in Personal More Like This
i'm feeling more alone
than i ever have before
she's a brick and i'm drowning slowly
off the coast and i'm headed nowhere
she's a brick and i'm drowning slowly
can't you see
it's not me you're dying for
now she's feeling more alone
than she ever has before
she's a brick and i'm drowning slowly
off the coast and i'm heading nowhere
she's a brick and i'm drowning slowly
--'brick,' ben folds five
currently relevant for reasons i don't really want to talk about, but this gorgeous song has been running through my mind for the last few days. take a moment to go look it up and listen.
just listen.
I am [not]No one, nowhere, no-when: finally, peace.I am [not] in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
False laborI cannot remember the beginning of the labor and I find it hard to believe that I will ever see the end. The contractions are ruthless and turn me inside out against my will. My plea for an epidural goes unanswered, and after a few hours, I'm so exhausted that I find it hard to care anymore.False labor in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have never known this kind of pain before, this agony deep inside of me, tearing at my belly, sinking its claws into my spine. It tries to crawl up my throat, but I choke back the scream.
Nine months of waiting, nine months of anxiety, culminating in a few hours of sheer terror. I am clenching someone's hand tightly, too tightly, but this transference of pain does nothing to lessen my own.
I do not cry until they lay her on my chest. Looking at her, I forget to breathe. Destructive as I am, it seems highly implausible that I made this mewling scrap of life. I can't believe she's here.
And then, just when I reach for her, my baby dissolves like smoke on the wind, and I am left with empty hands and
Wake-up callwhen you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,Wake-up call in Free Verse More Like This
you don't trip out onto the beach:
sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feet
and you will be unprepared
when the waters close over your head.
instead, you take a deep breath
and say your prayers
and you dive in.
the quickest way to learn to swim
is to have no other choice.
todaybailey says:today in Philosophical More Like This
today could have gone so much better
if i had woken up without a cold sore.
shania says:
today could have gone so much better
if i had woken up and not had bedhead.
zoe says:
today could have gone so much better
if i had woken up when my alarm went off.
i say:
today could have gone so much better
if i hadn't woken up
at all.
21 august 2011fat ugly fat fat worthless useless stupid can't do anything right fat fatter fattest you're the fattest in the room everyone knows it too polite to say so elephant in the room surprise! it's you don't blink won't shrink you've expanded again21 august 2011 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
stupid ugly ropy scars too long too wide too straight too many plain as day screaming CUTTER! everyone can cope but you something broken something missing inc incom incomplete friday need it no place no time no blade desperate desperate bone deep achey sick all wrong fix it in red red ink paperclip? no fingernails? no safety pin? not good enough sharp enough carve enough away can't find red ink roadmap only angry scratch scratch scratches don't hurt enough to help
letter letter need help letter can't do this anymore go back back to cutting starving purging running days on end wired on empty sharp mind sharp blades it all blends together
oh god help me
december 2010i am not hungry. i am not hungry. no breakfast. no lunch. no snack. no dinner. zero zero zerodecember 2010 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i am not hungry. i am not hungry. food is bad. i don't need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't
i am not hungry. i am not hungry. need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't
i am not hungry. i am not hungry. need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't
i am not hungry. i am not hungry. need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't need to eat. i don't.
i am not hungry. i am not hungry. must not eat. will not eat. cannot eat. do not eat.
resolution for today: i will not eat.
spring 2011:idiot:disgusting:fat:dumb:imbecile:weak:child:bitch:freak:spring 2011 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
letitgoletitgoletitgoletitgoletitgoletitgoletitgoletitgoletitgoletitgoletitgo
1:30a.m. breathe.in.breathe.out. quietquietscratchypencilpaper [close your eyes]
don'tthinkaboutschooltomorrowtodayfivehours breathe.in &breathe.out.
strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong strong
i will not be the person she told me i was not weak stronger than you
[just stay strong] have faith magic.words say them enough.times and i can fly
:idiot:disgusting:fat:dumb:imbecile:weak:child:bitch:freak:
that's right hidefromthevoices can't tell me it's not true
blood on my sleeve talking to yourselfmyselfsomeonenotquitehere [am i crazy?]
1 altoid + 1 stick sugarfree gum = 3 + 5 = 8 good girl good girl
good grief OCDmuch? no wonder theycantell? hate you
get out of here now
Candori am not the person you thinkCandor in Letters More Like This
and you will realize that all too soon.
i am not what people have built me up to be
and i am destroying myself in trying to measure up.
i am not interesting.
if i were a puzzle, all of my pieces
would be careworn with age and wear
colors dull and muted--
a picture prosaically familiar;
there is nothing pretty to look at here.
i am not beautiful. i am not the kind of person
that they write about,
stories and poems that make you cry.
i am not strange enough to be special,
but i am not normal enough to fit in.
i am not fragile enough to engender support,
but i am not strong enough to help myself
let alone those who are foolish enough to rely on me.
i am not a delicate collectible
that people wish to adopt
and call my problems their own.
i am a dusty cliché
that has seen better days.
let me be clear:
i am none of these things.
i am not.
041. estivalEstival girl,041. estival in Free Verse More Like This
the sun slides through
your veins like blood.
I was drawn;
a moth to the flame.
005. happy birthdayHappy birthday to005. happy birthday in Free Verse More Like This
a face turned blue with
cold, and hands
splayed red on the
pavement.
Salvation.You need not walk in darkness,Salvation. in Free Verse More Like This
I will set alight the world.
Feet up on the dashboard.We're driving and I don't know where.Feet up on the dashboard. in Free Verse More Like This
I know that once upon a time
beauty and terror happened to me all at once
and since that night I haven't been able
to tell the two apart,
and I know that your left hand is
more beautiful than your right, but your
right knows how to touch me best.
You said,
"every mouth I've ever kissed
was practice for you,"
and I said,
"darling I don't care,
I've kissed them too."
And you know that what I mean is
I've kissed the ashes of their memory from
your lips and shovelled them from between
your teeth with my tongue,
that I'd pry
them from the back of your throat if
I thought you'd try to hide them
back there
Birthday celebrations.Twenty-three cigarettesBirthday celebrations. in Free Verse More Like This
at midnight in honour of
the years you might have
lived,
but chose not to.
The problem with writing poetry.The problem with writing poetryThe problem with writing poetry. in Free Verse More Like This
is that real life doesn't write nice poems.
Your budget is not going to
inspire anything but stress, perhaps,
and the unwashed linen won't
make hearts soar.
To write nice poems,
you have to take real life and
unrealise it;
twist vines into its hair,
set its bare feet down on the forest
floor and call it free.
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
tucked away
in her chest.
they say
she's got skin
unworthy to write
poetry on,
but
she tapes those
lovelies
to her limbs
anyway.
What is loveShe has these long, storm fingers.What is love in Free Verse More Like This
The kind that leave me wide-eyed and angry.
This gargoyle heart that beats 6 times slower than it should—
As she loves to leave me with half finished sentences
and a p o e t i c tongue covered in ink.
She spreads jealous heat along my cheeks,
as my nights are filled with stardust dreams.
Her words fight off hurricane nightmares.
She is a ribcage embrace,
warming these thin origami bones and
tattooing monochromatic love stories along my curves.
Tiger EyesHidden between a ribcageTiger Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
not fit for company, or
mid-winter loving,
I grasped your heart, tightly.
We were a mess of ugly
metaphors, and tongues
gone limp-from far to many
late night, gunpowder kisses.
The kind that left nostalgic
paper cut hearts that burned
and ached, lonesome for you
after months of itching.
Tired, but deadly, I once found
you resting at my feet, peering
up with hungry tiger eyes and
claws unsheathed.
[ I never wanted you more. ]
PhoenixThere is a fire in your blood,Phoenix in Free Verse More Like This
my dear,—not even a thousand
kisses deep could extinguish.
One caress of golden flames
will scorched the prints of
many a frostbitten future.
NymphShe has a fear of drowning.Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Of losing herself beneath the
cold lonely waters of [chaos]
and many nights spent
fending off the nightmares.
Hiding small bones
behind black and white
photographs and shy artsy
fingers, she still believes
In faeries, of myths and
of legends: because
sharp toothed realities
are to hard for this pixie
heart to bear.
Poets do it betterPaper thin wordsPoets do it better in Free Verse More Like This
hang off the tongue
of an angst ridden poet
who writes his verses
on used napkins—
in hopes that one day
his words will get him
in your bed.
Poetry turned angry,
clinging silhouettes,
teeth and cold fingertips
between the sheets.
His words make you
moan false religions
as you lay vulnerable
to the strokes of his pen.
3:34 AM: On Poets-We merely think a lot about nothing,3:34 AM: On Poets- in Free Verse More Like This
and then, we think some more.
Until our veins crack from consuming to much ink,
and our eyes bleed black—
Then do we write them down,
having forgotten where we started in the first place.
Tell me what I'm missing.Tell me pretty boy with the broken wingsTell me what I'm missing. in Free Verse More Like This
--Are you a fallen angel?
One sent to tempt me with thine beauty?
Press thy lips against this cheek,
and show me what I'm missing.
Oh the irony...
-An Angels lips upon a sinners cheek-
EchoesI'm listening forEchoes in Free Verse More Like This
e
c
h
o
e
s,
Answers
to my many
s
i
l
e
n
t
Scorpions and Love LettersI never longed to hear him call meScorpions and Love Letters in Free Verse More Like This
'Dear Heart' as if he wrote love letters
to his own, bloody mass of an organ
that beat up a rhythm between my
bruised yet sturdy, castle ribs.
Anonymous scribbles,
itching between the stitching
of a patchwork Frankenstein.
As I will never give it up to the poet
with the sloppy tongue-
ugly verses dripping from his lips
like a love sick plague
leaving me hollow;
a soulless shell seeking escape.
I'll never love him.
This Scorpio heart is mine.
Covered in barbed wire,
It stings and it cries—
but it rips and it tears
and it bites—
Torn and BeatenButterfly delicaciesTorn and Beaten in Free Verse More Like This
Gentle in the whispering wind
Floating on the drift of their wings
A beautiful creature
Supported by such little weight
One turn can snap its wings
A change in events can turn it around
And a mighty storm can bring it
Crumpled
Torn
Beaten
Shredded
To
The
Ground
When the Clock is TickingGrowl…When the Clock is Ticking in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep…
Dream…
Food…
Awaken…
Suffer…
Help…?
Care to Come In?If my life is the ground, then I am a graveyardCare to Come In? in Free Verse More Like This
Dead fragments of memories mount themselves in the roots of my inside
Each one marked with a name, a place, a date
They are walked upon by broken souls, careless feet
Each is known by engraved letters
They’ll be there forever,
But new life always finds itself on the surface
Once Upon a TimeOnce looked up to,Once Upon a Time in Free Verse More Like This
Now faced down
Stuck in the hills of a valley,
In a faraway town
Unknown future,
Unsure fate
Decisions are made
Causing his heart to fade
Upturned career
Wishing success was near
But nothing done to strive
Procrastination settlement obvious to the human eye
Drunken nights
Fading black on wasted nights
Swept away
From a forgotten successful path
Failing miserably
What road will he take?
Oh, how I wish he could see
All he’s done to me
Influence plays a great role
In the lives of many young children
His mind is blind to that fact,
And soon enough this will bite him in the ass
Good luck in life brother,
I wish you t
An Open BookI don’t appreciate the liesAn Open Book in Free Verse More Like This
I want to know what you’re hiding
I want to see what lies beneath
What runs through your mind?
I don’t want your kindness anymore
If you choose to continue in this manner
My heart lies somewhere else
I’ve come to know the truth
All the words I couldn’t bring myself to say before
They are here now,
Open if you want them
I am done caring too much
What more have I got to lose?
HeldIf life was actually only our dreamsHeld in Free Verse More Like This
And in our dreams; reality wasn’t based off society
And society simply didn’t exist
Wouldn’t our “lives” hold so much more?
ShatterWhat am I waiting for?Shatter in Free Verse More Like This
Suspense builds & builds
Until the walls come crumbling down
My inner-self is left tattered & torn
I am unavailable
To the world, surrounding features, & figures
I am shielded
My shield made of masks of many years,
Tears of many years,
Experiences from time’s grasp.
It cannot be broken.
I am closed.
I am concealed.
You cannot find me here.
My silent screams will lead you astray.
Do not be fooled!
I really do wish for a shoulder to cry on.
I really am screaming in unnoticed agony
My eyes are glazed over,
Do not be fooled by the shells of “strength” covering the contrasting blue
Arms to hold me,
And only
Rewarding PiecesShattered glassRewarding Pieces in Free Verse More Like This
Back to the past
A new one has begun
Transcending space & time
Knowing you’re not leaving soon
That’s okay
I enjoy your evil presence
I have the tools
I’ve got the mindset
Let’s go on with this,
No fear to be had!
Easily hidden
Make-up will not cover up
But a mask will do the trick
Painfully forbidden
But I must continue doing
What is wrong
It is a comfort
I have no shame
Just do not ask to see
Then I will hide my stricken face
So much hurt lies beneath
But it has been taken
By the jagged sharpness
Pulse AwakeningI’m standing in the middle of a two-way roadPulse Awakening in Free Verse More Like This
There are cars speeding both directions
I am trying to find my way through them
It is nearly impossible,
None want to slow!
Lights blare through my eyes
Night has fallen
I am beginning to grow weary
My pulse quickens
My feet are anxious to take a step
My brain is hesitant
I move an inch
I am alarmed at the intensity of passing cars
I have to run to be able to make it through
I take a whole step
I am barely a centimeter from being hit
I take a deep breath……….
And awaken
It was only a nightmare
But the nightmare has me
This is the feeling I always feel
Now it has been made
A Noteworthy DefinitionWhat is the meaning of this?A Noteworthy Definition in Free Verse More Like This
Your mind craves to know the answer
Well, I have the perfect response for you
I am tired
Oh, so very tired
Tired? Go lay down then!
No, no, I am afraid you do not understand!
I can’t simply sleep, & be revived
No, that is not what tired is!
Well, what is it then?
I will tell you!
There may be circles under your eyes,
Your body may feel weak,
Your head may crave a pillow to lie on,
And you may long to be held as you drift away
But that is still not what I am talking about
There will be circles under your eyes,
Your body will feel weak,
Your head does crave a pillow to lie on,
And you do long to be held as you
it doesn't matter, i still get a shitty deali've always believed that the worst things happenit doesn't matter, i still get a shitty deal in Free Verse More Like This
to the best people
but bad things also happen to people who deserve them
and to be honest, i can't decide which category i go in.
i don't want to lose the best thing in my lifei have written these words so many timesi don't want to lose the best thing in my life in Free Verse More Like This
in so many different ways but
i have loved you for always, for so long, that i do not know
when it began -
there was no falling, no slip,
no descent into this madness -
there was only loving you
[subconsciously and unconsciously and wordlessly
until now]
it has been one year and eight months and fourteen days
and i had never expected this to happen.
how short six hundred twenty-five days seem when looking at it like this.
it isn't over, i hope it won't be over,
i am not yet prepared to unclench myself from you,
not yet.
i know what happens,
that absence makes the heart grow weaker -
fonder
rebellion"teenagers always think they're going to change something,rebellion in Free Verse More Like This
and then they have kids and realize they're acting the exact same way their parents did"
really?
actually, excuse me.
no.
fuck no.
maybe you grew up wanting to cure cancer
or become president or lead the battle against world hunger
but all i want to become
is a parent who listens to her child
instead of doing what you do.
i hate hurting, so i hurt myself.dear everyone (but mostly you),i hate hurting, so i hurt myself. in Free Verse More Like This
i like to write letters. and i like to fuck things up.
maybe it isn't such a big deal, but i was taught to be afraid of breaking anything,
and now it seems like i'm only good at doing that.
i like to procrastinate and i don't think things through
and then you get mad at me and the only thing i can think is
shit shit shit shit shit don't leave
don't hate me, don't hate me please
everything's fine.
i can tell myself that, and it's true. for a while.
and then there are these days.
these days when i do something wrong, even if no one else notices,
and i just disgust myself.
i want someone to p
heart and souli began looking for loveheart and soul in Free Verse More Like This
in places other than your arms,
and i think there was enough art
in that alone to break us.
unsent rosesour love is gone. it is the lost hope of a dying woman and a baby who will never know the earth. it is the rotting flowers beside the grave of someone with so much life left to live. it is the fallen tears into the parched soil, shed for those who have gone and left nothing but heartache and faded memories. it is the scared child clinging tightly to his teddy bear. it is the roses that will never be sent.unsent roses in Free Verse More Like This
and it is all the sappy love songs that stop playing when our lovers
leave us.
011. Memoryhe gave me letters and earrings and hugs011. Memory in Free Verse More Like This
and the name of a really good pizza place to try someday
he gave me hopes and ideas
about what i would do and where i would go
and about how we'd always always be able to stay in touch
and then that someday came
the pizza wasn't that great,
i ripped up those letters
he took those earrings back and threw them away
all those false hopes and bad ideas
and a fleeting feeling of hugs that were given sparingly
and all those things he gave me,
i wouldn't mind forgetting all of them
as long as i never lose the memories i've made with you
to hermione, from dracoSomedayto hermione, from draco in General More Like This
I hope to find that place
The home I have always wanted
But never even been to
Somehow
I will turn the clock around
So that I can start anew
With no one by my side
But you
And soon, I hope, we will
Find a way
To escape from the ones
Who wish us to stay
By this time, my dear,
I believe I’ve made it clear
That no matter what,
I will always be
Yours
The Fourteen Stages (revisited)The Fourteen Stages of Dealing With Loss:The Fourteen Stages (revisited) in Free Verse More Like This
One. None of this can be true. I know you're a trickster, a jester, a comedian, and this is exactly the type of thing you'd pull. I know how it's supposed to work, and your departure - it doesn't happen like this.
Two. I am an empty house, with two cats left scratching at the door, waiting for you to return. There is nothing left for me. I am tired of crying in the corner of my closet, but time flies and flies and sometimes, I cannot wait for the clocks to stop ticking.
Three. Your hands are like magnets and I feel mine burn when you don't hold them. You are everything to me, your love more importa
i hope you read thisdear boy:i hope you read this in Free Verse More Like This
no matter how many roses crumble to ash,
i will still love their lingering scent.
no matter how quickly the birds fly from sight,
i still treasure the sound of their song.
do you see what i mean?
there is more to love than touch.
i cannot help that you are a live wire and each touch to my skin
is a shock that leaves me craving more.
you wield it against me
(and often)
but there are more sparks here than just body to body
- i think -
there is more to love than touch.
and perhaps my examples of building you an empire,
making you a king,
are a bit far-fetched and overused
but you know it's true when i say
i'll do anything y
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