Be the ArtistWith colors we paint the world.Be the Artist in Free Verse More Like This
With pencils we write the story.
With pens we sketch the imagination.
Imagine beyond your neighborhood.
Imagine beyond your country.
Imagine beyond your world.
Paint the sky purple,
draw rainbow birds flying through the sky.
Color the grass orange,
water it with flames.
Do anything, nothing, or everything.
Create. Destroy. Discover.
Change the world,
one piece of artwork at a time.
Human Labeler "Oh my God she's so fat!"Human Labeler in Free Verse More Like This
"Look at her hair!"
"God does what the fuck is she wearing?"
That's all that's said nowadays.
Guidelines that the world must follow.
Where do we draw the line?
When will we stop labeling those who are different
and not in our clique?
The labels that we give others,
may hurt them more than you think.
Pill Popped LoveLilyPill Popped Love in Short Stories More Like This
"I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up." I repeated to myself over and over.
My whole body was shaking.
I just now realized what I had done.
Ended my life.
Not yet actually but give me ten more minutes and I'll be dead.
Funny how the world will label me one last time, the final time.
I wonder how long it will take for people to find me, find me lifeless.
Find me Dead. Dead. Dead.
It's starting to sink in.
I'll be gone forever. Dead. Dead. Dead.
No Heaven or Hell for me to enter.
I don't believe in any of that shit anyway.
If there was a God he would've helped me, stopped me.
He wouldn't have let me die.
Seven minutes left.
I wish I had said goodbye to everyone.
It is the least they deserve.
"But would they even care.
No. Not my parents. Not my friends. Not anyone. Not even-"
-I would care.
How did he find me?
I sped off from school, went to my house, grabbed the pills, and drove directly to bridge.
I wasn't going to jump, I just want to see the world one last time befo
Inside The Heart Of Dark AngelInside The Heart of a Dark AngelInside The Heart Of Dark Angel in Free Verse More Like This
Each time you give me pain,
It tears through my heart
The soreness is so intense,
It makes me hold my breath.
I want to lash out at you!
So you can feel what you have caused
I want you to feel the same agony
You have burdened my heart with.
I want this pain to burn right through you like acid!
As it eats away at your flesh,
Like a knife ripping and tearing
Your blackened heart to shreds
Making it bleed as mine has,
Until there is nothing left.
The chains of love that you wrapped my heart
Pulls tighter and tighter
Squeezing, choking, and suffocating me
Until I can no longer breathe.
Every breathe is like a trial of labor,
All due to the pain you have caused me.
The desire that used to burn for you
Has turned into a hellish inferno of hate.
Blazing with nothing more than
Detestation and abhorrence
All through my body and soul!
This rage I feel inside
Fuels my hatred of you,
Giving me the energy I need to keep going.
No MoreNo MoreNo More in Free Verse More Like This
I want to carve my heart out!!!
I don't want it no more!!
I can't handle this pain that lies
It is too much to handle,
Too much to bare...
Just give me the knife
So I can end it all here!
Or if not that way...
Let me slash at my wrists,
Making deep cuts and watching
The blood drip...
My life means nothing,
For I can't handle it no more!
This heart has been hurt too
Much and I can't handle it
I want the pain to end,
To just go away.
I want it to end today,
To all fade away...
Just to close my eyes
And slumber always....
An endless sleep,
Where nothing resides...
Just the darkness around
Me and no more pain inside....
Release My HeartRelease My HeartRelease My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
"So far you are right"....?... does it mean that there is more......
Yes there is more,
For my heart is big,
More words can be said,
More feelings that are there,
Yet I hold them back,
Caged in they are,
For this heart is caged in,
Safe from all harm,
Hurtful words, and
Time will tell,
What else shall be brought forth,
So until that moment,
Keep reading between the
And all shall be revealed,
All in due time,
The answers are there,
Staring you in the face,
Yet you can't read with your eyes,
Oh no, for then the words will be
For only the heart can see what
is not seen,
Only the soul can find the inner
answer you seek,
So close your eyes,
Open you heart
Then you may finally find
To open the cage,
To release this beating heart....
Come BackCome BackCome Back in Free Verse More Like This
I am in that black hole,
And it is trying so hard to swallow me whole
But you have been my anchor,
My strength and shield,
Holding onto my hand,
And never yielding or giving in,
You have been my hope .
That ray of light,
Shining the way through this darkness,
My star shining so very bright.
And now that you will leave,
It seems to have dimmed,
Even though in spirit I know you are still there
That is why I shall do my best to stay strong,
To feel you near .
Closing my eyes and feeling the touch of your hand,
The tip of your finger as it wipes away my tears,
The sternness in your voice as I dare to kiss the blade,
The gentleness of your hug, when I feel my world is fading.
You have become more to me than you shall ever know,
For these lips will never speak what my heart does know...
Just hurry back for I don't know how long I can hold on,
Hurry back to this Angel,
These Angels waiting arms ..
Holding On....Holding OnHolding On.... in Free Verse More Like This
I know how I get when I lose that control,
No voice of reason can bring me back to the fold,
Yet one person does, and he shall not be here,
One person from miles away calms my fears,
A gentle hand from so far away wipes my tears,
Giving me hugs through the air...
But I know you will still be strong enough...
Strong enough to hold on,
To fight all the confusion,
And all the pain.
No distance can erase your strength...
I hear what you say,
Yet hear my words to,
I am so tired of being strong,
I am tired of the pain and confusion as well,
Can't you see my wings are broken?
No longer floating in heaven,
But gliding down into hell
A place of darkness
For that is how it shall be
Without you here with me
Cause I have seen the broken wings,
I have seen the shattered remains.
That is why I taped them well,
So that you can hold on,
At least for a few more days
Hold on and stay away from the darkness,
So that you can let the wings heal
And until I will
An Angel's MaskAn Angel's MaskAn Angel's Mask in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding the tears,
Hiding the shame,
Hiding self loathing,
Hiding the pain,
Donning my mask
Behind this mask so many emotions I feel,
Never again will I share them
and express how I feel,
Buried deep they will stay,
away from all that causes me pain.
Taking off this mask was a big mistake,
All it did was cause me more misery
Trusting people, letting them in,
only caused me to be hurt again.
So from this moment on none will see,
all of this turmoil inside of me.
I will smile in your face,
and you won't know,
the depths of the tears,
that run from my soul. '
My laughter is the screams,
that echo in my mind.
My joy is the fear,
that lurks from behind.
The twinkling gleam you see in my eyes,
are really tears I try to hide.
Up and down my emotions glide,
but never will you see this;
it is hidden inside.
Never again will this mask come off
It is safer here in the dark,
An Angel smile is what you
Happiness and joy I will spread
Hopes LossHopes LossHopes Loss in Free Verse More Like This
Silent tears flow from these Angels eyes
All my hopes and dreams have died,
No more light can filter through,
For thoughts of not being with you..
Gone with the wind, amongst the breeze
Are the dreams I had of you and me..
Leaving a broken heart to cry,
Drowning in my tears of Hopes Loss.
This broken soul cries endlessly,
Feeling the pain of what could be.
Even though I should know better..
These feelings I have inside won't die,
I try to keep them locked in place
But there are times they burst forth.
Demanding to be heard,
Needing to be felt.
I remember the words you spoke that fateful day,
That you and me are impossible in so many ways..
Those words that tore at my heart,
Leaving an ache in its wake.
But it still doesn't change the feelings I have for you,
I long to run and hold you close,
Spilling forth all that I feel for you.
I don't though, swallowing it all back inside.
The dream I've had on so many nights
Its still oh sweet, but hauntingly so
See I saw th
Maybe Its TrueMaybe It's TrueMaybe Its True in Free Verse More Like This
Am I really pulling away
Could be what you say is true
It's just I'm not very sure
That you feel the way I do
You see my heart is very fragile
Just waiting to be crushed
I'm not sure you realize
How vulnerable I am
Its not that I want to back away
Because the opposite is true
I didn't think I was doing it
I want to give my trust to you
Please try to understand
My feelings for you run to deep
Enfolding my inner being
Vibrating through my soul
Thoughts of you fill my head
Your face drifts through my mind
Your voice forever in my ears
Your words caressing my heart
Fantasizing of being with you
Wanting to be one with you
Inflaming desires within me
Making me burn for your touch
I'm frightened of how much I love you
Unconsciously I may have pulled away
It's just I'm not very sure
That you feel the way I do
Hide, hide, hideHide, hide, hideHide, hide, hide in Free Verse More Like This
Underneath my smile
My world is breaking
Hide, hide, hide
Until I fear death no longer
Since I've already died a thousand times
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"
Hide, hide, hide
While my arms are getting slid
What doesn't kill you
Makes you wish it did.
ForGOtteNEYou see her pass and you think not a thing. She is another person, just a forgetful face on your journey to unconsciousness. You keep wrapped up in your protective shell and never glance out at the ones who need help.ForGOtteNE in Short Stories More Like This
Do you realize the pain she feels?
She goes home to an empty house and wonders if things were really meant to be this way. She lights up a cigarette, only to throw it out moments later in favor of that tall bottle in the fridge.
Do you hear her cries of hopelessness?
She always seems so strong. People think she can move mountains if she wants to. No one sees how broken she is. No one notices the ghost of an unborn child hanging over her shoulder, whispering dark words into the would-be mother's ear.
Can you feel her breaking heart?
Three rings appear in her dreams, and never can she escape them. One is protection. The other commitment. The last, eternity. Is she doomed to dance in a ball that is not hers? Will she be pushed and shoved to the endless o
Music Is My WingsPeople say the origin of music came from the human body; the heart, that everlasting beat that spurs our motions forward. It is the music that is always with us, bringing out the musician within us so that we may give forth a plethora of tunes to mold together, creating a blessing of sound that is so very pleasing to the ears.Music Is My Wings in Short Stories More Like This
I feel completely inclined to agree with the afore-mentioned statement, because my heart is the only music that I know. The rhythmic beating within my chest is the closest I will feel to music, save for the vibrations from large and sturdy stereo speakers. I have never known what it is like to hear the sounds of music, those melodies intertwined together for so wonderful a purpose.
I was born deaf.
I see the notes on the paper, I see the instruments that make the music and learn how they work but I cannot hear the cacophony of sounds that they create. I have read that voices are different; yet I do not even know what my own is like. People tell me that I hav
Music Lessons"Nana, you have to take lessons! You have so much talent, it would be a shame to waste it."Music Lessons in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But mama, I-"
"Shush! I'll have no objections. I am your mother, and therefore I decide what is best for you. And I have decided that music lessons are what you are in need of, Nana."
I sighed in defeat. I had always enjoyed the rich variation of that thing called music, but I would rather sit at my desk and draw instead of learn how to 'properly' sing and play music.
"I will find a teacher for you by the end of the week! You will start on Monday." was the bold declaration of my mother. To me, it was a four-day countdown to daily torture. Music and even sound in general were important to me. An accident as a child had robbed me of my sight, and while I still had my eyes, I was told they were now a soft, milky color and clouded over.
Despite this, I continued my passion of drawing. Even though I adored drawing, I constantly felt an intense sadness whenever I finished a piece of art, for I could
-Close My Eyes-Close my eyes-Close My Eyes- in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't want to see
I want to let this world pass me
The pain and hurt
The sadness and lies
I know I'll fail through all my tries
My heart can't stand it
I can't take the pain
What does this cruelty have to gain?
I close my eyes
I don't want to see
Just let this world pass by me.
Chill PoisonI bring the cup of poison to my lips, knowing the fate that will befall me as the deadly liquid slides down my throat.Chill Poison in Short Stories More Like This
What choice do I have?
If I do not take the fatal drink it will be passed unto my soul mate, the one to whom my heart belongs so completely.
Better for me to die, so the very being whom makes me breathe will not suffer.
As I tip the goblet and swallow the contents, a single tear slips down my pallid cheek. I know my beloved will cry. I know I will cause that perfect creature pain and heartache when my lover finds out about my death.
I am labeled self-sacrificing, but I prefer to see myself as one in love. I will kill a kingdom for my heart incarnate if the decision ever befalls me.
I start to feel cold and I know the disease is spreading swiftly through my body. My heart slows and my breath weakens.
I hear voices, faint voices as my captors enter the room.
My vision is blurred but I can make out their shapes and hear their words. They boast of plans as if I am not ther
Love Takes TimeHer heart fluttered. How could he put butterflies in her stomach with just a little smile? It was almost unfair, the way he made her heart melt. She felt like putty in his hands whenever he touched her. And at the moment, he was hugging her. Mattie's face was bright red, but she hugged him back. It was terrible, the reason she had even finally gotten a hug from him.Love Takes Time in Short Stories More Like This
"I promise I'll come visit, okay Mattie? Don't worry about it." He let go of her and smiled those smiles that made her weak in the knees. "Okay. I'll miss you, Jake." She knew it was safe to say that. After all, it was normally what people said to someone who was moving. Even so, his response made her heart ache with sadness. "I'll miss you too, Mattie. But I'll come visit, don't worry."
He got in the car, and fifteen year old Mattie Daniels watched as her first crush moved away.
"Mattie, you never told me you have a boyfriend!" Nineteen year old Mattie Daniels turned away from the mirror, where she
Justice, Sweet RevengeHis dark brown eyes burned with hatred. So close, he was so very close to fulfilling the only goal he held in his life since that fateful day. Revenge. The travelers from England had a little settlement below the rolling hill of forest that hid the Indian man's tribe. The palefaces had invaded early on in the year, slaughtering any Indians that they deemed 'savage', including his beloved sister. She had tried to hit a paleface with a bowl when they attacked. That was all that was needed for them to kill her with those thunder sticks that shot death.Justice, Sweet Revenge in Short Stories More Like This
He had tried to defend her. Tried to protect his sister and his tribe. But all that he succeeded in achieving was being knocked out and gaining a scar down his face, over his left eye. It was nasty and jagged, running from his hairline down to his jaw. The palefaces would never be forgiven.
Bloodhawk was crouched in the bushes that spotted the hill. He was focused upon his target; the men with thunder sticks that stood near the entrance of
The Box of MysteryI pushed through the growing crowd, forcing my way to the front to see what I had come to view. The townsfolk were calling it Pandora's Box. Who in their right minds would carelessly open up a box that fell from the sky, after all? It sat there in the middle of the crowd, in a small crater that it had made upon impact. Thanks to the crater, people were still keeping a safe distance from the box. It was shiny metal with golden trim, very enticing to the eyes. Intricate designs laced along the sides and the top, and the clasp that held the lid of the box closed was made up of several golden interwoven vines.The Box of Mystery in Short Stories More Like This
The town officials stood nearby, looking at the mysterious box and whispering anxiously to each other. They didn't know what to do. No one did. To open it could potentially mean death for everyone in the village. But it could potentially be nothing, as well. The biggest question on everyone's mind was quite simple, but difficult to answer; was it worth it?
Days passed and no one touc
Giantess Cat GirlHi, my name is Tanya. Now, I'm not your typical cat-girl. Sure I've got fur, ears, a tail and paws, but I'm not as small as people might think. Really, I'm just a fifty foot giantess cat-girl! And today well, today I'm going to tell you how to terrorize a city.Giantess Cat Girl in Short Stories More Like This
See, I get bored. And when I get bored, I want to do something. But being as tall as I am, I can't really go for a stroll in the mall or play videogames. So I usually go for a swim in the ocean, or in this case go rampaging through a city! There's nothing more fun than scaring a thousand tiny people with just a walk through a city. But if you want to have a LOT of fun, then you really have to play it out! Come on, I'll tell you about the steps to terrorizing while we head for the city.
First and foremost, you should let your appearance get a little bedraggled. The more unkempt you are, the better. For instance, I've let my hair get really long and scraggly. I haven't even tried to brush it in a week. And don't bathe. D
-Mystery Is The Shadow Of The Moon-Mystery is history like the shadow of the moon. One can't forget the things they saw or those they owe a boon. They prattle and they rattle with their countings all day long. Their merry minds are fogged and filled with nothing ever wrong. Yes, mystery is history like the shadow of the moon. A timber-tomber reckoning is surely coming soon. No dilly-dally offering proceeds the day before. Just shadowed shallow figurines knocking at the door. Oh, mystery is history like the shadow of the moon. A hero hides the willingness of subtly being loon. He flies and lies and swallows fear and says that all is well. But drips and drops of sanity are sending him to hell. Why, mystery is history like the shadow of the moon. And those still strive to see it but it won't be coming soon.-Mystery Is The Shadow Of The Moon- in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This