I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,Just For Laughs! in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
The Dark Age of EquestriaThe Dark Age of Equestria:The Dark Age of Equestria in Free Verse More Like This
Long ago, when the stars were still young
The kingdom of Equestria burned in the fires of unholy war
For the Earth ponies, opressed by the noble unicorns
turned to the darker forces for aid and assistance
It began with a young Earth Pony, Rosenheart
Who was told by the Unicorns to pay her taxes on time
The Pegasi were sent to enforce this and she refused
"The taxes are too high!" she pleaded
sweat trickling down her face
"I cannot pay these taxes or my babies will starve!"
but the Pegasi cared not and simply took what they came for
They left her home a broken and cold place...
In desperation, she begged to the shadows that lurked around her
she asked them to help her and for this she would pay
she would pay any price that they asked
but the price they asked for was terrible indeed...
He came as a cloaked figure, standing on two legs
He was not like everypony else, instead he was something more
His eyes glowed red, like burning rubies
wreathed in malice
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
A Parody of RomanceA Parody of Romance:A Parody of Romance in Free Verse More Like This
Often I see a number of poets
Who speak of love as an ephemeral thing
An ethereal problem, that lasts for a moment
And yet it leaves a sting...
Boring! I say, there is no fun in that
I need to create a different feel
So let me offer you a parody, my love-sick friend
Of the love that you thought was real:
-switch accents here to a standard african american rapper-
See, the thing I love about a girl
Is when she got a booty shinin' like a blindin' pearl
All the flash gear she wearin' just accentuate
And her rack make all the girlies wanna hate
She sway into the club and now she drop it low
She got my pants in a knot and I wanna know
How to get her number with a couple drinks
Take her back my place when she gettin' pink
Let me try and tell you how I love all her curves
And the way that she move when she makin' love
Man her voice is the best when she whisperin'
Got a rap from Wayne playin' on the wing
See that's the kind of the booty that I love and
Heavy StressI seem to be awake at nightHeavy Stress in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For my mind is rushing on
The stress will always haunt me
Into the hours of the morn
I've never been a nervous man
But some nights I need to think
I find myself so filled with stress
I seek the bathroom sink
Out it goes
And chokes the nose
The dizzying thoughts of this bitter stress
Forgive me mother, I can't be the best...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th May 2012
Black Butler Seven Minutes in Heaven PaulaBlack Butler Seven Minutes in Heaven Paula in Romance More Like This
“It's time once again to let one of the handsome men have a turn at picking.” Grell fanned himself. “Oh yes, it is definitely their turn.” He ran over to you, taking your hand and pulled you up to the center of the room. “Hurry now, we don't want to keep everyone waiting.”
As soon as Grell held out his red purse, you placed your hand inside and started feeling around. Your hand touched something that made a light jingling sound. “Bells, that's a pretty obvious item right there.” Since everyone now knew what one of the items inside were, you lifted it up and claimed it as your own. “Who put the bells in the purse?”
“Oh, me. I did that.” Paula moved from the couch to stand beside you. She didn't say anything else, just stood there and smiled happily.
“Okay then you two love birds, let's get you in my little closet of romance.” Grell walked strutted over to the closet and
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Mey-RinBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Mey-Rin in Romance More Like This
“I think it's high time we let the boys play. Why don't you come up first hm? You're rather handsome.” Grill giggled and grabbed hold of your hand. “Just follow me now.” He pulled you up to the center of the room and grabbed his purse. “Here you are.”
You somewhat hesitantly placed your hand in the purse, grabbing an item as fast as you could and pulling your hand out. The object was a very small piece of blue cloth. “I'm, not even sure what this would be used for.” You looked at the object closer, looking for some way to identify who it might belong to.
“Oh, that's mine yes it is.” Mey-Rin stumbled up to where you were standing, she was already blushing terribly. “I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner, I made you wait.” She pressed her hands on her cheeks and shook her head, upset with herself.
Grell gave May-Rin's shoulder a pat. “It's okay, I'm sure he's not mad. Now, we should get you two all locked up
D.Gray Man Seven Minutes in Heaven KomuiD.Gray Man Seven Minutes in Heaven Komui in Romance More Like This
You walk up to the middle of the cafeteria to take your turn. You place your hand into the large box and begin looking for an item. Almost immediately strange sounds come from the box, sounds that almost sound like someone talking, but in a robotic voice. You find the source and pull it from the box. It's a small robot, wearing a baret. "Please tell me this isn't what I think it is."
Komui half dances up to you and takes the robot from your hands, holding it high above his head. "It's a Sir Komlin mini. I thought if he was small and fragile like this maybe you all wouldn't be so mean to him." He snuggled the robot affectionately.
"Komui, your robots like to kill people, just think of poor Allen. That's why we're mean to them." Lavi shrugged. "Anyway, your item was picked, so let's get you two into the closet."
"Fine, but I'm bringing Sir Komlin with me. I don't trust you all not to destroy him during the seven minutes I'm in there." Komui clung tight
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven LauBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Lau in Romance More Like This
“Next one, next one, who's the next one?” Grell danced around the room singing his little song until stopping at you. “You're the next one yes you are. Follow me now my dear.” He was still talking in a singsongy voice as he led you to the middle of the ballroom. “Here we are, in the center of the room, all eyes on us.” He giggled. “Now, pick your item dear.”
“Way to make everything all weird and tense Grell.” You placed your hand in his purse and pulled out some sort of strange looking plant. “What, the heck is this?” You studied the plant a moment before Sebastian took it from your hands.
“My most since apologies, but opium is not something that the young master cares to have in his home.” Sebastian turn and walked away with the item without another word.
“Lau, opium is your item, isn't it?” Grell had an annoyed look on his face.
“Ah! So it is.”
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven CielBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Ciel in Romance More Like This
Grell calls you to the middle of the room to pick out an item from his purse. You feel around, picking a small item as yours. It's a piece of candy baring the Funtom label. Even though you know Ciel ran the Funtom company, you weren't sure if he was the one who put the candy in the purse. "Is this your item master Ciel?" You held the small item between your thumb and pointer fingers for him to see.
Ciel didn't look pleased that you were holding his item. He nodded. "Yes, unfortunately it is. I thought with an item as small as that, my chances of getting picked were rather slim. Apparently not." He scoffed and stood up, reluctantly heading for the closet.
"Oh my, he doesn't seem happy at all now does he? You'd better hurry along now before he get's impatient with you." Grell giggled as he walked you to the closet. "I'll be back for you two in seven minutes now." He winked and blew you both a kiss. "Have fun." The door now shut and locked, you sat in dar
Till the Sun Comes Up Wales X ReaderTill the Sun Comes Up Wales X Reader in Romance More Like This
"Okay I'm ready, I have enough popcorn here to feed an army. Are you all set? You didn't pick something all girly did you?" Wales plopped down beside you on the couch with the biggest bowl of popcorn you'd ever seen. "I can't stand those sappy, cheesy kind of movies you know."
You shook our head and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "I'm not telling you what I picked. You'll just have to watch it and find out." You grabbed the remote and turned on the first episode of your favorite TV show. The two of you had decided to stay up all night and watch TV shows until the sun came up. If either of you fell asleep, the other got to brutally prank the sleeping person. You were ready though, you had a full supply of energy drinks and candy. No way you would fall asleep.
"well I guess it is your night to pick, I shouldn't complain." He snuggled you closer as the show began. Only a few minutes in to it, he had become completely entranced. "This is amazing How have I never see, or even heard o
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven AgniBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Agni in Romance More Like This
“Oh mercy, you look absolutely adorable. You just have to go next my dear.” Grell rushed to you, grabbing you with both hands and dragging you to the center of the room. “Here you are darling.” He held out his red handbag for you. “Choose away.”
“Yes, finally.” You quickly placed your hand in the purse and dug around. A small, round object with a hole in the center got your attention. “This feels like a keeper.” You lifted the object out of the purse. It was a large wooden bead that had been painted a dull gray.
Before you could ask, Agni stood from next to Prince Soma. “That is the item I placed inside the purse. We shall have a turn together.” He walked toward you smiling and gave you a slight bow. “It will be an honor.” He took your hand in his and gave it a kiss.”
“Oh so very gentlemanly.” Grell swooned. “I may just have to steal him from you
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven PolandHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Poland in Romance More Like This
You put your hand into the hat and pull out vivid pink nail polish. "Oh I wonder who this could belong to." You look straight at Poland, who's to busy tormenting Lithuania to notice you had drawn his item.
"Um Poland, I think it's your turn to go in the closet." Lithuania pointed at you, happy to have a moment free from Poland.
"Like hi '____', why do you have my nail polish? Oh, It's totally my turn isn't it?" Poland rushed over to you and half dragged you into the closet. "It's like totally awesome I got you, I was afraid I'd get someone like Ukraine or Belarus." Poland pulled you into a hug and shivered as if scared of something.
"I understand not wanting Belarus, but what's wrong with Ukraine? She's pretty nice you know" You hugged him back tight.
"Oh my god '_____' they don't know fashion from thrift store." He pushed put his lips and waved off the idea. "But you dress nice... Hey, we should like totally swap our clothes while we're in here!" Without a
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven BardBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Bard in Romance More Like This
Grell walked over to you, half dancing and grabbed hold of your hand. “I have chosen you as the next player my dear.” He giggled. “Don't you just feel lucky?” You were brought to the middle of the room and offered Grell's purse. “Go ahead and chose.”
You were a little bit nervous, but placed your hand inside. There was one item you easily recognized. Deciding to go with it, you lifted it from the purse. You had chosen a large metal mixing spoon. “Umm, I don't know who's item I got.”
“Hey, that's mine.” Bard jumped from the couch excitedly and took his place next to you, he was smiling ear to ear.
“Normally I'd have something sarcastic to say, but honestly I don't have any opinion about this guy.” Grell shrugged and walked to the closet. “Get in here you two.” The two of you took your place inside the closet. “See you in seven, don't blow anything up Bard.” Grell l
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven NorwayHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Norway in Romance More Like This
You step up to the hat and pull out a little white cross shaped barrette. "I know who this belongs to." You ran over to Norway and fixed the beret back into his hair. "There you go, that's better."
"Thank you." Norway blushed lightly and took your hand, leading you inside the closet.
"Try to have some fun in there, I doubt you'll be able to even get him to talk though." America left you two alone in the dark, dirty closet. Even though you had known Norway for a while it was still difficult at times to get him to talk, so you decided it best to start the conversation.
"Have you managed to get Iceland to call you big brother yet?" His face brightened immediately at the subject.
"He did call me that once you know, but I think he was just being sarcastic. It's really is hard to tell with that guy sometimes, he's a hard one to read. I'll get him to say it in for everyone to hear one day, just you wait and see." He placed his hand on his chin and chuckled as if picturing the whole ev
RIP Unborn BabyTiny little bodyRIP Unborn Baby in Free Verse More Like This
Quiet little heartbeats.
See this little pea? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Little fingers start to grow
out of tiny little hands.
See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Your tiny legs start to grow
out of your sweet little body.
See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Weak little heartbeat.
Weak little baby.
See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now.
But you don't know that yet.
Gone little heartbeat.
Gone little baby.
See us walking into the doctor's office? That's how excited we are right now.
But you don't know that yet.
"I'm so sorry for your loss."
See these tears on our faces? That's how much we love you right now.
But you don't know that yet.
A baby that had Daddy'
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...
Hello Darling.Hello darling.Hello Darling. in Free Verse More Like This
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
Her Silent SuicideSolid oceans, liquid skies, a silent suicideHer Silent Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Close your eyes and hold your breath so you'll enjoy the ride
Drink the vodka, drink the wine, and drink until you're dead
Hush the others, let them go, and love yourself instead
Bathe beneath the alcoholic's secret wonderland
Medication in your throat and whiskey in your hand
Solid oceans never beat the sand among the shore
Liquid skies melt through the wind and slowly hit the floor
Silence drowns the universe as all does fade to black..
Through a silent suicide… now there's no turning back…
Hurt...Why is it,Hurt... in Free Verse More Like This
That when you try your best
Not to hurt a soul...
You end up getting hurt
More than anybody else?
Tastes Like...Daddy likes to make meTastes Like... in Free Verse More Like This
Eat my words.
I see him hit Mommy
And I know she hurts.
So I tell him, to get her
He has to go through me.
And, well, I can no longer walk
And I can no longer see.
Daddy makes me eat my words
And reality starts to flood.
Yes, Daddy makes me eat my words…
And my words taste like blood.
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
You Only Have So MuchHer fingers are dirty,You Only Have So Much in Free Verse More Like This
Her hair tangled.
She's a mess, some would say.
But at least her heart is pure.
His wrists covered in scars,
His stomach roaring with hunger.
He's damaged, some would say.
But at least his love is whole.
Her breathing is heavy,
And her skin is pale.
She's dying, some would say.
But at least she knows how to live.
At least a woman without a house
Knows how to make a home.
Hand her a loaf of bread,
And she won't devour it,
Because she knows how to treasure
The beauty in life.
At least a boy without a smile
Knows how to hold on,
Longer than someone who's never fallen,
And never dared to learn
How to fly.
At least a girl in the mobile chair
Knows how to capture a moment,
Because she can't quite be sure
How many moments really are
At least someone with so little
Because when you have so much...
You only have so little.
One special personEveryone leaves you.One special person in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone gives up.
Everyone stops loving you, and stops believing in you, and stops caring about you.
Everyone will say something to hurt you.
Everyone will eventually agree with you when you say “I feel worthless”.
And everyone will eventually say something about you.
And everyone will hurt you intentionally.
Everyone leaves you.
And everyone gives up.
But one person, one special person
Will never leave you.
Will never give up on you.
Will never stop loving you, and never stop believing in you, and never stop caring about you.
Never say anything to hurt you.
Never let you say “I feel worthless”, because with them, you won’t.
Never say or listen to anything bad about you.
And never hurt you.
Never leave you.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
Don't.Don't do anything.Don't. in Free Verse More Like This
Anything at all.
Don't try to fall.
Don't think it's all over.
Don't try to leave this place.
For all eternity.
We can laugh.
We can think of this as a hoax.
Make it unreal.
Learn how not to feel.
Be happy with ourselves.
Feel joy once more.
Fear. I am always afraid of nothing ever working out.Fear. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Terrified of bad things going even worse.
Petrified that I will end up nothing.
Scared everything will go wrong.
Life collapsing down suddenly.
Everything becoming nothing.
Nothing being well.
The MatriarchA bond that can't be brokenThe Matriarch in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A bond we'll always share
Even when there's no one else
You're always there to care
You'll always be here
Even if you're not
Even when we glare and leer
Even after we've fought
We aren't always happy
We can't always seem sane
And even if we aren't too sappy
We aren't exactly plain
I know It's your job
But I'm glad that you're here
And I know it can be hard
I'm glad you're happy to be near.
LightlessI never know what to write aboutLightless in Free Verse More Like This
The outcome, I usually despise
I feel hopeless until it hits me
This metaphorical orb of light
This light, filled with ideas
Ideas, showing me the way
The way into that feeling
The feeling of being hopeful once again
Sadly, that light wishes
Never to come around
For some time now,
That orb hasn't been about.
Now, surrounded by darkness,
I'm forced to write alone
Alone with no light
To guide me where to go.
The DevilThe Devil triesThe Devil in Free Verse More Like This
Tries his lies
In a whole new medium
And therefore defies
Everything in his path
The Devil is not a man
Not a man
But a mindset
The almighty ploy
The stepping stones
To a new reality
A new form of thinking
A new way of life
Until He gets you
Until he drags you down
Until your thoughts are nothing but
Nothing but darkness
Yes, that is how he gets you
Will you see the light
The light of happiness
He has taken you
Deformed your life
You are now together.
Until death do you part.
A rock of a worldKicked aroundA rock of a world in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some seem special
Most thrown out
Made to be ruthless
Small than most
He was formed
Now he's useless
Chipped and worn
Cracked but not torn
Having no purpose.
Can't move on his own
No one to be of assistance
He only wants one little thing
He wants to go the distance
He wants to travel very far
Across the land and sea
He wants so much, but can't even move
He can't be what he wants to be
He could be an airplane
Traveling far and fast
Moving at the speed of light
If only he could overcome his awful plight
He could be free.
Freer than he's ever been.
He'd see the world,
See more than he's ever seen
He'll turn to dust
How could he aspire so highly?
None of this could ever be
Condemned to this life below.
Calm.I am calm.Calm. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not calm like a yoga instructor
Not calm like a lonely coroner in the morgue.
Not calm like a doctor telling someone they have an STD
Calm like the ocean on a cool summer night
Calm like a pilot flying his flight
Calm like a sociopath disposing of the remains.
Calm like an actor, acting this way.
Calm enough to burst into tears.
Quiet enough so no one will hear.
Weary enough, but I still never fear.
Never fear anything, ever, at all.
Never show emotion, so I'll never fall.
Calm like the air right after a storm.
Calm like the sound of an empty dorm.
Calm like a person, not alive anymore.
So very calm.
Slow Time, Insane MindSlowly, slowlySlow Time, Insane Mind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time goes by
Depending on what
You're waiting on, why.
Which will eventually
Lead to profanity
Ending in the loss
Time is your boss.
All your sweet sanity
Nonexistent PerfectionShe dreams of perfectionNonexistent Perfection in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect guy, sitting next to her
His perfect smile, shining down at her
His perfect arms, wrapped around her
His perfect voice, soothing as he speaks
His perfect everything, perfectly with her
His words gentle, loving, genuine
He would never lie to her.
He would never cheat on her.
He would never hurt her.
He would never stop talking to her.
He's perfect, remember?
She sits alone
Hurt, indecisive, and unknowing
Of why this dream can't be real.
She waits by herself for something to happen.
Nothing ever does.
She has been hurt.
Hurt by her own imagination.
ConfusionAlways and foreverConfusion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With or without endeavor
No longer questioning
It's now the way of life
A product of my strife
A vile demon of my mind
A permanent pit inside my brain
Less and less sane
Every waking moment.
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
Lost NovemberI am lost November,Lost November in Free Verse More Like This
with the breath of winter
at the hairline of its neck.
I am the blood orange that
sours a little too soon.
A thirty day intuition
to a season of good will.
A blip on the side of
the road that melts easily
out of sight, out of mind.
An unremembered instance
on a torn index page
of a forgotten, spineless book.
I am lost November.
Remember me the instance
when you feel unremembered too.
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)Excuses in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)
He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)
He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)
He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
Hemingway Would Hate ThisThe trouble with the Boy was that he didn't have the heart of Shakespeare, the voice of Poe, nor the soul of Wordsworth, nor the knowledge of Rembrandt in his darkest days. He didn't have a trace of Michaelangelo's spirit nor the angst of Carvaggio and this on its own was enough to dissuade him from understanding that technique was far better than solidarity and possession far more ageless than youth.Hemingway Would Hate This in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't have any of this knowledge because his father hadn't had the courage to tell him that he needed all the qualities of these great men, to win over the heart of a woman who had the dreams of Austen, the ideas of Da Vinci and the scent of a high priestess of Venetian origin.
The Girl was all those things and more, and her value, her estimate in the market of souls was higher than most. She was an angel amongst Gods, and He should never have let her go into the world thinking that it was Keats hearted. Because like all women who live their lives story shaped, she was soon broken by
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
beautiful broken things must stick togetherbecause she is a broken pretty thing,beautiful broken things must stick together in Free Verse More Like This
and he is the little boy who grew up
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.When Your Best is Not Good Enough in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
SpinelessMy mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.Spineless in Free Verse More Like This
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreciating?
I suppose the trouble with most relationships is to trust someone, knowing that you would willingly lie to them, just to protect them from getting hurt. We all do it, and those of us who claim we don’t, only lie because their lies are smaller. I lied to protect them from what had happened to my bones. Not just my spi
The Girl He LovesThe girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.The Girl He Loves in Free Verse More Like This
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
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Don't Let Them WinI think that you're beautiful,Don't Let Them Win in Free Verse More Like This
In many more ways than one,
Never believe what they tell you,
Don't let them blind your sun.
I think that you're a winner,
You certainly won my heart,
They're the real losers,
For tearing you apart.
I think that you're smart,
Way smarter than they are,
Because you don't need to torment,
As you're better than them by far.
I know that you won't believe me,
That you think I'm just letting you confide,
But believe this now and never doubt;
You're stunning on the inside.
He/She/Her/HimI'd write a love songHe/She/Her/Him in Free Verse More Like This
But I've never really been in love,
Apart from with that girl and that guy
On that day I nearly touched the sky.
I like my best friend.
And it hurts like hell,
Yeah, it hurts like hell
Knowing I can't ever tell
Cos I'm me
And he's a she.
HumanityHumans are cruel.Humanity in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
Lies and Truth (Beautiful and Ugly)If I wasn't me and you weren't you,Lies and Truth (Beautiful and Ugly) in Free Verse More Like This
We wouldn't be us,
And maybe I could love you.
If the sun wasn't bright and the sea weren't blue,
Life wouldn't be this,
And maybe lies could be true.
If plenty was enough and too much wasn't few,
Empty wouldn't be full,
And rather falling I'd have flew.
But instead I fell,
I fell hard for you.
No not you;
I fell for something true,
But that's a lie, as here I do too;
I lie on the floor and cry, cry for you.
I want the light but you're the dark,
I'm the owl but I was born a lark,
I'm just some paradox, dead and stark;
Lying on the floor and crying, crying in the dark.
I fell for a lie too good to be true,
That's the story;
That's me and you.
I want to be angry,
Really I do;
But to hate you is to hate us,
And together we will fall.
I can't fall again,
Break my bones,
I can't not do this again,
Lift my hopes,
But to fly is to fall,
When you're my wings
I know I will fall.
But I can't not try at all.
I don't want you;
Daughter of DeathI have seen death;Daughter of Death in Free Verse More Like This
I've watched someone's
That last sigh of life,
The submissive gasp
Of a body's strife.
I have smelt decay;
I've sensed someone's
That stench of loss,
That everyone has to
I have heard screams;
I've witnessed someone's
That grief of hope,
Around a throat
Like a hangman's rope.
I have touched despair;
I've felt someone's
That empty shell,
Telling me to go and
Rot in hell.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
UselessI'm a cutterUseless in Free Verse More Like This
That's all I'll ever be
Once you've learnt that
Defining fact about me.
You'll call me mad
Assume that I'm sad
And that I want
You'll check my arms
Only matters if you can see
But I can hide them
All over me.
You'll think I'm sick
Sick in the head
And that makes me feel
Like I want to be dead.
I don't do it
I don't do it
For a mention
I don't do it
I do it because of
That it's cast over me.
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
AnxietySometimes,Anxiety in Free Verse More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
Your Poetry Sucks.Poetic verse does not sleep contently within your bones.Your Poetry Sucks. in Free Verse More Like This
You are not made of Shakespearean sonnets.
Metaphors do not cling to your teeth like snowdrops,
and similes do not lurk like assassins behind those false psychic eyes.
Your veins bleed nothing but red.
And your whispers,
they will never leave galaxies
along the length of spines.
So, Dear Heart,
you can take your stars,
your full moon romances,
the many, desperate love letters,
the gag-worthy cliches-
and eat them.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.