Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous sky
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsGood Enough... for YOU. in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
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...
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied. in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.I Love You, Daddy in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you lie there, lifeless.
I'm only following your footsteps.
This makes me feel...
Daddy, please listen.
I know you can't hear me, but...
I still love you.
The same way you always loved me.
And it makes me feel...
It makes me feel..
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
Sometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sad in Free Verse More Like This
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
ThousandsI'm sixteen,Thousands in Free Verse More Like This
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
I said it.
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm the ones people laugh at,
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
That death will come.
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
Cross My WristsCross my wrists and hope to die,Cross My Wrists in Free Verse More Like This
I will only ever lie
When you ask me if I’m fine
Or if I like this life of mine.
If I had a gun,
I’d put it to my head
And turn bouncy blonde,
Into ruby red.
You want me to stop cutting;
I’ll stop when I’m dead.
The last time I’ll cut
Will be the last thing I see
When I finally put an end to me.
Dying sounds good right now,
Just fading into black
And never coming back
To the agony living brings.
Perhaps you’ll find me hanging,
Or after OD’ing;
Someday soon you’ll find me,
It’s too late now,
I’m too far gone.
Now I’m just a ghost
Of who could’ve been someone.
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethRed Screams in Free Verse More Like This
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
So sharp so
I know I
And really I
Arm’s too full of blood
From attempts to
Join the stars.
Photo album of
My diary of my
I am still
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeWhat You Want in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.
Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.
Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.
Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,Another Fallen One in Free Verse More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smile is all they have.
Things I'll Never SayThere are certain things I’ll never say,Things I'll Never Say in Free Verse More Like This
Like how I thought about killing myself today
Just to keep my own scary thoughts away.
Like how I stay awake way too late
To be sure I don’t awake in a bloody state.
Like how I soaked white into red last night
And turned myself into a ghastly sight.
Like how it hurts too much to breathe
When I make my own skin seethe.
Like how I Google things I shouldn’t
When I want to do things I couldn’t.
Like how I’m scared of being alone
Yet I’m only happy when I’m on my own.
Like how I know I’ll wind up killing myself
And turn into just a dusty photo on a dusty shelf.
Like how I make myself bleed every day
Even though I know I can’t go on this way.
Like how I maybe want someone to see
And for them to somehow help me.
But nobody will ever help me,
Because those are all the things I’ll never say.
Such a ContradictionI'm just that fat kidSuch a Contradiction in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starved of hope.
I'm just that cutter
Reaching for rope.
I'm just that dumb blonde
Reading all night.
I'm just that coward
Bleeding for a fright.
I'm just that child
I'm just that girl
With messy hair.
I'm just that burner
Wanting to be cool.
I'm just that geek
Scared of school.
I'm just that emo
Smiling with glee.
You're just another drone
But you'll never be me.
LifelineI hate how I look;Lifeline in Free Verse More Like This
The bags beneath my eyes.
I hate who I am;
The endless torrent of lies.
Sometimes I do things I know I shouldn't
And I don't do things I know I should,
Only that I could and would,
Because that's how people work.
Everyone has motives
And nobody is selfless
In this world that doesn't want
Everyone's gonna die
And I'm not gonna lie;
Sometimes that thought is the only thing
That gets me through the day.
I miss my old razor blade;
Scissors don't go deep enough
This red isn't my favorite shade;
I like it purer,
Then I could be surer
That I'm a threat to myself.
I'm trying to cut down,
As apposed to cutting everything else,
But I doubt I'll ever stop
Because every slash,
Every bloody drop,
The whole crimson rash,
I'm still alive
And I am
Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor bladeHope (I Won't) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
Life ItselfThe only time I smiled todayLife Itself in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was when I thought of dying
And how good I am at lying
Each and every single day.
I've got a box of painkillers
They sleep right by my bed
For when all I see is red,
They'll numb it into darkest white.
I've tried talking to people,
But I can't word what I want to say
And maybe I like living this way,
Knowing that I'll die soon.
I know I'm self-destructive
My crosshatch skin screams it
But inside there's a little bit
That still aches to be saved.
I've tried before and I'll try again
To put my worthlessness away
But fate forced me to stay;
Death's a bitch like that.
Life makes me want to die
Yet it won't let me leave
Or grant me a reprieve
From that which it's made me hate;
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles, in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
to the starsI’ve got this arrowto the stars in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.
I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -
I want to
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
I want to
to the stars,
& leave you there.
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysNaPoWriMo Day: 1 in Free Verse More Like This
to defy Icarus:
teach this rose thorn heart
how to fly.
[ All I want to be
is the space between
But, I’m here,
ripping holes in blank pages
while nursing nebulae knuckles
with white plastered walls.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 10 in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
ste ti & you are the Milky Way.
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 8 in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
She has the moon in her eyes.But, this body is a black hole,She has the moon in her eyes. in Free Verse More Like This
a hollowed out womb-
and these palms are sandpaper
thin and bleeding a silent stigmata.
"Not yet ripe to fall from her bed,
too young to understand her own limbs-"
She folds back July's origami skin,
wishing for the warmth of winters kiss.
She is a raven heart, thumping wildly
against the whispers of vintage lips.
Her bed is empty,
but the sheets are red.
Stephanie -Collab(I wrote us in free verse over every inchStephanie -Collab in Free Verse More Like This
of your tattered surface ).
you were the beatific grin
of a kindergartener high off oxygen,
mouth stretched wide as the entrance to hell,
black tongue bleeding virtuous sin like ichor.
(You taught me praying was for the weak
as I fell for your gypsum nails,
white teeth scrabbling over my chalkboard frame).
scribbled flesh tells no love story
but three layers of skin
worn thin along the length of our feverish bones.
(Garden flowers tucked away worms and dirt,
my ribs hoarded misspellings of my mother's name).
dipping your origami limbs into my ink,
you lost yourself within the dark tangles
of my labyrinth roo
You do not whore around,You spend your nightsYou do not whore around, in Free Verse More Like This
for Apollo’s robes.
You’re as hot
as New Orleans
in mid-July, and
as her gumbo.
But, he is light-years
away and your fingers
ache with tired
a disaster in
Even if it fucking hurts,
you can still taste
his heat on your tongue.
Gods be damned,
you’re a butterfly-
( even if mounted
to a bed. )
you will find yourself
and fly away.
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless handsThey say beauty is only skin deep, in Free Verse More Like This
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?
lost.Wandering,lost. in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
skinwalkershe was a vicious prion,skinwalker in Free Verse More Like This
anomalous & infectious—
my fractured mind was the
perfectly unsuspecting host.
i was so ashamed of life
& you had all the answers.
"don't let me go,"
she hissed each night,
coating my flesh in a
(it was just too damn easy
to grasp your viral hands.)
i know my ribcage is almost on empty
& my heart is converting to toxic waste,
but i still have a feverish serum in my veins
& a voice not yet conquered by broken bones.
your plague of malevolence
shall never govern me again.
HellfireYou see her nonsensical whims and think to yourself,Hellfire in Free Verse More Like This
"nothing but a simpler state of mind."
She hides behind an ivory mask,
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
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 throne sewn from the blistering skin of her enemies and
wearing a crown of brambles and tears and seeds born of pandemonium—
Her soul's true colors will shine at last: her mind and body nothing but
kindle for the overdue vengeance of her ravenous
Into the PlungeBuild me aInto the Plunge in Free Verse More Like This
sandcastle on the edge of the sea,
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.
Loneliness:a limbless spider entangled inLoneliness: in Free Verse More Like This
its own web,
writhing and awaiting to
only to be devoured by the fly.
catch me if you cani'd like to smear ashescatch me if you can in Free Verse More Like This
over bloody heathen lips
and twist burnt corsages
around the maypole.
this rotten witch's heart
would love to curse you all.
disease has never looked so
lovely, i do declare, crawling
up your blistering limbs.
in case you are not aware—
love kills slowly, but revenge tastes so sweet,
so i'll just tip-toe off of this cliff
and embrace the beast awaiting for me below.
How to pretend that you are a writer.Act like you're notHow to pretend that you are a writer. in Free Verse More Like This
okay when you are and
that you are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything you can.
Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that you actually mean.
Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. Swallow every goddamn
metaphor you ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.
Eulogize your own
misery. Put a crown on
it and let it rule your
heart for six years before
you throw a coup d'etat
but just end up with
your head in a basket.
Ask yourself why
you feel so
empty and when
you forgot how to
laugh and where you
last left your smile and
who you even really are
anymore. Mean every word.
Don't cry at funerals. Cry
yourself to sleep every
other night for
broken dreams and invisible heartstringsEvery morning,broken dreams and invisible heartstrings in Free Verse More Like This
she wakes up to a
hollow chest & stormy,
red rimmed eyes.
It's so easy to be in love
with being in love;
swallowing fake truths
& sincere lies.
But her heart—
it forgot how to smile
two years ago,
because no one can tell
the difference between
imitations & reality.
please find me;
I'm lost between the cracks of
Desperate to breathe
yet wondering how it would feel
she's never belonged
in this universe.
Guardian Who (Not So Alone: Part 3)Guardian Who (Not So Alone: Part 3) in Sci-Fi More Like This
Not So Alone: Part 3
Jack blinked a couple of times, his brow furrowed. He kept his staff aimed right at the man’s chest.
“‘The Doctor?’” he repeated warily.
“That’s me. Hello!” the man said, waving his hand in greeting. His toothy smile hadn’t faded in the least.
The man turned his gaze skyward, raising his eyebrows and turning the corners of his thin lips down into a half-pout, saying to nobody but himself, “Oh, not too often I get that one. It’s usually ‘Doctor who?’” He redirected his attention to Jack. “No, no. That’s it. Just ‘The Doctor.’”
Jack raised an eyebrow. Was this guy serious?
Him, with his headful of brown hair fluffed up in the middle and mildly spiked, falling slightly into his forehead, reminding Jack of some sort of cockatoo. And those sideburns! Him, with the thick eyebrows, thin upper lip, slightly pudgie
Sleep Tight: Chapter 1Sleep Tight: Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The boy laughed.
It was a soft, quiet, content chuckle, filled with mischievousness and boundless love of fun. Anyone who heard it could not help but smile along. When he laughed, the world seemed to perk up and laugh with him.
His bright blue eyes—a stunning color with a pattern based around the pupil of a lighter, more electric blue that closely resembled a snowflake—were admiring his work, scanning it over for any potential errors. He knew he wouldn’t find any. He just liked to stop and take a good look at his creations now and again for his own enjoyment.
I think that’ll do it, he thought to himself as he watched a new arm of white frost swirl into existence on the window before him, sprouting from the place where he had placed the pale tip of his right index finger just moments before. He chuckled again. The frost border, with all of its icy components, was just to his liking.
But now what was he supposed to do? The window had saved him from h
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 57Everlasting Snow: Chapter 57 in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
You brace yourself for impact.
But it doesn’t come.
You feel something catch you, slowing down the pace of your fall. You slowly open your eyes, daring to relax.
The wind whirls around your feet and shins, providing a cushion between you and the hard ground.
It slowly sets you down, your feet softly making contact with the earthen floor.
It leaves your feet and swirls up and around you in a single, long, invisible line, making you giggle as your clothes dance slightly from the wind. You’re reminded of a cat’s tail wrapping around its owner’s leg as it purrs, longing to be pet and loved.
It leaves the rest of your body and rubs against your cheek, feeling very much like a delicate hand resting on your face in a final farewell. Then, it departs.
Thank you, you call after it, still smi
Guardian Who (Not So Alone: Part 2)Guardian Who (Not So Alone: Part 2) in Sci-Fi More Like This
Not So Alone: Part 2
But then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone.
Jack leaned forward as much as he dared, his lips pursed as he scanned the night sky for any sign of the odd object. In search of a less-obstructed view, he leapt down softly from his perch on the tree branch and onto the pond below, the still water freezing instantly beneath his feet, a thin layer of swirling ice sprouting from wherever he stepped.
His search proving fruitless, he shrugged and turned around, a quick bout of Winter wind lifting him from his place on the water and setting him down on the nearby land.
It was his eyes playing tricks, after all.
A subtle change in the air brought a smile to his face. He knew what that change was. He could just feel the clouds forming in the atmosphere, see all of the new patterns for snowflakes in his mind’s eye. It was already Spring, the pond no longer capable of remaining frozen and what little snow was left dotting the earth’s face like strange li
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Clouds: Part 2
A hallway and a pair of automatic sliding doors later, Jack found himself standing on an elevated walkway, the wall to his right giving way to a giant window.
Once again, he found himself in pure shock. He nearly dropped his staff.
He definitely wasn’t on Earth anymore.
Because there it was, its blue-and-green face staring right at him from beyond the glass, nothing but a black void and distant stars as its backdrop.
He was in space. And this. This…place he was in. It was a space ship. And those metal men.
To add to the situation, he had no idea what point in time that The Doctor had stuck him in.
Jack could feel his head swimming. He had to hold onto a nearby railing to prevent himself from losing balance. It didn’t help that was still recovering from the electrocution.
He had been around as technology advanced, been there for the first space shuttle launch. Watched along with millions of others as the first man
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Not So Alone: Part 4
Jack didn’t need to be told.
Because, just before The Doctor spoke, what appeared to be a thick shadow sprouted from that of one of the trees, shooting itself towards the duo just as that single command escaped The Doctor’s lips.
It was in no way or form friendly.
The Doctor dashed towards the TARDIS, his long coat billowing out behind him. Not knowing where else to go, Jack followed him, firing a blast of lightning-like ice towards their unknown pursuer.
The thing only came at them faster.
The Doctor made it into the TARDIS safely, immediately turning around in the doorway and holding out a hand to the spirit of Winter.
“Jack!” he screamed.
Jack called upon the wind to help him, running at an impossible speed, barely even touching the floor. But the shadow kept up with him, lifting off of the snow and reaching out to Jack’s bare ankle with a jagged finger. He stretched his hand out towards The Doctor, beginning to feel fear him
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The moon-rock door swung open as the five Guardians came closer to it.
A giant aquamarine glowworm with a kind face greeted them, standing just beyond the doorway and inside the lunar house. He ushered them inside, welcoming each of them individually with a deep and gentle voice, calling them by their full names and their Guardian titles.
The door was smaller than your average door, forcing the five to enter one at a time. North barely managed to squeeze his large figure inside. Both he and Bunny had to practically fold themselves over in half to avoid hitting their heads, too.
“And lastly, but most definitely not leastly, welcome, Jack Frost, Guardian of Fun,” the glowworm said when it was the winter spirit’s turn. Jack ducked his head to avoid the low clearing (though not nearly as much as the long-eared rabbit and massive man had had to) and went through the doorway.
Is every animal larger on the moon? Jack wondered to himself as he walked past the glowworm,
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Clouds: Part 1
The last thing Jack remembered was The Doctor screaming out his name.
He blinked several times, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. There was a painfully tight knot in his chest. His head felt numb and yet throbbed all the same. His entire body felt as if someone had taken each individual muscle, pulled it past its maximum capacity and let it snap carelessly back into place. Did he even have the ability to move anymore?
Only one way to find out.
He willed himself to roll onto his side, slinging his left hand over to his right side to help prop himself up. His arms were lead, his torso an immoveable block of concrete. His legs were completely limp.
His vision blurred and wavered.
Even so, slowly but surely, the tightness left him, feeling returning to his nerves as his hands pushed against the cold steel floor. He sat up successfully, his sight gifted back to him.
Where was he?
He rubbed his temple.
A distant memory played back in his head. O
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Warning: This chapter contains MINOR spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
You have no idea what to do.
Another Nightmare manifests from the dark, joining its companion at the window.
You can’t let the Nightmares make it back to Pitch and tell him of the Guardians’ compromised statuses.
But you can’t call out to Jack or Sandy, not wanting to alert them, either.
Plus, calling out would confuse the living daylights out of Jack, doing who-knows-what-kind of damage to him.
So you just stand there, completely immobile, staring at the Nightmares’ dark forms hovering by the window. They begin to clop their hooves on the air.
They’re getting ready to leave.
Come on, turn around, you think, hoping that somehow the Guardian or winter spirit will hear your projected thoughts.
It seems to work.
Jack takes notice of the being closest to him and whirls around. The Nightmares nei
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Clouds: Part 3
The Doctor shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“Come on, come on, come on,” he mumbled through gritted teeth, his eyes growing tired from not blinking for so long, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.
The sonic whirred tiredly in response, once again having to endure its master’s noble stubbornness. It knew long ago what the Doctor just figured out. Or rather, was now willing to admit.
This wasn’t going to work.
The Doctor sat back on his heels, running his fingers through his hair as a stifled sigh escaped him. He rested the sonic on one knee, fingers still clenched tight around it. He glanced around him briefly for any sign of enemy activity.
There was no one. No Cybermen in sight.
Just like when he had first snuck into this room.
He redirected his attention to the machinery—and the problem—in front of him.
It wasn’t pure Cyberman technology, that was for sure. They were advanced, but not this a
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeatSnow White Syndrome in Free Verse More Like This
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
Joey had a smoke and burned the moon downOne night on a long road trip to NebraskaJoey had a smoke and burned the moon down in Free Verse More Like This
The skies opened up and bled onto my pupils
And the taste of gin burned my throat
As my star strewn spine strained against
The static of the radio blasting from your car stereo
We chased god
Only to find kerosene angels
And glow flies hanging from tree tops
A half visible mirage rots in broad daylightI think I fell down a holeA half visible mirage rots in broad daylight in Free Verse More Like This
That was six feet too deep
And I don’t know
If I want to climb out anymore
Because it’s so wonderful down here where the stars
No longer hold meaning
And voices can no longer be heard
Over the sound of decaying matter
Waiting to be recycled
People are not medicineI will thaw out myPeople are not medicine in Free Verse More Like This
frozen ice box of a chest
I will pump and resurrect
the dead tissues
so I can write about you
I will write about your
drug store Romeo smile
and the way you
hold your hands behind
your head like its the only
thing that will stop it
from rolling off your shoulders
I will write about the way
your eyes crinkle in the corners
and the way your dimples are uneven
when you laugh
I will write about the
tiny vampire footprints
you leave on my skin at night
when we're sat outside
on the sidewalk
contemplating Aristotle and Cobain
Like bleary eyed philosophers
I will write about the way
your fingers flex when you're excited
and how your knee
jitters when you're nervous
and how you like
because they're so much more
than movie theatres and shopping malls
I will write about you
until I run out of words
and I'm sorry
I'm not poetic enough
to cover the breadth of
your firecracker soul
but I hope you know
this is the best
I can do
and I hope
Letters from a strangerDearest,Letters from a stranger in Letters More Like This
put up a bird house near
the public bins,
gold finches have been
stealing breadcrumbs ever since.
Last tuesday the neighbours
upstairs, the doctors, you know
the ones; the flat that
smells like a corpse,
well they flooded the flat.
Frogs have moved in
and theres algae clawing
at the walls.
The ice cream truck doesn't
come down the road,
little Suzie climbed in
and went missing a month ago,
her body lay between
waters and strawberry sauce
in the Ruislip Lido, such a shame
Mum's brought hydrangeas,
pretty purple flowers,
she thinks they could brighten
the place up.
I think you'd like them
if it weren't for the
dead mouse we found
beneath the pot.
Unbridled optimism meets an uncaring universeWe were theseUnbridled optimism meets an uncaring universe in Free Verse More Like This
electric beings, the
golden girls, the end
screen starlets who
glimmered like the
city lights beneath
us, swaying on rooftops
like gold plated gods
we were narcotic heart beats
and six shots of
vodka on a sunday afternoon
like morose sun worshippers
roaming the streets like
monroe wannabes searching
for something to take the
edge off the monotony
There was a magic in our madness
our souls were messy
and our eyes were
bright and reckless
we were the wild youth
who'd come to
the conclusion that
our fifteen minutes
of fame had come
to an end.
Sea sonnet for the girl with ocean eyesShe was southern Californian stormsSea sonnet for the girl with ocean eyes in Free Verse More Like This
On a good day
When the skies nursed the shoreline like a wound
And the rain tasted like two scoops of mint chip ice cream
She held the nebula in her palms
And poured it out onto the sidewalk
So that the gutters would have something
To talk about at night
She swallowed the ocean
And held it in her eyes
Of mountain rock blue straining against the sky
The bluest eyes I’d ever seen
Sparrow girl with the breathless wings
Embellished in vinyl’s and cassette tapes
Gramophone gilded lashes and half-moon wrists made up
Paper tapestries taped together with Shakespeare and Green
Sunday morning tea always tastes sweeter when
Her limbs hang off the curb knees scuffed
Watching faces pass and giving them names
Whispering secrets to the wind
The older we get the better we used to beAll we ate that day were 3The older we get the better we used to be in Free Verse More Like This
To stifle the anxious shaking
Of our palms or
At least produce excuses for
The anxiety rustling beneath
Our scarred veins
When did the diamonds
Leave your bones
And for how long have
You been expiring without them
When did the construction
Of your false reality
Finally fall through
The fragile infrastructure
Of your factitious commentary
Lack the physical manifestation
Of your laboured breathing
Perhaps it's best if we ache
For magic and other childish things
Because the world hurts our eyes
And I don't want to see anymore
The skies are pressing against
Our glass houses and
The sun is bleeding over the rim
Of the bathtub
It's slow dripping
Pelting out a funeral song
on seeking solace in strangersAnd she felt like homeon seeking solace in strangers in Free Verse More Like This
her arms gave
way to the sand
castle of her
i loved her for it
she was a dragon
of a girl
beneath her eyes
from the corners
of her lips
like a faulty tap
to me she was beautiful
like those obscure
lapses in time
at 3.25 AM
with her legs
stretched across the
smoking my cigarettes
as she let her words
into the quiet
s p a c e s
she still sparkled
with this rebellious
twinkle in her eyes
and those eyes
they felt like home
all the doors
The unabridged memoirs of a teenage drop outI’d be lying if I saidThe unabridged memoirs of a teenage drop out in Free Verse More Like This
I didn’t want to spend those nights
Watching the moon hang between your pupils
Like a cadaver strung up high and dry
In the brittle November air.
But there’s something about that road kill smile
That was too fast, too cruel
You were intangible and indistinct
In the way you’d shake your cigarette packet
Hearing the contents rattle like a self-contained thunder storm
You were always like that,
So painfully self-aware you tried to suffocate yourself
In such a way that it was neither poetic nor beautiful
Rather disjointed in mathematics and skewed logic.
You were not romantic or tragically beautiful
You were a boy with a spine that could fracture the sky
If you pressed against it at the right angle
You had hands like braille
That shook when you thought you were alone
Slumped against a wall in an attempt to look blasé
When clearly there was a witch hunt seeping through your bones
I saw the way the knee jerk reaction
Of your carefu
Hello...Hello…?Hello... in Free Verse More Like This
Why can’t you hear me?
Why won’t you answer me?
Why don’t you look at me?
Please see me…
I’m sick of being a ghost…
Of my words falling
Onto the cold hard earth
Of your ears.
No one hears the snow
All you do is feel it…
Can you feel me?
Feel my presence…
The hand I reach out for
To steady me…
Or for the shoulder
When I need to cry…
But no one feels a ghost…
Look at me…
Speak to me…
Laugh with me…
I’m an amazing person
You just wait and see
I’ll show you the world I see
I’ll show you how to smile and laugh again
I’ll show you the promise of love
Even though you have given it up
I’ll show you adventure
And watch adrenaline pump through our system
And watch these feelings of ours grow.
Even if I haven’t met you yet…
I know you are out there
When I Have Left and Gone...When I have left and goneWhen I Have Left and Gone... in Free Verse More Like This
Will you realize what you did to me?
Will you want me there beside you?
When I have left and gone
Will you see how you
Into this suffocating pit of despair
That chokes the breath out of me.
When I have left and gone
And you are left in my path of anger
Will you be able to move on
Knowing I cannot forgive you?
The feeling that I was not important
That I was only ever going to be second best
That I could never be praised
Tore me apart….
And you let me br e a k
Into p s on the floor
And I can never be put back
T o g e t h e r .
Daily Poem #2The hours slowly tick byDaily Poem #2 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But my heart begins to fly.
Though I work hard and study,
And my thoughts are a little muddy,
I get to see you soon
Underneath the starlight moon.
Fake How are you?Fake in Free Verse More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
You said....You told me “friends forever”,You said.... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
Even if...All this hurt and painEven if... in Free Verse More Like This
It builds up inside me
Like water behind a dam.
And I know I said it was okay,
That I was fine,
But I still expected your gentle gaze
Your warm hand
Your calm words
And yet you say “okay”,
Like it was definite choice
Instead of a question hung in the air
Like snow falling from the sky.
I know if I wanted
I could’ve asked you.
I just put on the front
Of not wanting to bother you,
To take you from your friends,
But what hurts the most,
More than anything I’ve ever known,
Is that I thought you knew me
Better than I knew myself.
But you still
Bought the mask I was hiding under.
Why can’t you see?
I want to hold you,
To hug you,
To whisper those sweet nothings in your ear.
So that you may forget,
I know I shouldn’t be hurt,
We all say things
We don’t really mean.
But was I really that “pointless”?
Did I really “bore
DrowningHow wonderful it feelsDrowning in Free Verse More Like This
To fall back
Into the hands
Of the water below.
Unlike everyone else
Water envelops you,
Makes you feel light,
The only direction
You’ve ever known.
Your hair moves around you like
Seaweed on the ocean floor.
Bubbles that once
Had a home inside your lungs
Escape freely into the water.
And climb up higher
To the safety of the surface.
“This is what is left
Of my existence.
Little bubbles floating up,
Higher and higher,
While I sink,
Lower and lower”
And as you feel
The last bubble,
The last of your air,
Flow out of your lips
You couldn’t help but smile.
Even as your lungs
Screamed in pain
You ignored it
Like you’ve done for years.
Even with the water
You still managed
But not in sadness,
For now you were leaving.
Leaving the pain.
Leaving the sadness.
Leaving the hurt.
Leaving the cruel words
That others w
Thank you...I keep my feelingsThank you... in Free Verse More Like This
All bottled up inside me
And sometimes it was nice
To stare into that bottle
To see the yellow of happiness
And the red of love
But even I should have known
Putting too much emotion into that bottle
Turns it grey and murky with confusion.
You who has shown me nothing
But kindness and love…
I am afraid to hurt you…
That you will see my dark past
And it will swallow you whole
Like it did to me.
So therefore I hide my bottle
From everyone and everything
So as not to feel the violation
Of a simple peek inside
I trusted someone once
Told them everything there is about me
And to my demise
They used all that against me,
Hurt me in every way possible,
Made me think that being myself was
So I built my masks
A new one for every day
And put them on.
Little did people know
Should they take one mask off
Another was there underneath
And another one under that.
So many masks laid on top of “me”
Love Hurts“Love hurts”.Love Hurts in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never knew the meaning of those words.
How could something so beautiful be so curt?
Why do they say it flies away like a bird?
“Stop this nonsense”.
They never did quite understand or see.
Our love has no consequence
As I was meant for you and you for me.
“Don’t choose with your ego”.
I’m not doing this all for me or for you.
I just love his smile that always does glow,
And between us, things are never blue.
“He will break you”.
Please do not just assume that
What happened to you will happen to me too.
I would know if he was a threat.
“There is no such thing as fate”.
You say it with such conviction,
Are you so quick to hate?
You have never seen the darkness brighten
Monster inside meI am sorryMonster inside me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn’t mean to hurt you
To lash out with ire
When all you ever do
This monster inside my veins
It claws at me
Roars at my pain
But I can see
Soon it won’t be in vain
It takes over me
I want to fight it
But my screams mean nothing
In this empty pit
Of lonely company
I see your tears
I want to reach out
To dry them for you
But “I” take a different route
And you scream “adieu”
I want to change
You made me want to
More than anyone
I want to show you
This monster inside me-
Crumpled upWhen you open me up,Crumpled up in Concrete Poetry More Like This
un-crumpling folded pages
I am with you
In spirit and in love.
Now give me your most dearest and warmest of hugs.
Think that of me your personal angel; let your wings soar.
Radiating from your pocket, happiness that you may adorn
Todays' hardship are gone, i'll chase them away.
Your personal wizard, your very kind sage
Every false hope I'll try to mend, like my pages that you bend
Now crumple me back up, until you need me again
Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
Grave RosesDon't rest roses on my grave,Grave Roses in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
trail of bouquet that you pave.
Vibrant death, ignorantly conveyed,
leading too, my buried cave.
What flowers, my love, have you brought today?
Soil in dead eyes, all to grainy.
Memory waning, soon to forget.
A bold quartet, pedals of debt.
Ah, a rose?
Don't mask your woe, we both know,
I am gone, grown so cold.
Fading marrow, in my bones.
Corpse alone, parted soul.
May I love, be so bold?
let your heart bleed,
forever sorrow, forever grieve.
Let me be.
And on my grave, let grow weeds.
Don't rest roses on my grave.
UNTITLED (For many reasons)I came as a letter,UNTITLED (For many reasons) in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Rejected for fear that I am perverse,
yet drafted anyway by your own coerce.
I came as a note,
Cantankerous melody you thought to be so pyrrhic,
worrying that I’d represent you as too satiric.
I came as a fraction,
a full sentence.
But who really is the imprisoned menace,
who would you let hear my repentance?
I came as a voice,
Thrown to the wind once more for dread of being to blatant,
when the proper term here is you left me so lament.
I came already knowing,
The one I thought you had to write.
Murder your PoemMake your poem suffer,Murder your Poem in Free Verse More Like This
it needs to know how you feel.
And if it doesn't, your poem is ignorant.
Gouge the pen deep within it, until bloody ink stains through.
Write very hard
so your poem can feel your scars.
If you crinkle the corners,
it needs to have broken tattered bones.
Feeling exhausted before your done.
Do not share or post your poem so soon,
for it needs to feel rejection.
Most important, before it dies.
Clean it's wounds, or tape its rips,
do no accept forgiveness..
As your poem dies, you'll be surprised.
Your dead withered poem,
I Met MeToday I met a girl,I Met Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
How in the world?
Who is this little girl?
"But I'm here to say you'll be alright.
Though your friends will leave,
leave you feeling alone and cold,
you'll find a reprieve."
"So just stay strong
because I know you can do it."
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at al
House of MirrorsThey say I spinHouse of Mirrors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a web of lies,
but webs are for spiders.
They catch their flies.
No, my lies are mirrors,
each a different reflection.
They fill up my house,
my sinful collection.
Sometimes I get lost.
There's so much confusion.
Which ones are real?
Which are illusions?
I try to back track,
but the mirrors turn me around.
I cry out for help,
but the mirrors block the sound.
I give up.
Hang another mirror.
In this one I'm cruel and cold
on the exterior.
How many reflections
will I become?
Which one is real?
Where have I gone?
UneditedWe cry.Unedited in Free Verse More Like This
We fight for our dream.
We're just waiting to die.
The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.
The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.
So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?
Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?
Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
Time To GoYou climbed all the way up,Time To Go in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just to fall so far down.
You're screaming in fear,
but no one hears a sound.
And as you fall into the dark,
that you fought so hard to ignore,
you begin to realize
this is what you've waited for.
As your heart goes cold,
and you no longer feel,
you smile just slightly,
hope this is real.
No more fighting,
no more screams,
to all the bad dreams.
You'll be alone now,
what you've always wanted.
Your fears can no longer reach.
You'll never again be haunted.
So smile as the darkness
wraps you up tight.
Embrace the cold touch,
ignore all the light.
You'll be happier here,
this I know.
Soon I'll join you,
It's almost time to go.
CagedI am the bird,Caged in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
trapped in your cage.
I cower inside,
terrified by your rage.
Please let me out.
I need to take flight.
The wind in my feathers,
smiling in the light,
but you won't let me out.
You laugh at my cry,
if you will not free me,
please let me die.
I cannot go on this way,
drowning in fear,
day after day,
year after year,
but you don't have the mercy,
don't have the grace.
You laugh as I scream,
a smile on your face.
Fine, be that way,
cruel and cold,
but I'm sick of playing,
your games gotten old.
I scratch at your hand.
Free! I fly straight ahead.
A window unopen,
thump! Your bird is dead.
You cry out,
but you can't hurt me.
Your birdy has just flown,
and is finally free.
TightropeI don't look down,Tightrope in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
don't look back,
ignore the chills
all down my back.
I can feel their arms,
steady at my sides,
my truest hopes,
my loving guides.
They keep me on track,
no need for fear.
I've got them for comfort,
my friends so dear.
But sometimes one fades,
their arms tired and annoyed,
and I'll start to slip,
my balance destroyed.
I need them both,
or surely I'll go,
down down down,
ruining the show.
As long as I have them,
I'll keep going on,
until I figure this out,
until the tightrope is gone.
My smileMy smile was once so easy,My smile in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.
I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.
I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.
Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?
Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.
The DreamThe smile makes me shiver.The Dream in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Cold runs down my spine.
I know what he wants,
wants to take what's mine.
But I won't let him.
No, now this is my story.
I will be the victor.
He can't have the glory.
He lurches forward,
but I knew he would.
I remember everything now.
I do what I should.
I jump to the side,
run for the door.
I smile at the "thump"
as he hits the floor.
I've nearly reached the handle,
suddenly I feel his hand.
No, I have to keep trying,
but I don't understand.
Why am I fighting?
He would never hurt me.
I let go of the handle,
turn around easily.
He smiles once more,
something tells me to run,
but why would I leave him?
We always have fun.
I wave away the voice,
follow him into the room,
closer to the memory,
closer to my doom.
Won't Give InI'm getting weak,Won't Give In in Concrete Poetry More Like This
can't find the light.
Too tired to try,
Too tired to fight.
I want to give in,
let my grip slip,
start the fall,
let myself trip.
But I can't let go.
I need to stay here.
Despite all the hardships,
despite all my fear.
I'll keep going.
I won't give in.
Though I feel like dying,
though my chances are grim.
So say hello to me,
this act I put on,
till my time comes,
till God says I'm done.
My Soul to KeepHeart beats fast,My Soul to Keep in Free Verse More Like This
nerves are stretching,
so close to snapping.
Try to calm down.
Take a deep breath,
feel so weak,
so close to death.
and the clock's ticking slow.
When will it be over?
When's my time to go?
about to break.
God, I'm here,
my soul to take.
Take it now.
I'm really done,
tired of fighting,
don't want to run.
I just want to rest,
just want to sleep,
take me forever,
my soul to keep.
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,I Found You Broken in Free Verse More Like This
Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.
I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.
You had fallen from so high so long before.
I'd give my soul to carry you back up.
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,
To stand by yourself,
And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.
But do you mind,
Just sit and wait with you a while?
While we both have the time.
Goodbye's for GoodLove of the purest form turned to hate of the rawest.Goodbye's for Good in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t touch me with your stranger hands.
No soul I know lingers or lies behind your eyes.
Not one I can recognize
I still count the days since then,
It pursues me like an internal itch beneath my skin.
I deny the scratch and try to shake it out.
My memories of you are hit or miss.
I remember your hands, your hair,
But fading are your eyes and almost gone your kiss.
You will join the ranks.
Of nearly forgotten, faceless “Lovers”
Go on. In your life, it's so easy to replace.
I said leave me alone!
Just the thought of you sends surges in my skin.
It constricts my chest so no air pours in.
And I'm afraid.
That while I never really hate,
You might just be on the cusp of it.
Still I want only the best things, to befall your fate.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t claim were friends.
Because Ill always remember.
How you so easily turned your back on me in the end.
Please just go…
I cant stand this memory of you
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.I Have Walked in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
Waiting on InspirationI see all these messengers,Waiting on Inspiration in Free Verse More Like This
Spreading their words and meanings.
And I'm sitting here,
With run on sentences,
Or empty pages,
And no coherency.
Love is a PhoenixI have seen nothing more tragic,Love is a Phoenix in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Than watching love die.
Enduring it’s painfully fade,
As it stubbornly clings to life
The slow death of a love,
That’s filled with years of life.
Or the sudden snap,
As it blinks away in a lover’s eye.
It doesn’t go easy,
And it doesn’t go fast.
It goes out fighting,
Because love was made to last.
It is a brilliant flame,
Drowned in water.
It clings to the air,
With all its dying embers.
Yes, I have seen no sadder sight,
Than watching love as it dies.
But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene,
Than watching love be born again, anew and free.
NoDarkness all around.No in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No lights, no earth, no sound.
Free floating, but not flight.
No solid, no gravity, no ground.
No up, no left, no down.
An endless space with no walls.
No locks, no rooms, no halls.
Must be in the deepest part.
No running, no lagging, no stalls.
Yes, I must be in space after all.
But the emptiest part.
I stay floating.
Neither one way nor the other going.
Trying in my deciding of what to do.
Simply breathing. Still not showing.
Contemplating every decision, outcome, need for knowing.
And then there was you.
You floated with me, clung together, tender tightness.
We sat together in the familiar silence.
Mystified with each other’s presence.
But this just waiting, stalling, not flying or falling.
No voices, no hearing, no motivation, no calling.
Wasn't doing either of us any justice.
Fed up, blindly, undecidedly, I leapt out of the dark.
From my safe known unknown to a new part.
Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse.
A new start, new pl
To know?You have to see the dark, to know what is light.To know? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To be able to laugh, you have to first know how to cry.
For there to be good, there has to be bad.
You have to lose, to understand what you still have
Tragedies happen so that heroes can rise.
We can see (believe) the truth, once we’ve seen (believed) the lies.
Being BraveKnees hit dirt,Being Brave in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hands dig deep in earth.
I tried to call out to you,
But my voice choked in my throat.
I tried to meet your eyes, fix a gaze.
But you’d already turned from me.
I reached out my stained hands, but you’d already walked away.
How could such a pure soul be corrupted by such hate?
How can you leave me here, and allow promises to break?
Did you ever mean them?
I want to believe you didn’t lie like the rest.
And like that, Im unbounded.
And you don’t even need to turn around.
I see your figure sway and sink away.
While Im left here to try and remember how.
Because for so long,
I really trusted you.
I thought my being brave alone days were through.
Raw Hours (Part I)I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;Raw Hours (Part I) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.
Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.
Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.
And this energy, this chaos surging within me,
It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.
I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.
Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.
Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole.
This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at purging, battering my control.
This hurt, aching, craving, starving for the truth.
This undying need to know, what caused this being cut loose.
I taste blood in my mouth and my head fogs with this torture.
My vision dimming. The time between each heartbeat grows shorter.
And these toxic clouds that fog my head, they burn my brain.
Like razor wire, the
I AmI am the truth, covered in lies.I Am in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am trust, in a world filled with deceit.
I am true love, in a world filled with lust.
I am the lost pet on an empty street.
I am the star,trying hard to shine and be seen in a night sky filled with city light.
I am a favorite song, but played so low its hard to hear.
I am the whisper, in a world of screams.
I am the lost being forced to lead.