Fading Shades of GreyDearest reader, please think twice before you try to speakFading Shades of Grey in Free Verse More Like This
Words can be like knives that cause the victim to grow weak
Thoughts can be as bullets shooting freely through the sky
Injuring the innocent with every spoken lie
Please forget my laughter, please forget my broken heart
Please do not remember how you tore my life apart
Leave me as a memory that slowly fades to grey
Spend your days as usual, and I shall fade away
Listen to my cry for help, although it is too late
I've become the monster that you struggled to create
Trying to be perfect was a wonderful mistake…
Now I mustn't worry about which chance I will take.
Please erase all memory of who I tried to be
Please do not remember how I tried to be set free
Please do not be saddened under any circumstance …
What's makes now so different from when you still had a chance?
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
EscapeEmpty twisted promises within a world so deadEscape in Free Verse More Like This
Memories of heartache cradle thoughts inside my head
Wounds continue bleeding on forgotten storybooks
Listen to your nightmares and the happiness they took
Can't you see the shadows with the knives inside their hands?
Watching you as they invade your secret wonderland
Silence won't protect you from the thoughts inside your mind
Nobody can save you from the torture on rewind
I can't see the people, but they're always seeing me
Anywhere and everywhere… they never let me be
Sometimes they stand quietly behind my bedroom door
Sometimes it's the microphones they hide under the floor
Sometimes it's the cameras in the ceilings or the wall
This time it's the photo frames… they'll kill me if they fall.
Everybody tells me that it's all inside my head
All I'll ever know is that I'm better if I'm dead
Maybe it's imagination gone completely wrong
If it's just my own creations, why are they so strong?
Maybe I can fight the tears and other things I dread
I can see itI can feel the shadows taking thoughts from deep insideI can see it in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel their poison sinking far into my mind
I can hear the little girl, so innocent, so sweet
I can taste the venom in the few things I do eat
I can hear them calling me, my name upon their tongues
I can feel them all around me, filling up my lungs
I can feel their every breath, so warm upon my skin
I can feel their vicious souls appearing from within
I can feel it, I can hear it, right in front of me
Why do you ignore it? You are not the one who sees…
Dark DisguiseFeel the broken heartbeats ripping through your troubled soulDark Disguise in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing through your very skin to take complete control
Hear the words among your tongue through voices not your own
Slicing through the air and fighting for the golden throne
Sorrowful, you disappear into the shadows thick
Blanketing yourself with thoughts so cruel, so cold, so sick
Knowing that if only you had someone to be near
Every aching memory would likely disappear
Shattered bits of moonlight shine upon the broken earth
Proving once again how much an echo may be worth
Let the damaged hearts unite and save them from the lies
Let them see that love is not always a dark disguise…
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirrorCanvas Is The Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
The paint drips down with my reflection
The canvas is my mirror
But only because
The canvas is me.
The canvas is your mirror
As the brush tickles its surface
The canvas is our mirror
The canvas is a mirror
The depth of the artwork stares back into my
After all, I do not paint a canvas
Because the canvas
Skies of GreyShadows burn beneath my soulSkies of Grey in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Into a life you'll never know
This is what i'm forced to be
Through the world's eternity
Demon on the wall
I hear your angry call
So sink into my thought
And let me breathe again
Let me win the war and
Fight the silver swords and
I'll release the demon
I have kept within
Tell my every villain
I have found a way
I can see solutions
Skies of grey...
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
DisintegrateFaceless shadows bathe in blood, the knives rest in their handsDisintegrate in Free Verse More Like This
Secrets spill from poisoned lips, they'll never understand
Feel the voice within you speaking words you cannot know
Let the venom sink into your veins, into your soul
Feel the silent murder as it takes place in your mind
Think of all the innocence you now have left behind
Whisper in my ear the sweetest lullaby of all
Watch the world disintegrate and watch your planet fall…
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
I Am a WriterI am a writer.I Am a Writer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
Screaming SilenceThese raging voices are within my head.Screaming Silence in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming about gushing wounds
And wars upon a meadow.
Hollering about blood upon graves
And a silver blade jabbed into a man’s jugular vein.
They’re so uncontrollable…
Highly impossible to tame…
My hand jolts across paper as I write their words.
My fingers punch keys as I write their words.
But the voices are so profound!
Literally deafening and making me drunk against reality.
They blind me from what life presents.
And relinquish their own images, as if I wear 3D glasses.
These voices retract a never ending film,
Although the ending is long gone,
But this tugging within my chest says otherwise.
Look at what these voices do to me!
They hypnotize me!
They lure me in with an irresistible bait
And switch it around like it was their first offer.
And I love them so much!
But…you will never see this side of me,
For it’s only within my head,
Writing is NothingThese words aren’t what they meant before.Writing is Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
The page I had written them on still remains blank,
As if the story was never created.
The insertion point crosses the page,
Plugging in the letters that I type.
But as my eyes scan the page, the point at the bottom’s edge,
Its entirety is white.
as if the story was never created.
The words are clear within my head,
Flooding me with fluid rhyme.
It’s a velvet voice speaking to me,
Telling me of an Epic that must be written.
But my hand hovers over the page,
Trembling, struggling to write.
“This story will never be created.”
Is this what my writing has become?
The spark that ignited and revived my abilities,
Heightening my capabilities,
Has dimmed, and I’m left with a flickering light
That will die out someday.
Is today that day?
Will I be left alone in the darkness
With these words scrambling throughout my head?
Will I die before another story is finished?
Is a single word not worth
The Mind of a WriterWhat you read is what you get.The Mind of a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
Many readers cannot exceed past that.
But if you bring a magnifying glass to a writer’s brain,
You may just see what we truly see.
Within the mind of a writer,
There are not just words.
It is similar to a film,
But to us it is all too real.
Within our minds,
We have a simple sanctuary.
Either it be tiny or large,
Or just a great big desert.
Noises may be here and there,
And noises, I do not mean distractions.
These noises involve the voices of who are real,
And I mean our characters, ourselves.
What you see is just the surface.
Here take this shovel
And dig six feet deep
And penetrate the ground further
And fall into our abyss.
Words are along our walls.
Voices are a frequent sound.
Images of war of love or/and hate
Flicker about like a skipping disc.
Every shade of color is welcomed here.
From maroon to auburn,
From forest green to lime,
And from charcoal to onyx.
Everything is here.
All I can say,
When you eventually crash to the bottom
Factual Side of FictionWhat is writing?Factual Side of Fiction in Free Verse More Like This
To a colorless mind, it’s just words.
To a naked mind, it’s just a story.
To a writer, there are facts behind fiction.
Facts as in the main character,
Or his/her supporting characters,
Being what the author is
Or was in their unforgiving past ¿
Hidden behind paragraphs,
Concealed behind sentences,
Masked behind words,
Buried behind every syllable,
And even blanketed behind the space.
By now, you may get the point.
But let me ask you,
What do you see underneath words?
¿ǝɯ ǝǝs noʎ op
Now, what do you see in plain sight?
“May the odds be ever in your favor” ¿
“The lion fell in love with the lamb” ¿
“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure” ¿
What I see, as a writer, I see the factual side of fiction.
Placed upon quotes, I see sayings the authors have lived up to in reality.
Polish them off with you
Replenish the SoundA high pitched screeching was within my ears. Alongside it, images played of aberrant worlds I only know of. A girl raced throughout a deserted city, her feet diving into every puddle. Another girl was ignited ablaze, her eyes scarred with rage. Another singular girl, was left abandoned in a battlefield, and held ashes of a loved one within her hands that slipped between her fingers.Replenish the Sound in Short Stories More Like This
Ashes upon ashes… Dust upon dust…
She cupped her ears as I did the same. We glanced up at what laid above us, and I cringed as the voices beneath the intense screeching grew rapidly.
Help us! they screamed their faces before me in the vast, onyx sea.
But this was nearly eight years ago and now the voices are hushed, and I cannot even hear the waves crash and splash against the cliff. The wind is the same, its whistle so low that I can only distinguish it by its gentle touch. Upon it all, colors have even faded, drawing my sanctuary into a location of despair. This place, this world I
Beyond the Subconscious MindTick, tockBeyond the Subconscious Mind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The hands click around the clock.
In five more minutes it will be three o’ clock.
And the clocks bells are ready to chime, welcoming an unexpected presence,
One where it has a delicate appearance.
Laying upon a daybed, decorated balls screwed into its frame,
Is a young girl with orange hair resembling a flame.
She’s in a deep sleep, eyes rapidly moving,
As the scenario within her dream is accelerating.
She has become drenched in sweat and turns herself onto her back.
Her dreams are becoming nothing more than an image of black.
Sorrow and agony is what she feels from a forgotten memory
That this dream dares to embody.
The godfather clock begins to play its song.
The girl’s eyes crack as she begins to feel that something is wrong.
Beyond the subconscious mind, lurks a presence
That can only bring reassurance.
As the girl twists herself, to view the darkness away from the bed
A hand is laid upon her forehead.
The presence she
Vice VersaLife isn’t what everyone expected it to beVice Versa in Free Verse More Like This
It’s in a disguise to trick the blind
It’ll gobble you up or kick you down
It’s truly Death hiding behind the mask
Death is the opposite of everyone’s expectations
It’s hiding behind the mask that everyone gladly greets
It’ll embrace anyone in warm arms and tell anyone they’re worth it
It’s truly Life in a disguise
Life and Death or vice versa
Facts, or the truth, are what we don’t want to hear
They’re deafening enough as they’re spoken
They want people to suffer in their power
It’s what makes Lies so lovely
Lies are what we wish will connect to our senses
They’re so lovely to us and want us to believe in their profoundness
They keep people sane and away from the Truth
It’s what distracts us from the Truth
Lies and the Truth or vice versa
Love is truly a painful fairytale
It’s an accident waiting to happen
Behind its back it ho
Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was tenContinuous Voices in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.
There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.
Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.
These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.
Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
And sometimes they decrescendo
Leaving me alone to the world’s beauty.
Eight years with these continuous voices
And they have given me remarkable choices
One with the most beautiful fiery star
To the one with an unforgiving scar.
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulderSecond Shadow in Free Verse More Like This
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul
To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes
Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
ConstructDelving into the originsConstruct in Free Verse More Like This
Of what makes an individual
Who are you? Who am I?
There’s a lack of understanding,
Yet we jump to judge
And claim to know
That which we could never understand
Attempts are seldom made
To investigate the unknown
To strive to discover
Those we claim to know
From the inside out
Extract the innermost thoughts
In place there is an idealist mirage
To which our beliefs shall cling to
In desperation, or disbelief
It’s the construct of our mindset
That leads us all astray
The World Wide WebAll this information at our fingertipsThe World Wide Web in Free Verse More Like This
Yet we choose to look at cats?
Freedom to voice our every thought
A privilege left unchecked
A steaming pit of tricks and trolls
Accessories now abused
Drowning in the vanity
And self obsessed depravity
Our lives uploaded; digitalised
Essence poured upon the screen
Entitled to an opinion
Set up for a response
Like throwing a lump of meat
To a pack of wild dogs
“Ten years ago, these people would not be allowed crayons,
Let alone use of the internet”
World Long GoneWake upWorld Long Gone in Free Verse More Like This
The party’s over
Just when you thought the world
Couldn't fuck you over
What’s in your head
Is more than reality
Could ever dream to be
A cosy retreat
From all the lies and deceit
Of those you surround yourself with
You were too busy
With pointless dreaming
To realise that the world has left you behind
They all moved on
The Dead and the DreamingA psychotic misinterpretation of realityThe Dead and the Dreaming in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Succumbing to translucent nightmares
A silent toast to the death of dreaming
That's what they always said
But we know better than this
These voices call my reason
They tell me I can't see their reality
But I can feel it's existence
There is no darkness in these blinding hallucinations
I have not a sadistic heart
Yet this stimulation they force-feed me
Can never be enough to sate the hunger inside
Swept aside as another case
Doctor said I'm like the rest
These demons in my head,
The hatred in my eyes
I must exercise this violence
Portrayed through imaginings in my mind
Before control is relinquished
And turned to black before me
Lies the eclipsing grasp of my
Hold on this dimension
Perception askew, a soul ajar
I interpret the meanings
And design my own derivations
These friends of mine in corporeal form
Plot with me the impending demise
Of those who threaten to
'Make me better'
I pray that death will grant me
Master of the abstract
And there is
Night TerrorsMy eyes snap open. I can’t make out the ceiling above me, but I know it’s there. I look down; no duvet, I’m fully clothed. It’s the dream again. The number of times I’ve recalled the same nightmare is incalculable, every time it’s slightly longer than the last recount, almost as if it’s building up to something horrific. There’s nothing I can do except let the dream play out until I lurch screaming back into reality.Night Terrors in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As per usual, I check the clock on the bedside table to my right. It reads 3am exactly. With unusual movements I pull myself up from the bed and stand in the middle of the room, still enveloped in darkness. The door as always is slightly ajar, allowing the glow from the kitchen clock (My room is on the ground floor) to invade the darkness of my room.
Without registering the movement of my feet, I find myself pulling the door open fully and stepping out into the kitchen. Everything is unnaturally cold, like an invisible frost
EnigmaThe careless whispersEnigma in Free Verse More Like This
Shatter the night befouled
Screaming at the veil of silence
That coats the sickened mind
No-one can hear your tortured cries
As you beg the dark for help
Answers to be provided
Ascendance to be foretold
The voices in your head
Speak in mute voices
You are left alone
To divide and conquer
Your enigmatic strain
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
What I had for breakfast!
That I brushed my teeth
That I had a shit
What I watched on TV
And so on and so forth
I can see how interested you are
So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
Let me inform you that
I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
It should be headline news!
Can’t you see?
I’m the face of the human race!
Isn’t that just great?
Dissolution of FormThey have broken down the barriersDissolution of Form in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of space and time
I have conjured this dream state
To alleviate the suffering
I burnt these bridges
To reconcile the mental stance
Empty promises meld into nothing
Amnesiac for convenience
These captured memories
Bring nothing of a fractured past
A ruptured glimpse into the depths
Of overwhelming tragedy
An ocean of disease
Burns within my mind
The connections remain torn
The truth lays lost and forgotten
Weakened from the act itself
Strength ebbs away from body of form
They are waiting for the revelation
The reincarnation of lost depictions.
Dissolution of the form
Deviate from paths untold
Dissolution of the form
There is nothing in this world
Break free of these chains
Before they force me to remember
The crime which lays locked away
Inside my tortured mind
There are no more steps to take
I threw away the key
This deviance still locked away
Hidden from prying eyes
They grow ever restless now
And tighten their restraints
White dungeon walls
Carcass ChoirsDarkened halls enclose youCarcass Choirs in Free Verse More Like This
Carry you far away from here
Into the greater unknown
Towards the endless abyss
To that which we can only dream of
To the carcass call of the afterlife
To discover the truths of heaven and hell
The pain inside your chest
Defines your dying days
Perceives your weak and withered shell
Dissolves your human traits
This empty ward
This hospital bed
Is no place for life to linger
But a place only fitting for death to tread
Why I Stopped WritingHere's a little story about me,Why I Stopped Writing in Free Verse More Like This
about my skill to paint a grim little scene,
to make the mind creak,
to talk of those things which we don't like to speak.
I was a girl of sixteen and I had a dream,
to exist so broken hearted that I would know,
know to the core,
that love was as real as I thought it should have been.
I was dramatic to say the least and wrote poems spanning ages,
wrote of crashed cars and seeing those eyes again later,
FEELING that stare,
knowing that though time had passed,
he'd not actually gone anywhere.
English class came,
seemed so lame,
most days in the back with the boys,
getting out of work with the most clever ploys.
Then one day the teacher said,
we could share our writing,
with all the others,
to my in
Writer's Block Tick TockA tutorial of sorts,Writer's Block Tick Tock in Writing More Like This
a type of last resort,
in the language of quips and retorts.
An opinion if I may,
if you formerly had anything brilliant to say,
it then dried up like the well from The Grudge,
don't be too harsh on yourself,
nor too quick to judge,
don't conclude you run on empty,
that's a trip to the cemetery.
There is plenty of material to choose from,
both here and before,
just know that reality for starters,
be assured of that to your core.
There is some reason,
which is neither here nor there,
that your imagination isn't taking you anywhere.
Just step away from the console,
go live life hard for a while,
guaranteed upon arrival back
you'll step in a pile.
No Reboot, No OverrideNo Reboot, no override,No Reboot, No Override in Free Verse More Like This
nowhere to hide,
in your head you reside.
Don't take me there,
I don't want to care,
don't ponder the wake
as my pyre rising escalates,
covers the stars,
the vapors that choke all in the thick,
you've cut too close to the quick.
The impulse to lower your gaze,
wanting to begin luring the beast away
from the self mutilation that will now prevail,
anything to break apart,
but too forward now to rewind,
already encountered so much more and oh the gore,
but lack of fear is never the sickness
but fright the only weakness.
Banking on another day in feigned paradise,
but those blood caked realms
spawned renderings of a crimson spell,
differed far from, far apart from
those you had hoped were painted in your personal hells,
my what they find,