give me a reason to stayI need more from youMore Like This
than two lips parted;
hungry hands scrabbling
at my sides.
I need your limbs
twined around my
hopes and dreams -
I need your fingers
clutching for my soul.
CelesteEvery tide will wax and wane to mirror the moonMore Like This
on these nights she beckons ever brighter,
while every other lovelorn gaze will scorn the stars
and lose itself in something earthward bound.
Look Around YouLook around,More Like This
See how life moves on.
See that old lady with her hat,
See that child holding his mother’s hand.
See that sparrow flying above,
See this world, so full of love.
See how time ticks on.
Cherish everything before it’s gone.
See that couple across the street,
See those lovebirds in their tree.
Halt your steps and feel that breeze,
Appreciate everything that you see.
Close your eyes,
Hear the sounds of life.
The river gurgling happily away,
The leaves rustling as trees sway.
Cathedral bells that start to toll,
Bees that buzz and doves that coo.
The simple joys of life all start small,
May you enjoy your days more and more.
Feel the warm sunlight on your skin.
See those flowers blooming in the spring,
Red cherries bright against their leaves.
The children are playing hide and seek,
Their tinkling laughter echoes in the wind.
I stood under the tree, watching this scene,
Hoping someone would join me,
And set me free.
Listen to me,
Know that I
Just BreatheI dreamed of you last nightMore Like This
Oh, how perfect you were
Brilliant white cheeks; tinged blue
By death's tender kiss
"Open your eyes, baby"
I stroked your hair;
Kissed your forehead
I loved you as if you were mine -
Held you close
But alas, you never were
"Breathe, baby. Just breathe..."
State FairYou were still alive when I started this poem.More Like This
Maybe Newport's walls couldn't hold you in after all,
Maybe running away from home is the only way back.
I spend every summer looking for you in the sky,
between the blurred bokeh of carnival lights
and the blasts of mortars.
Nothing but smoke.
I hang on to that last week in August like a promise.
Maybe in the crowd of two hundred thousand,
your face would flicker in the dark
before disappearing altogether.
But after the bright lights burst,
all we are left with is blue bruising into orange
and the fade of sulfur in the air.
After it's over,
all that we have
are the ashes in our palms.
How to Love YourselfPromise yourselfMore Like This
that you will do things
right this time
Swear to yourself that
you really can keep
Tell yourself that you
have what it takes -
that you're only failing
because you aren't
trying hard enough
But repeat to yourself more often that
sometimes it really isn't your fault -
sometimes the teacher is terrible
or you didn't have time to eat
or you were just too tired
Tell yourself that you
know what you're doing.
Tell yourself that you
are prepared to fly
even if your wings are
Tell yourself that you'll
And if you ever catch
yourself breaking down,
god, just don't stop running
or else you'll realize
that your lungs are
starved for oxygen
Just repeat while breathless,
"I am okay. I am okay. I am okay.
I am okay-"
Write across your collarbone:
"I am not trash.
I am enough.
I deserve to be happy.
I am perfect and
nothing needs fixing."
Everything's the fault of
the rest of the world
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: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
I WantI want to be able to scream,More Like This
I want to be able to talk,
But whenever I voice my opinions,
They’re left so deep in the dark.
I want to be able to cry,
I want to be able to smile,
But I only can in desperation,
So I’ll fake my emotions for a while.
I want to be able to stand,
I want to be able to laugh,
But whenever I manage to catch it,
It fades away from my grasp.
I want to be able to tell you,
But it’s harder than I first might have thought,
Because from my past experience,
I only became more distraught.
I want it to stop being complicated,
So for once, I can sit down and explain,
But for now I’ll just have to stick,
With hiding my tears in the rain.
I want to be able to scream,
I want to be able to talk,
But I can never find the right words to say,
So I’ll continue my long, lonely walk.
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Chapter 127 RAW!! || 123-125 ENG || 125 ESP.More Like This
126 - HERE
127 - HERE[new]
I've been waiting for their reunion and finally it happened! Their expressions on page 12 are priceless *having a lot of brotp feelings*
Chapter 123 HERE[new]
Chapter 124 HERE[new]
Chapter 125 HERE[new]
Capítulo 125 en Español AQUÍ [new]
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a