Job Well DoneHe sat there in the crowded hallway -- of which you took no notice
Slowly taking his crayon, pens, lined paper -- you looked at your watch
He, all of 10, disappears writing his work -- too busy as you wander
Laying on the floor he writes it slowly -- not paying attention
He sits there in the hallway holding the sign -- the train is late
"It's Sometimes Pointless" it says, coffee stains -- you stop and stare
There is a crowd forming slowly, he looks straight ahead -- what is he doing?
He holds it with two small fingers, blank look cast -- you squint
It was then they started, carrying on about the sign -- they got angry
How it was not this
The Moon Carriage: to a Bright Sunny DayThe Moon Carriage: to a Bright Sunny DayMore Like This
Good and Evil in the carriage, moonlight
Who will win on this trusted night.
The ocean sprays its' clouds of dust
The carriage stands there, gathering rust
The lady stands to attention, on the left
Her chest bares forward, the music cleft
She lifts her chin, she takes her will
The evil one plays its devils fill
The music is captured, a sudden sound
A photograph shown, all around
And there it is, what has happened still
The good one stood, with all her will
And should you hear that sound, beware
It is the devils music, you do hear
Don't get in the carriage, forget and turn away
And walk up the beach
Partial EclipseIt was the moon in partial eclipse, a breath of clouds in the windMore Like This
It was but a mystery, unsolvable, a slight look at God over your shoulder
It was but a secret, it was but a tear, when, the fantasy disappeared
You saw it, in all its glory, and disappeared...out the door
And as I packed up, quickly, I felt the loss, two losses in a day
And walked out to a world
-- that knew me.
Six word StoriesMy Mr Whippy VanMore Like This
Smiles, happiness, chocolate -
flake on top
She fell, head first into flowers
My last fantasy job
Serving her majesty, not all fun
Prelude to death
Angels saying "You're not ready yet"
Standing on the rim, time backwards
Wonderland, its normal to taste sounds
Angel in the Emergency Room
With a number saying "times up"
She ran across the field, naked
Held hands, as she faded away
I've heard them
Dogs speak, if you listen enough
Hell's the deep end, come visit
The Fading Sunlight
The dogs barked, as hell walked
Isn't it ironic..?Isn't it ironicMore Like This
that humans are
the cruelest species
on the planet
shooting and killing
and other animals
and still we use humanity
to describe love and compassion.
Isn't it ironic
that to uphold
peace on earth
we bomb it.
Isn't it ironic
that murder is immoral
but the people
who carry out
death sentence and war
are heros forevermore.
Isn't it ironic
that we will say one thought
and do another deed
that we will change our morals
to be what we need.
Aren't we ironic?
I wear this make-upI wear this make-upMore Like This
By: Aiko M. Kuroki
I wear this make-up to hide my face,
To always hide the shame I placed.
I wear this make-up so no one can see,
All the pain that lives in me.
My whole childhood,
Is one of pain.
Always hearing their laughter,
Calling me names,
Ones filled with nothing but pain.
I wear this make-up,
Because it kept me safe.
I wear this make-up,
To keep my place.
The whole world is black and white,
Yet some where I saw a light.
In the pain and through these tears,
I heard someone actually cared.
So I wiped it off,
All the make-up I had.
And started to see,
The girl I feared looking at me.
I wiped it away,
And saw her
AliceShe ran and she ranMore Like This
From the forest
Being chased and harrassed
Screamed at, the fox getting closer
The pounding of her heart
Not knowing what was coming
The darkness unable to control
The panting of its breath
The screaming in her mind
The high pitched squeal of the wind
The darkness, the darkness
Fear, Fear, Fear
Screaming beyond imagining
-- He declared to me -- fullstop
Alice in Wonderland
Was always something I enjoyed
As I sit there and make pictures
Remembering the fear
But slowly painting butterflies
Looking at a spider and seeing
The wind blow the web
Wondering, why I want to return to the
CannibalsHeartless,More Like This
As they devour
Each and every
Hopes and dreams.
Of what you
They are those
Live in vulnerable
Truth in Her SmileShe smiled at you, as she held out her hand -- What is this about?More Like This
She said she cared, stepping forward -- I am suspicious
She made a dish for you, with a heart on it -- Is something wrong?
She said, so quietly, she would cook dinner -- Would it be poison?
Finally, she said in not so many words, I love you -- Does she really?
Making her smile, reach her eyes for truth -- This is shocking.
It was then, that you disappeared, quietly -- I must run
Dismissing love, because you did not have it -- Inside of you.
Little TreasuresMore Like This
Paper ships in puddles
drifting on their way
a child's wish stored aboard
to come ashore one day
Music BoxI sat in my living roomMore Like This
With my tea on the rocks.
Staring at an heirloom
Of an old music box.
It was on my birthday,
When I had just turned nine.
The timeless instrument played
And entered this life of mine.
The melodic brass chimes
From the wooden trinket.
Sounding sweetly sublime,
It became a favourite.
In time, decades soon passed
And the world came to know
Of a toy meant to last,
thus came the radio.
By then, I forgot my gift.
It was left all alone.
For my life took a shift,
what happened was I had grown.
And now, I have grown old.
I had a crude thought struck:
That the radio gone cold,
Never had songs that stuck.
Only then did I se
The PageThe blank page mocks meMore Like This
Staring at me, saying
I am blank
Fill me with your writing
Tell me your agony
Let me know your secrets
And I stare back
Lost In ConfusionLost In ConfusionMore Like This
My mind is spinning without a rest
Emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?
The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on..
Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A roller-coaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this?
I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noises echo
Take My HeartWounded hearts bleed so deepMore Like This
I grasp bending down on one knee
I up look up at her
With tears in my eyes
Begging and pleading one more time
Please I cry
Remove it from me
I can't handle the pain
So deep within me
Let me feel nothing
Because its all a lie
Love is supposed to be beautiful
Yet instead I cry
Lifting the knife
With shaking hands
Blood dripping from it
Into the sand
Kneeling down next to me
Her eyes open wide
Staring at the fresh scars
Where my heart does be
Shaking her head
She holds me close
Covering the cuts
As I lean in close
Cry little one
She says to me
Pour your heart out
Let the pain free
Eternal SleepA sirens song,More Like This
Calls my name,
Sorrowful and beautiful,
Filled with pain,
The call of death,
Promises of peace,
An eternal one,
Of endless sleep.
Her open arms,
Hold me close,
As the coldness
Of death takes hold
Numbing and frozen
As the pain eases away
I close my eyes
And with my last breath
Say your name....
Canvas Of Paint And BloodYou have your canvas,More Like This
and I have mine.
Your canvas is made of cloth,
mine is made of flesh.
Your paintbrush is made of fibers,
mine is made of metal.
Your paint comes in many colors,
mine comes in only red.
We both express our art,
as a form of pain relief.
Your have your canvas,
and I have mine.
The EscapistIt is really insomniaMore Like This
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?
I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?
Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the h
And Yet I Only See Blood and DarknessIf you ask what I am doing in the late hours of nightMore Like This
This is where my mind shall rest:
If I cannot be lifeless
I will be gone on the inside
And no one can convince me of otherwise doing
I have given up
The tables have turned & I have now thrown myself in the opposite direction
This tug-of-war has weakened me
And no matter how long & hard your pleas may echo
My brain has set on inward comatose
What I have woken up to doing
What my eyes have been seeing
What my ears have been hearing
What my instincts have led me to believe…
All point to the obvious I have truly gone insane
An insane person belongs away from all
So why not es
DarknessThe darkness follows us allMore Like This
But only some succumb to it.
Words cannot describe pain,
Paint can't take place of blood
Light crushed with lost souls
Unloved, unwanted, hurt
Pick the blade
Sharp, razor, lightweight
deep slash through pale
No understanding at all
Words completely gone
No one wants you
You're alone. Uncared for.
Why don't you give up?
We'll end it all,
Can we be saved?
EdgeStandingMore Like This
Tip toes at the edge
The steep drop looms
calling you close
to its' soothing forgiveness
heart, completely broken
The last barrier
Keeping you alive
has left you in endless pain
Hoping for his call
Waiting for the cold
for the water to coat you
then nothing, but darkness.
StorySleeves, long, pulled downMore Like This
Skin, criss crossed with pale white
against scars, puckered and jagged.
Can you tell the story?
Some abused, harassed, hurt,
Held against their will
Punished, pushed open, forced wide,
Broken, pained, raped
Some punish themselves harshly
Self hatred, loathing, misery
to slash with blades into soft skin
a release, true justice, free
Faliure, is what some fear
Teachers and parents alike punish her,
Yes she may dream of inspiration,
Pushed down, Demoted, Full of failure
They stand together with bandaged arms
Reasons make no difference
They stand scarred, never alone
But can you tell the story?
My GiftMy gift to you,More Like This
Will be my heart.
My gift to you,
Will be my strength.
My gift to you,
Will be my love.
My gift to you,
Will be my blood.
My gift to you,
Will be my body.
My gift to you,
Will be my mind.
#118 pity the ones that don't cryI’m not exactly rotting away,More Like This
But I’m not all here today,
My mind wanders through the fields of envy
While my joy seems so empty,
I love the taste of blood at night,
But not the next morning’s fright,
Is it a case of loved and lost again?
Will I find out so? When?
Words I utter to myself that isn’t me,
Carry away the hatred with beauty,
Oh, to love that what I most desire,
Is the only true way to carry me higher?
Tell me those once more, once more,
No stop it I can’t take much more!
I’ll let you free just this once, I swear,
But neither believes the promises bare,
Devoid of all thoughts just mindless imitat
I am open for commissionsPoint commissions will be gone now, i wont be taking anymore. i need the money, more so then everMore Like This
Flat color- 10$
Full Picture- 20$
**this was just a quick, simple, easy commissions list**
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showersMore Like This
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place
A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity
I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied
Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my pa
All my friends seem to be doing this name meme1. YOUR REAL NAME:More Like This
Raijin Lawrence Mikah
2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)
Raizzle (don't sound right lol)
3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal)
Yellow Catfish (lolol)
4. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
5. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)
Dr. Green Pepper (lolololololol)
6. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, first two letters of your middle name, last two letters of your first name then last three letters of your last name)
8. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets)
Black Sweetie (pfff sounds like a gay goth, guess that works lol)
9. NINJA NAME: (First two letters of your first name added with Ruto)
10. FANTASY NAME: (first two letters of your middle name, second letter of your last name, last two letters of your last name, last letter of your first name)
Locked in a dark roomI lock myself in my roomMore Like This
Hiding myself from my gloom
In a place away from everything that has caused me trouble
Trying to forget everything horrible in life, everything that screwed up.
A Bad DreamMy first shot at the confusion that surrounds us all, that something is missing, most things are fine but a piece, a small, no definitely a big piece of the puzzle is missing. We all pretend, it’s OK, but you know it’s not, you will know, when you look at the stars at night you will know, mate you will fly for sure.More Like This
Allow me to introduce myself to me, Kate. My friends call me Mat because I am sad. Every number has an even number, twenty five makes me itchy and twelve is just bad. I will fry you an egg if you fly. There is nothing like homicidal suicide and butter chips are just not on. Even if you were the brother of Kerry, if it
Skeleton ChildI am made,More Like This
Of skin and bones,
No fat or muscle,
Just what is left.
A skeleton child,
An empty being.
I am so cold.
So very cold.
You Are Only OneDaisies. Pretty flowers to the eyes. They have a sort of simplicity that makes them appealing to our human mind. Simple delicate white petals and a round yellow center. They grow in a field among other daisies. A simple flower to look at, to even draw, a five year old can draw a Daisy. Their delicacy is also appealing, as human's are quite delicate beings too. Furthermore, Daisies are easy to destroy, a foot to the petals, a pluck of an innocent child's fingers and it's gone. As goes nature, as some would say. Nature is easily overpowered by man, we don't actually miss the flower. More can grow, right? That was only one Daisy there are billions of other daisies in the world. We don't really think of it as being destroyed, though if I now replace the Daisy with a little bright eyed blonde hair girl in a white dress the story is changed, and your reaction, now different. A little girl in the city growing up among millions of others, a boot replaced with abuse and a pluck with a gun. No mMore Like This
Letter To a StrangerYou do not recognize my nameMore Like This
Nor am I in knowledge of yours
Though we have never met before
I feel the need to speak with you
To tell you stories of my life
And you provide me with the same
But before we start a friendship
I wish to ask you a few things
Thus, your undivided focus
Is what I need from you right now
Can you pay fervant attention
To every word that passes my lips?
In years past, I have met people
Who love surface phenomena
And fail to dive deeper than that
Refuse to connect ideas
Will you hear the depths of my verse
And perceive me for who I am?
And many of these same people
Have done nothing to assist me
With any hardship I h
Sand ManI smile,More Like This
Through the wasteland that's my world
Through the hunger that's my heart
Through the sorrow that's my mind
Only to find,
The sparkling water bright
The golden desert's cry,
Under the silver dagger's shine!
To hide what's deep inside
So you can't steal my pride.
My old, old skin tonight
Before my venom levels rise
So that you can sleep tonight!
Can't you feel,
The pressure levels rise?
As we slowly die,
Trapped in each other's eyes.
Your life is what I hold
That's more than you've been told.
I shed my skin tonight
My lies, no longer can I hide.
Can't you hear
Why...Why do I hate myselfMore Like This
when I have people who care?
why is it i feel so alone
in a room full of people?
Why do I want to cry
in the middle of class?
Tell me why!
Why is it that
I am disgusted with myself?
That I just want to cry?
Why is it that I'm still here?
I know people care for me,
I have friends,
and people who want me to be happy.
But i'm just not.
I hate myself,
and I don't know why.
I'm disgusted with myself
and I can't see why
anyone would care for me.
When even I hate myself.
and I really have no reason to.
And when I am thinking of why,
I'm thinking of why I shouldn't
but that doesn't break through.
I don't know why
The Fog"The Fog"More Like This
Every one of us has fog in our lives
Some more than others; some of us choke
And no matter the place where we reside
We're always gasping and breathing in smoke
This fog develops and envelops us whole
Blinding our very sense of direction
We often can't see which way to go
So we hide behind our fog's objections
This air becomes too thick to breathe
From the very moment of our youth
And often hidden below and beneath
Is the very essence of elusive truth
But we can not see all the ideals
Walking around lost in a cloudy haze
So we blindly guess at what is real
Hoping that we have found the way
But opaque roads are rocky and littere
The NoteIt caught your eyeMore Like This
That little girl
Holding the note
That felt so unreal
It came across you
As you wandered past
Way too fast
She stands in purple
Her hair tied in bows
A tear there welling
While no one knows
And she just sits there
Listening to what you say
She could say something
Risk it all
Prepare herself for the
Toss all those images
From her soul beware
And just trust
That others will care
But as you lean closer
To what she says
What has been giving her
What horror she holds
She cannot say
The images live within her