The ThingI lay still in my bed,The Thing by Caylee-Slansen
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come back again,
IF they dare.
N o v ai.N o v a by DearPoetry
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quiveredHunting Avalon's Moon by ArthurCrow
Warm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;
— like a silent song of golden pollen falling in
timeless reverie, seeding forests arcane
The dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,
adorning the hunger of shadows and spirits
Long I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...
where unto the hallowed beckoned wild
I slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,
windswept in feasts of tongue & flame
Dreams and dreamers, in haste I did reap
And I thrusted my sword into the sky
Ever night's bequest, the stars shall not die
Thru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;
— my soul etched into the mists of time
O'er pastel fields, untamed memories seek
In a circle of Kings, I shimmered in ebon robes
Perfumed eyes gathered like nightingales
And I watched upon gossamer tides —
Merlin caught her gaze resting among
the promise of stars and beloved Moon
"Thou art heavenly clad in velvet starlight"
She fled upon his song & wept in quietude,
Hope and desperationHope and desperation walk togetherHope and desperation by Eddkun
be strong is to overcome the desperation
and hope until the end
Faith is believing in the unbelievable
look at the infinite
not having any guarantees, no security
give up all
and hope to find
something bigger than this gray reality
I have hope
and walk in the darkness
and desperation is the price paid by the desire for some light
|I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.|
Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,Serendipity and Snowfall by Sammur-amat
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.
I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.
With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you watch me as I molt my flaws away under the wondrous,
I shall soar,
from my axel I shall spiral sublimely on the outskirts of onlookers' smiles-
as well as my own,
& I shall skimpily,
glide through the snowflake strata unto the star-studded shangri-la.
I find my freedom in a winter only world.
Let me lease into my
Pride of a Nationfear coalesced with doubt, crystallizing in the pit of herPride of a Nation by LightOverpowers58
stomach—intestines rotting with hatred, she prayed as
the men passed by, eyes tightened against winter winds
while drums beat to a somber march…her heart dropped,
cerulean blood pooling around the soles of her feet, hidden
from the oxygen filled air none of them could help but breathe
as the torches’ fire filled the sky and knapsacks overran with
precious goods…flee the city, they all did, with the pride of Russia
behind them, their homes lay as ashes and towns known only by
their wooden signs…snow shrouded the land and covered the people
born in a winter only world—she took a single breath and turned away
facing a new fate, one buried in snow no different from where she came.
Dear Big Brother,Sister cried three days straight,Dear Big Brother, by RecklessMonstrosity
Mom couldn't say a word,
and kept on cleaning saying,
"You've hurt this family enough.
I don't want you back in this home."
Big brother I miss you,
I'm wondering how things went wrong.
You were so strong and
turned away from all the bad in your life.
Big brother it was a slap in the face,
to realize you weren't so strong,
That even you could fall.
We love you and wanted the best,
but big brother you won't see.
The pain your causing to yourself and to us.
Big brother Vicente misses you,
Rolly asks where you are,
and we can't tell them the truth.
All we can do is lie to them,
Tell them you were busy.
Please don't push us away,
please big brother stop.
We want you happy and not yelling.
You won't listen to them,
so please listen to me.
Big brother you can't see,
Your girlfriend doesn't care.
Please just hear my pleas.
Big brother I know you're strong.
You've done it before.
Now you went back and I'm wondering,
if we'll ever have you back.
Big brother we m
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla by ArthurCrow
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
ObservesViscous meringue: seed in bilayer throneObserves by Monocephalized
Seamless triad crone
One and two to watch, but neither one will know
Succour in steins: tupped a tailor bone
Victor draw its loan
One and two to mine, each ever vexed in stone
A glass for the gainsaid baker
A knife for near dead keeper
A light for the layman drifter
A cross for the cow-eyed butcher
I don't have enough words...I want to tell her.I don't have enough words... by BkinD4Life
I'll write about my love, but
I've run out of words.
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,Gentle Edges by FrostedQueen
they may be sharp and rough,
but they are a big part of me
that made me strong when I was weak.
Dying RomanceThe romance is dead and arrogance is strong in your heart.Dying Romance by FrostedQueen
I can see the lights hidden deep in your mind,
but they shine only for you and no one else.
I can finally see..you made me so blind, I can finally see
that everything we had wasn't real.
I should've known that..when your sapphire eyes flashed in the dark
that you were no good,
but I've always loved a little danger on the inside to play with mine.
And that's where I went wrong, I played my cards too soon and I
felt my heart die when you left without saying goodbye.
RWBY- Bad Blood Taylor Swift Parody’Cause, Blake, now we got bad bloodRWBY- Bad Blood Taylor Swift Parody by Asterlia
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you’ve done
’Cause, Blake, now we’ve got bad blood
Now I’ve got armies
And I don’t think you can stop me
So go ahead and run
Darling, now we’ve got bad blood
Did you have to join them?
I was thinking that you could be trusted
Did you have to ruin
My heart, now it’s black and corrupted
Did you have to leave me?
On that train, darling, I couldn’t reach
And time came, split us clean
No going back, I guess you didn’t need me
Oh, it’s so sad to think about our past lives, you and I
’Cause, Blake, now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you’ve done
’Cause, Blake, now we’ve got bad blood
Now we’re on two teams
And I don’t think you’ll come back to me
You might just be strong enough
But you’re struggling to keep up
Did you think I’d be fine?
Zoi Horis Stoli_Oso Yparhoune SimeesΖωή Χωρίς ΣτολήZoi Horis Stoli_Oso Yparhoune Simees by DraganTheMighty
Ζήσε μαζί μου μόνο μια στιγμή,
Είμαι η Ζωή και δε φοράω στολή!
Έλα μαζί μου μόνο μια στιγμή,
Βγες απ’ την παράγκα τη μικρή!
Ξέχνα τη σκοπιά!
Πέτα το χακί
κι ανέβα στο παπί,
O Rithmos Tis Mousikis SouΟ Ρυθμός Της Μουσικής ΣουO Rithmos Tis Mousikis Sou by DraganTheMighty
ο ρυθμός της μουσικής σου,
πως δεν είμαι η ευχή σου
αυτή η λάμψη στη ματιά σου,
πως δεν είμαι στην καρδιά σου
Pine PointIt’s dark and lonely, and I have no claimPine Point by Monocephalized
Inside a cage inside my chest
No pop or crackle, from this metal flame
Just dust and echo
My words are paper, symbols in ink
That I have stabbed onto the page
No bleed unworried, no wound succinct
No hello hurried
Just dust and echo, and no more than meadow
Stained black with dagger flying spines
No burn or bellow, from this smouldered pine
As it draws upon the sky
It’s dark and lonely, and I am in pain
To watch my words pool on the point
A life of moments, condensed and maimed
As it draws shadows in a cage
as we drag our feet to non-existent sandMany took for grantedas we drag our feet to non-existent sand by LumenArtist
a kind heart to a gentle hand
guided to misguided places,
a keep sake,
was a crescent moon
to a fertile land.
where we fell to loss and victory
we tied this noose
to tomorrows forgiveness,
as we drag our feet
to non-existent sand
the message we drew
had washed away;
are we bound to a moment
a fingertip on time we planted
while staring to forever
are we the breath of confinement
those stole out wishes.
I saw sadness in life,
do we grow poor or grow riches
memories; we treasure
dear depression,(master of the umbra)dear depression, by RoseScarlet
i hate you.
broken whispers, lonely promises,
you are the worst of lovers, owning all, but
never seeming to be satisfied
even with your name branded scarlet into my wrists.
i am no longer the golden songbird as when you first met me,
you still hang onto me
raking across my heart like
my pen ripping across the bloodstained page, like
lightning across the skies, (vengeance
raining down from the gods i used to believe in)
"don't let them catch you,"
you breathed into my ears.
an ounce of life, in exchange for a cloak of darkness (i thought i'd only stay one night)
the fog was sluggish and deep.
so blinded, I hid
in the shelter you offered me
(i still hear those echoes)
my rib cages are my prison bars, my heart bound by these chains...
you chopped off my wings and left bleeding stumps
and told me i was never bound for the skies.
(shattered glass, lifeless eyes)
Set me free.
College ImpressionsAutumn arrived early this year,College Impressions by SeaPlume
suddenly—within the matter of three minutes—
a sucker punch
that couldn't afford to last.
Summer's efflorescence still bloomed
on the first day of classes
as the white magnolias filled the quad
and the denizens of the red bricked buildings
returned to their labors.
too many to quantify:
in the bustling pastel swaths of students
and the cool white dimness of the lecture hall,
hours of freedom
after the endless summers
of lethargy and monochrome
that fade with the last remnants of childhood...
curled midst the neon chairs and cushions
carpeting the floor.
3 AM board games,
the plastic rainbow of pieces
blurring through my exhaustion,
shuffling weary home
before dawn breaks pale on the horizon
past the last of the party rabble
slurring profanities that echo up the stairwell
chasing me to bed.
Black and gold banners
snap in the chill air<em>
AnonymityLast train to who knows whereAnonymity by SeaPlume
Glides past in a bumpy, jostling line of cars
Like schoolchildren waiting in the lunch line
Or filing in from recess.
The haunted whistle of the train’s alarm
Pierces the night like a screech owl’s call
As the carriages race past, a continuous black shadow
Against thin moonlight streaking the rippling river water.
Every scene along the track—
Families in living rooms, late-night bar patrons,
The dairy farm stretching for miles along the line—
Are merely blurred moments to the denizens of these rushing carriages
Traveling through the blackness in their private tunnel of train light,
Heading for destinations disconnected from the rails they ride,
Unknown to fellow passengers and carriage workers alike,
Gone before dawn tips the trees.
After the attacks, what unityAfter the attacks, what unity by ArikaRinkishika
After the attacks, what unity
Yesterday evening, the world has stopped its breath at 9 pm to pay tribute to the poor victims of this horrible attack and spoke about uniting the Nation! The channel iTELE put an image representing a candle with the following hashtags: #9:20PM #UnitedWeStand .
But this image is a fake message of unity in my country which is France!
There is no unity and there will never be!
Do you know why?
Because a category of the population still remains perceived as the cockroach of the Nation! Because this resentful word is never disputed whether by this newspaper as well as those of their colleagues journalists or by the political and intellectual elites of this country! Except some very rare exceptions!
Because I am always this not complete Frenchwoman whom is tolerated with so much disdain and contempt on this territory! Yes, I do not deserve to have the same rights as all here!
Because my parents and my grandparents, for too many people,
50 Love Poems Before Sunset50 Love Poems Before Sunset50 Love Poems Before Sunset by MaggotsX
into the street of the sky
light walks scattering poems
how beautifully swims
the fooling world
(heart,could we bear
the marvel of this thing?)
let’s live suddenly without thinking:
when souls which have forgot frivolity
cannot touch because they are too near
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed
something which is worth the whole.
just at the edge of day)i surely
make a millionth poem
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
I will take the sun in my mouth
it does not greatly matter to the sun,
because she is beautiful
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh.
sure lyHer eye s
face is as a dream
in white fragrance rendering death
Dishonorable Mansion 2Dishonorable Mansion 2-The House at the End of the Lane*Dishonorable Mansion 2 by Michel-le-fou
Case 1. Preiti Manikchanda and Her Mother
Neither tourists nor residents of Vancouver may be really aware; but, some of the older backstreets of the suburban area of the city, which long have been a neighborhood for Indian Origin immigrants, virtually conceal strange stories from public notice; and every house has a story1. These people are very staunchly “traditional” [possibly a better synonym for backward] and the wealthier immigrants contract building firms to build mansions like those they would have constructed in India. That brings us to our main point. At the farthest point of one backstreet, or lane, of the area, virtually unknown to most residents, there was a smaller community of mixed small dwellings and mansions such as the above-mentioned. One of these mansions has a story involving two of the families residing in the smaller houses.
This mansion was contract
CreepersCreepersCreepers by Michel-le-fou
The unexpected return of a lost ship and its skipper
Everyone in the city limits of Perth, Australia, was certain that the ship had been lost, sank, in the storm The storm was worse than ones in previous years. So it had hit the ship when the ship was miles away from the shore and away from hopes of rescue. That year, the skipper, Matthew Carlyle, 26, a resident, had planned to wed his fiancée, Edna Walston, 22. Then, Edna heard about the storm. Her heart sank like the ship. She was certain that all aboard were lost and dead.
Edna’s mother and father did their best to console Edna. They suggested that she try to find a new boyfriend and marry him instead. Edna was at first reluctant, because she and Matthew had exchanged vows even ahead of their planned wedding. At last, she conceded and looked for a new love. Edna began with their childhood friends, due to familiarity. Many boys she and Matthew knew were very willing. Edna was a standa
Nathanielmy friend doesn't need a poem,Nathaniel by carmencaracol
he's one himself, laced in golden filigree,
he's swirls and spikes, on the via dolorosa,
he's an ancient melody
(and i'm pretending i'm a prophet,
beginning with the drama
so you won't believe
i'm just as lost as you are...
please forgive me)
i met him unexpectedly
he was like me
but sweet and honest,
though he'll swear not,
in a hollow tone, a falsity
i've watched him sitting in the too-small desks they have for us,
shoulders up, head down, thinking, like aquinas
recalling that angelic dialogue
struck fear in prophet daniel's docile lions' hearts
he'll trace his name on top of every handout,
again and over, till the tortured letters, ones that stand erect-
the N, the t, the h, the l- are runes
or criminals on crosses hung by zionistic sects
his mouth pouts when he listens,
tilts and disagrees,
which is often, but it's not a bitter smile...
the hardest humbug wouldn't mind
wiping from his cheek that errant Eden apple-seed
one september day,
January 24th 2016 (Fae Mists)I breatheJanuary 24th 2016 (Fae Mists) by ShihSnTz
The misty air
Dances along my skin
Raising hills and carving valleys
I offer contents from my lungs
To the spirits of wind
And the fae mists
January 17th 2016 (Triage)Bleeding continues; but the danger’s passed.January 17th 2016 (Triage) by ShihSnTz
I Can Be Alive AgainI was a roaring flameI Can Be Alive Again by sammyxfreak
I lived a lot
I did a lot
I felt a lot
Until one day
my mind decided
that this was not how
it was going to be
and the life
that was once seen in my eyes
was sucked out of me
like a precious drink
that now fed the seeping void
The late nights of fun
turned into the many days in bed
Relationships were what one must endure
but not to enjoy
I got sucked down into this whole
as I had many times before
I let it feed off of my life force
until I was left to be the shell
I still am today
Somewhere, deep inside of me
A spark of flame still lives
It bides its time
feeding off the little emotions
that I still have the ability to claim
I do not smile
But I do sing
I do not dance
But I do drink
Life isn't perfect
as it isn't expected to be
I am still living
Waiting for the moment
I can be alive again
Shiver In The SnowThe small icy needles pricking my cheeks,Shiver In The Snow by LovelyZ
The brushing of wind,
Making me shiver with delight.
The snow falls.
The white crystals cling to my hair,
I brush my cheek where a flake has clung for life on.
The ice slips and cackles under my feet.
It's a silent night.
The bright moon glitters above,
Stars shine brighter as the small snow falls slowly,
The night is perfect, beautiful, incredible,
A shiver in the snow awakes my senses.
The shiver is released.
fallsnowi remember when it began, a snowflake trapped in eyelashesfallsnow by photosynthetichuman
waking up to find my feet cold and buried white
the window menacing as crystal fangs grow
it fell faster, stalking, none the wiser but me
as the supermarkets grew slippery
and offices turned to caves made of ice
even under the sun, an avalanche
gushing like a river, the frozen powder covered all
children and birds became paper puppets in play
how odd to see the snowpeople alive
i walked, just a ghost
as it fell, and fell
but nobody saw
and nobody cared
it's not that bad
just me and the snow
and the blizzard finally blinded me
only winter left in my mind
A Passion Named DecemberThere's frost on the ground.A Passion Named December by ThomasInTheClouds
It creates for my heart a wintry crown.
Lady Winter runs her fingers through
My hair and leaves lip imprints of blue
On my cheek.
Intrepid eyes of my pallid lover
Lead me through frostbitten paths to discover
My soul is chaotic as a blizzard.
But in your chilled breath, I am delivered
With your song whispered meek.
Scintillating in the thawed skies,
Crystallized blessings cascade down to baptize
Me in this snowy throne room.
Together, my sorrow we entomb.
I adore your flawless physique.
December, I pray your reign never end.
Even still, your impression will never descend.
Down to my marrow, I feel you forever with me
I hope you can see
You have left in me nothing bleak.
The Slow FreezeUntethered spheres spin to a halt,The Slow Freeze by Psi-Kick-D
bored from fires long since put out.
Sighing melancholy tears into the new void,
they lie and wait for a friend long since lost.
Spring had come in a fiery explosion,
and summer slowly slipped away,
hidden somewhere under the monotonous tasks,
issued in stone by unseen guardians.
Only the cold whisper of lonely winter signaled the irreversible time passed.
Trying my hand at poetry.I decided to try my hand at poetry, let me know what you think.Trying my hand at poetry. by TheFlameSkinAlchemis
So you say you wanna die,
what you want me to cry?
my eyes are dry.
you'll get from me,
when all you think about is thee.
you expect what?
you're emotions are a vat,
even I can't fix that!
off that doormat.
you're self-pity is wrong.
I offer my hand,
you can take it on demand.
make you're mind up.
get out of that damn, dark place,
light at the end of the tunnel?
Bitch that's just you're own damn happy place.
get out now,
before I can't allow.
How Sickeninghe touched meHow Sickening by sammyxfreak
he damaged me
he took away my dignity
he looked at me
he hurt me
but did he ever
have to pay for what he did?
he humiliated me
he disrespected me
until I was inside out
he tortured me
he used me
and did it without a second thought
he tormented me
he broke me
until I was no longer "me"
But so many years
had to pass
for my mind
to allow me to finally comprehend
what went on
in those horrid moments
when I was a little one
how can one person
forever scar another
just by one act?
how dare such a disgusting monster
do such blasphemous deeds
to an innocent human being
it is sad the things
that go on
and many times
it goes unheard
it goes unseen
it goes unpunished.
the very nature
of the crime
and how sick
one must be
to commit it.
RosesSevered friendships and broken hearts in a lineRoses by Ghostjay55
Six feet underground in the graveyard in my mind
May they rest in peace as a dying memory
Marked with a tombstone for everyone to see
Said a few words to represent one last goodbye
A heart filled with grief yet my eyes remain dry
I just want you to know you have all been forgiven
As i walk away for good leaving roses for the living
The Light Upon the GrassA coat the color of sunshineThe Light Upon the Grass by sammyxfreak
A soul the essence
of a glorious sunbeam
A smile the musings
of a brilliant sunrise
She laughed and played
like a curious sprite
with an everlasting smile
dancing across her face
to make the days bearable
in the best kind of way
She snored peacefully
amidst her fun-filled dreams
Her love coursed our veins
as she stamped her nose
in loving approval
But her smile
finally evolved into a sunset
and the soul
like all sunbeams
had to recede
as day turned to night
Her sunshine got clocked
in for ever darkness
Our beloved Bluegrass
Dear CassandraDear Cassandra,Dear Cassandra by SimonSayzz
The idea of writing to you is very scary. You and I are essentially the same person but your entire existence is a piece of paper.
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
How flappy are your arms?
Do they wave in the wind
or jiggle at a touch?
Are they life like,
or flesh like
or are they just paper arms?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
how thin and lifeless are you?
Do you wither in the rain
or crumble between hands?
Are you life-like
or are you just a paper heart?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
how graceful and perfect are you?
Do you parade around in fancy clothes
or wear those Jimmy Choo’s?
Are you life-like
or are you who I wish to be?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
How different are you and I?
Do you have weight
or is there only air around you?
You are life-like
but not flesh
who I wish to never be,
for the simple fact that paper self,
I love me for me.
~Alter~~Alter~~Alter~ by Xaviorzion
I'd change the past,
To alter the future,
Differ from the moment of which we're in,
Where would life begin?
What would happen if the past was changed,
To alter the future, that changes the time,
to which is current, of the moment I'm speaking,
You already know, You've been there,
Hand in hand, regrets in mind,
Wouldn't you want to alter time?
Each memory we have shared,
Wether it's happiness or not,
It always doubles,
Sometimes causing an uprising,
Or possible defining others, in which we hold,
What more could we do?
What would the future have in store?
We're stuck, We're in the present,
Our future is unknown,
To alter time, Taking a trip back down the road,
Where would we be now?
What would you change?
Differences in each other,
Make similarities much more brighter,
Our common interests and goals,
Would shine like the sun,
But our faith falls to the horizon,
We don't know what we want anymore,
Are you even there?
It's so dark; So dreary,
The faith is gone,
scraps and sacramentsyou,scraps and sacraments by intricately-ordinary
beautiful siren girl with melodies
entangled in her hair: you are
shell-shocked and sea-struck
even though you cannot stand
the sensation of sand beneath
you have fingers for prying, picking,
pulling at your skin and nesting
in that hollow space between
your bones. and if anyone asks,
you will swear there are monsters
sleeping in the concaves of your ribs;
there are ghosts beneath your tongue,
embittered, and you are not the words
they say there is an answer, little girl
(sometimes you begin to believe you are
a scarecrow on the border of reality
begging people to turn the other way;
and the mirror will agree)
how far have you gone? a feather in
the breeze who won’t promise to return
again; there is a wandering warmth in
the hesitation of your harbored fear.
where will you be in six months when
the future has become itself and you
are still astray? little one, no one is like you
in the way you sway to the cadence of a
dissonant night. no one knows your
Freedom in Introspectionmusic—overwhelmed with passion thrummingFreedom in Introspection by LightOverpowers58
through veins loaded with life’s elixir, heart pumping
tha-thump-tha-thump within a torso pleading for
release from earthly confines such as the pain of love
and killed dreams dreamed in the moonlight’s glow
and under starlit ceilings…whirring thoughts
click—click—click—click pen tops prey to nervous
habits born of a too busy brain…voices cavorting
through the air, slipping into eager ears from headphones
small and ineffectual yet loved all the same, mimicking
sounds of eons long and gone past…
Excerpt from a Skype chat with an old friendLater I met with the misandristic pianistExcerpt from a Skype chat with an old friend by SamWithaHat
I believe I mentioned, who now considers me her close friend
it was a big jump,
considering we haven’t hung out in a few weeks
She’s having trouble with her roommate,
who’s now in a relationship with her emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend
we sang a duet and talked about how difficult it is to talk
Life is strange
:: This Little Equinox ::The warm emeralds:: This Little Equinox :: by MadxRhapsodyx17
transcend through the winds of change;
cooling and falling.
An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem)The writing is nothingAn Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem) by StrikeTheMadness
When everything feels wrong.
Awake at night.
Blind eyes wide open
In search of sleep,
Don’t pray for me.
I’m not a child;
The memory of who you wanted me to be.
Sorry, I’m not perfect.
I’m only human,
Ready to fall
Down, down, down,
(Even buildings eventually collapse.)
If you are drinking to forget,
You might just end up remembering
The woes of the world.
No big deal.
Don’t be ashamed of who you are.
Sanity is an illusion,
Tragedy is beautiful.
The Free-form Poet's SedokaHow does one conform?The Free-form Poet's Sedoka by StrikeTheMadness
Act how everyone else does,
Never standing out.
Why would one want to?
If we all write the same way
No one is special.
No Such Thing as Luck HereLuck is nothing,No Such Thing as Luck Here by StrikeTheMadness
Action is everything.
It wasn’t luck that kept me
In the hands of an unconcerned lover.
It was insecurity and adolescent dreams
That made me stay
After trust was thrown away.
This is not a disgrace to me,
People’s actions only reflect on themselves,
What you do after that
Is on you.
Luck never made my decisions,
My experiences sway me more.
If I were to forget them
I would only repeat the mistakes
That I’ve made before.
Things that some would call shitty luck
And then go on to hate
Are the things that make me strong today.
Speaking for the treesFrom the tree topsSpeaking for the trees by prettyflour
I can see it all so clearly
The ripples fading further
a tip-toe and a stolen kiss
Outside the hive where we have wandered.
Speaking for the trees,
We stand taller now than ever before
Not to see the writing,
but to hear the whispers
behind closed doors.
and touched what I thought was the sun
and noticed it was just beyond my fingertips
but my tiny hand is warmed
by two lips
and that became more important to me
than any sun could be.
Speaking for the trees
Some have made their homes in me
climbed inside my head
behind my eyes
opened the door to my soul
He said he saw a sunset burning through the canopy
of endless time
Hanging like leaves
having held on through a strong wind
touchingblurred imagetouching by wordturner
shocking yet real
just to feel
that which i will not doi will not search for virtuethat which i will not do by trish-dancegurl
in the strict keeping of my curfew
i will not search for consent
to cure this tumor by removing my lungs
without a viable replacement
nor will i thumb through the paperwork
and you are all informed
and legal tactic down to brass tacks
part bureaucrat, and power of attorney
to the asystole that toys with my thoughts
and i will not drum the oil that lubricates my engine
nor will i bottle or sell it
nor play for keeps or gamble
with the ever-winning house
and most of all
i will not
breed your brand of scum in my pond
or be the heat sought by your scud
or see the salt for the total grains of it
hazards of skinproper posturehazards of skin by trish-dancegurl
drawstrings were meant to be tightened
and cropped shirts meant to expose
how waft the pheromones
how they lick their lips
watch bounce hypnotic, flounced locks
save face, sit you down
pile your legs neatly, do not look now
do not look.
they undress mannequins and paper dolls
they lick their lips
and they look, oh they look
and cannot hold their tongues
and they think how deserved that was
inconsiderate to how unnerved the psychologist was
at what they saw in the inkblot
and how they grew to define love
as a shorn, unshrouded, plastic broad.
berated and belittled their mothers in the waiting room
gave the rest the up and down
how deserved that was
and how justified they thought they were
in staring up the skirts of the world
donned crown, gave praise to themselves
for the rationality in their raping stares
the groping glares
the gaping maws
like it's a gift to be torn
a consequence earned by what is worn
given freely by the rabid cro
Blitzen's lamentBlitzen the plain old reindeerBlitzen's lament by 16woodsequ
Had a very normal nose
And if you ever saw it
You’d see it’s as plain as it goes
All of the other children
Used to know Blitzen’s name
Then along came Rudolph
And ruined all their games
On that fatal Christmas Eve
Santa said to him
“Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”
(Which is illogical because really, Rudolph’s never driven the sleigh before,
and it wasn’t even that dark, and we nearly ran into three houses anyways...)
But never mind
Soon all the children loved him
Though they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red nose reindeer
You brought on this misery!
Bread and WoodLoaf of bread, piece ofBread and Wood by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Wood: May you have enough to
Eat and heat next year.
Fir-tree in the ForestOutside it is bitter cold,Fir-tree in the Forest by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Frozen I trudge through the forest.
Untouched, innocent, white -
A bare forest-aisle shines.
Once stood the child’s dream
As a green fir-tree
At the great white place.
This, now as a Christmas treasure –
I am missing badly.
Every year, quite solemn,
I went away on Christmas Eve,
Away from my home.
Hurried quickly to my tree
That was my Christmas dream for me.
Kindled a light -
There my prayer was made.
In the midst of the peaceful forest
I felt only seldom cold.
However, this time it is lacking.
Christmas Eve is empty now.
Sadly, I trot back,
Weeping for lost happiness.
Dear Christ child, tell me why
Are people so stupid?
They murder my fir-tree,
They kill my Christmas dream.
MailanderliI loved the lemon cookies best -Mailanderli by miserabel
butter and sugar that melts on tongues,
a sweet symphony in baked goods.
Mother loved us more than baking
(or cooking, to tell the whole truth)
and while she claimed not to be fond
of standing in the kitchen for hours,
for us she rolled out the cookie dough,
and let our childlike enthusiasm infect her smile.
The kitchen smelled wonderful
in those December days,
and I can't help but miss it dearly,
so these years, in the December days,
I roll the dough out myself.
It's hard to be sad about baking together
having ended up staying in the past
when the kitchen fills itself
with lemony-buttery smells.
I love the lemon cookies best -
how could I not? They're childhood
and memories of when christmas
meant nothing but magic to me still.
Some Addictions Are ToxicEvery breath I takeSome Addictions Are Toxic by Squeaky-Squishy
Takes me further from you,
And life without you
Just seems to be doomed.
And everything you pack
Makes all I am just ache,
And all I feel is pain
With every breath I take.
Yet there's something else,
A feeling I can't shake.
All this time, all these days,
All these rhymes, all your ways.
And I need to get out.
I need this escape,
Despite all the pain
All the hurt
I simply cannot stay.
Its not right, its not me,
Its my right to be free.
But without you
This doesn't make sense.
All I have is you.
But I can't live with that.
I did this.
I killed us.
Water of the dead(6/30)There is nothing here,Water of the dead(6/30) by oviedomedina
the marbles of the silent grass
the twigs are exorcised
and the day is capped
by eviscerating the latest mall.
"Watch the sun",
they nag at your arm turned umbrella
-or is it umbrella turned cramped arm?-
while all the bottles
below the anniversaries´ sun.
Light My FireLight My FireLight My Fire by MichelxPuabi
"In the Name of Love"
We lie together upon my bed of oak;
Our hearts are surely flames of desire.
The longer we linger, the hotter they grow;
Still, she lights my fire.
Outdoors, the sky grows dark for the night;
Indoors, there is more than electric lights;
The fire she lights is burning higher..
And higher..and higher...
"Darling, set this night on fire!"
12:01convoluted rhythms and12:01 by itselliegasp
we dance like disjointed
marionettes trying to
play grown-ups, but
at night our
baby tears just don't
dry on their
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My 100 word ghost storyAsleep, lying on my side, dreaming of my husband; I feel his weight press down on the bed. I’m in that moment between sleep and consciousness, where dreams can turn into nightmares. I start to roll over, to embrace my lover, but then I remember. My nightmare begins when I recall the conversation this morning. My husband is out of town. The thought scares me enough that I am forced awake. I flick on the lamp and am happy to see the bed holds only me. It was a nightmare. I lie back down and hear the front door shut.
The Ghosts of Our ChoosingSheila had always lived her life helping no one but herself. She strove to etch her legacy into history. It was her way of becoming immortal.
She looked up from her desk, piled high with financial charts and business proposals. A spirit began to take rough form before her.
“What do you want from me?” She managed to choke out the words.
“I beg you to stop.”
“Why must I stop my life's work?”
“Because you are only considering this life.”
The image of the spirit now became clear. It was herself, twisted in such a state of complete agony.
Challenge #17- 100 Word Ghost Story- Winners!Hello everyone!
I am happy to announce the Best Of our 100 Word Ghost Story Challenge.
by :iconjaynesbrothersue: jaynesbrothersue
by :iconasahi-taichou: Asahi-Taichou
Congratulations to everyone who entered. We had some awesome stories written!
Challenge #18 will be announced later today. Stay tuned for that!
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Challenge #17 will be a literature challenge.
Ghost Story scored highest on our recent poll, so Ghost Story it is but with a twist...
We want you to write a Ghost Story and we want it to be exactly 100 words.
-leave us a comment in this journal with a link to your creation.
-mention (or link) this challenge in the comments of your deviation.
-your story must fit the theme and it MUST be exactly 100 words- no more, no less.
-the deadline is 2/3/15 for this challenge.
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