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Angels' BreathAs soon as I entered the room, I sensed it.Angels' Breath by shelleypalmer
A silent scream.
It didn’t seem to be coming from any specific part of the room but felt as though it filled the entire space, both outside me and inside me. It was as if it had been there for many years: suppressed; contained; angry; sad; and a whole host of other feelings that I could not quite determine. Once again I had doubts that I was the ‘right person for the job’. I was a medium not an exorcist. Yet Kay Wilson and her husband had sought me out.
Number 23, Bell Park. Here I was in the top bedroom feeling a vague sense of deja vu. It was late afternoon, and outside the sun was shining on a white picket fence and daisies swathing the rich, slightly overgrown, green lawn; whereas neighbours’ lawns flanked the house, flowerless and pristine, flaunting their uniformity. I always liked daisies on lawns. They seemed to appear overnight and, as a child, I attributed their sudden appearance to angels’ breath. Thes
Freeze your bloodSleek patheressFreeze your blood by BlackIceNordic8
In dying moon's shadow
Waits for a new kill.
The Case of Rachel Bluestar Detective Falken had been on the force for twenty years. He had started out as a beat cop and worked his way up, finally achieving the title of detective seven years ago. He wasn’t a strict by-the-book type, but he wasn’t some loose cannon rogue either. He knew how to read a situation and could accurately determine the best way to handle it. In twenty years on the force, he had just about seen it all. So it was truly saying something that what he looked at now had him dumbfounded.The Case of Rachel Bluestar by MidnightDaybreak
He stood behind the two-way mirror looking into the interrogation room, where a young girl was seated at a table.
“What’s this one’s name?” he asked the officer standing next to him.
The cop looked down at the case file he held. “Rachel Bluestar, age thirteen. She was picked up today after receiving a call from one of her neighbors. Apparently her family was having a barbeq
An Apple A Day (Warning: Death)A year ago the world was overpopulated.An Apple A Day (Warning: Death) by tophtheblindbandit
Places that had previously only contained a small amount of people at a time had become so full it was difficult to go a few feet without needing to push past someone.
If you lived in one of the more populated areas you may have needed to sleep standing up, surrounded by strangers as everyone you knew had been swept away in the crowd.
Places that had once been completely deserted had suddenly gained a population. People moving to burning hot deserts and icy cold Antarctica to escape the mob of people continuing to grow.
Then a month ago it stopped.
The population started slowly decreasing.
People started dropping dead in the street.
Everyone is dying and people are calling it a miracle.
Does no-one else notice the strangeness of this situation?
A helicopter appears in the sky, apples falling from it like hundreds of tiny bombs.
Each member of the crowd grabbing one fruit each. After a few weeks of the helicopters visits everyone quickly learned n
YesteryearWhy do we long for the things we left behind in the past? Of roses plucked and tucked away within the pages of a favourite book, only to fall into your lap years later when old stories and memories seem larger than the promise of future.Yesteryear by tanya3286
Is it wrong to turn back and wonder and linger a bit on the past? To breathe in the air of yesteryear, graze lonely fingers upon the walls that have seen and heard it all, and steal a moment from time.
Our old melodies are the sweetest… happy, yet bittersweet. When love is young, and so is the world, every small heartbreak feels like the end of the road; yet the only thing that doesn't end is regret… of words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
My BeautifulWhy are your eyes so blind? Why can’t they see the only thing keeping me alive living inside you? I wish to have an answer; I wish to kiss you in the dark, where our bodies fade out and the souls eternally embrace each other; for now, my happiness lives in a nice dream. You don’t know what I feel, but you have read the verses that a hopeless heart writes for you, a muse.My Beautiful by St-Rhye
Before the light. My life was sleeping surrounded by endless loneliness, where the doubts were leading the march to my own self-destruction. In those very forgettable days, you were my only escape, one of the few reasons of my smile to shine, even when grey clouds were crying over this empty existence. The happiest afternoons of that time were with your beauty by my side, after a busy day of school. The road to home wasn’t lonely anymore, my dear.
Now the summer possesses the earth. Giving us a break to breathe peacefully the air; I think about every day, I dream of you every night; your heavenly voic
Evolution is Solution 4 : I Blame YouIt seems like a stupid idea, running away with someone I barely know, yet I needed answers. How come he knows so much about me? Can he teach me how to control myself.Evolution is Solution 4 : I Blame You by LGROSARIO
Or am I running into a trap?
I try to convince myself that I am making the right decision as I begin to pack my bags. Sliding my favourite hoodie off over my head and folding it into a neat little ball in the bottom of my backpack. I stuff socks and underwear on top- not the fancy kind of course- I need to try and prevent Alex’s perving as much as possible. Lastly I grab my beloved little green sketchbook. I flip to the page of the pitbull, still expecting to see my little furry kitten, which has now been lost forever.
The little kitten that once represented my innocence in not knowing what I was capable off. But now I am the pitbull vicious and deadly as it does not realise it’s strength. As much as I hate to admit it, I need Alexs help. He says I need to stay hidden, that no-one must know and for some reason
Because Writing Keeps Me Human Just because it is burning my mind, and it holds a grenade that blasts everything I have into remnants of his musky scent; because I feel like I'm gagging, except that I'm coughing poems and vomiting metaphors; because words can be a crumpled piece of paper drowned in tears, and every poem written can be blended into fiction; and because my limbs feel like they had been devoured by the lava in the words and the music notes I play sink deep between the piano keys, and apparently banging the keys does not help silencing the empty screams at night.Because Writing Keeps Me Human by Milk-and-Pie
Because the clock seems to slow down whenever I am planting your name in ink and paper; and because nobody ever listens to me the way poetry do; because poetry sees the "warning: fragile, handle with care" sign on me and knows that I break easily; because I can sculpt him into dreams and heavens and he will never know he exists in poems
Color of a Smile Ch. 1 Chapter 1Color of a Smile Ch. 1 by Tsukinenn
The air was cold, the kind of coldness that has a burning feeling to it, and the girl's skin stung more as the wind whipped across her face, now making her cheeks flaming red. But the coldness wasn't the only reason why her cheeks had glowed red.
Her breath grew unsteady as she ran through the forest of black, dead trees. The forest seemed oddly black and white, and the sky was as dark as spilled ink, with no stars in sight. Tree branches were scattered everywhere, and the roots of the trees grew in every path. Brown, wilted ivy was wrapped around the trees, giving this whole place a creepier feeling.
A fast, thump, thump, thump, followed the girl in the dark, clearly trying to catch up with the victim. The teenage looking girl darted through the trees trying to escape, her long black shirt sleeves flapping against the wind. She dashed forward
The Gifted: Utopia - Chapter NineThe van was pulled over on the shoulder of the road. Faith and Sean stood next to Tracy near the rear as she heaved and vomited onto the gravel they stood upon.The Gifted: Utopia - Chapter Nine by arcades666
“What in the hell did you do?” Chris asked Adam, turning painfully to look at him in the back of the van.
“Just showing you guys what I can do.” Adam said with a wry smile.
“That’s not cool, man.”
Sean held Tracy’s hair back from her face as she continued to spasm and heave. “Get it all out.”
“She had better be okay!” Faith shot a glance inside the van at Adam.
“Oh, a little nausea never hurt anyone.”
“You’re bad.” Carrie said as she squinted her eyes and tried to look mean.
“She had better be okay,” Tank said. “Or I feel for you, bro.”
“Look,” Adam said. “It’s not like she’s dying.”
“But you have killed people before?” Carrie asked. “I heard you had.
The Gifted: Utopia - Chapter TenLinda sat in her room under lock and key. Just as she had done for the past two days, since they dragged her back here kicking and screaming in shackles no less, which thankfully they chose not to keep her in. No one but Till came to visit her - twice a day to bring her meals. He never spoke and kept the door locked the few moments he was inside her room. She didn’t try to escape because he now wore his pistol in full view - all pretenses had been dropped.The Gifted: Utopia - Chapter Ten by arcades666
Only two days, and it was now that she finally broke. She sat on the edge of the bed and wept. What had she gotten herself into? Who were these people? Nazis? She pulled herself together and walked to the window.
The house was always so silent and empty feeling. She felt as if she was locked away in a fairytale haunted house in some children’s story as she looked out the window at the serene and peaceful surroundings. So strange, how silent it could be, except for the occasional wolf howl or the odd footfall down the corr
The Gifted: Utopia - Chapter Eleven“What’s the name of this town again?” Adam asked politely as the tan colored van pulled into Jack’s House of Catfish restaurant. “It’s a little too Mayberry for me.”The Gifted: Utopia - Chapter Eleven by arcades666
“The town is named Eminence,” Chris chimed in. “Does Kentucky not suit you?”
“Oh yes,” Adam answered with a mocking tone. “I look forward to seeing if the number of teeth inside here equals or exceeds the number of customers.”
“You didn’t have to come with us.” Sean said.
Faith slowly brought the van to a stop next to the building as Danny brought his red Firebird alongside them.
“And miss all this?” Adam said gesturing to his surroundings. “I don’t get why you can’t just use the freeway. All of this side road, by-way stuff is for the tourists.”
“It’s called a low profile, man.” Chris answered back.
Danny stood at the hood of the van and waited while the others ex
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter FourWhen I opened my eyes, sharp flashes of colour flooded through them. I was curled up in a pair of cold stone arms, flying through the night sky at an unbelievable speed. I noticed that there was a lot of pain throughout my body - my wrists and legs especially. I attempted to wiggle myself free, but my whole body had gone numb. Paralyzed. I clutched my eyes tightly, frightened to see the pain as well as feel it. I felt as though my body was being repeatedly stabbed by hundreds of sharp, pointed objects. I gritted my teeth at the pain; I couldn't bare the agony. A gust of cold air rushed down my wind pipe and I was suddenly very aware of the strange burning sensation coursing through the center of my chest. I wanted to scream, as if somehow that would take the pain away, but I couldn't, my voice was completely broken. As was I.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Four by CharIie
I continued to fly through the air in this stranger's arms, clutched tightly to their chest. It was like being in a very tight, very bone crushing straight jacket
For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice CreamI woke up early in the morning, right as the sun was starting to peak over the horizon. I tried to pull the sheet back around me, but then realized she'd stolen and cocooned herself in it again. Typical girl.For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice Cream by Crowlita
In movies, girls always seem to wake up all pristine, perfect makeup, hair combed and styled. I'm here to tell you that was most certainly not the case for Galiana. Her hair was a tousled mess and probably would've been far worse if it was the length of mine. The eyeliner from last night had smeared a bit, and her lipstain was a little washed out. We'd fallen asleep before she'd had the opportunity to get her makeup off. It was kinda cute, actually.
My roommate, Xavier, a rather fit guy with short brown hair, wasn't back yet and probably wouldn't be back for a few more hours, which was a relief. He would give me so much grief for ending up in bed with an art student. He was an engineering student, like I was, only he had this beef with art students and how us
Close to perfectionClose to perfection by Breaking-Alice
No matter how many schools I go, I always get picked on. Like there is a vibe on me saying 'Pick on her!' I mean sure I had huge anger problems but that doesn't stop bullies. At the first day I was big news. Many people talked to me about my life and all till few days later very few people talked to me then finally a week later I was a nobody. I kinda liked it till a month later randomly some guy wanted to pick on me. Sure I fought back. I even pushed and cursed at him but he was dating this popular chick Charlie. Charlie didn't like it that I 'bullied' her boyfriend. Even if he started it first so she started rumors about me. Later people started to believe in them. I didn't mind as much sure people talked shit about me behind my back and point at me when I walk by.
I couldn't take it anymore. I never been physically bullied at my old schools but I been cyber bullied and so on so I asked my mom if I could move to a new school. I went to three grade schools in Ohio and two
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. It was where he had originated, where he had gained his power, but to what end?Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, and that of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flowing, bubbling and solidifying since Time began. From smoke-dens where goblins inhaled the breath of demons. From pitch and tar that basted all roads leading to discovery, which Kings and other Mighty Rulers travelled upon, inhaling the fumes which then clogged their veins, t
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.
I have 'finally' died.I have 'finally' died. by AlterationAgo
All seeing eye by Setsugen
☆ I have 'finally' died.
A beautiful experience, in every possible way.
Stopped to a hault, it finally arrived; the day has come - "I have 'finally' died".
I hesitantly follow death, dragging my feet - but I had a good run, when looking back at my incredible feats - the amount of times I slipped 'death' - it was 'inevitable' the 'day' he came back for me I guess.
I admit, when looking back on what I thought was 'death', I created elaberations from what I seen - I sorely underrated him .... for in all actuality, he is an 'amazing' being!
We talked of unimaginable 'philosophical' things - the whole way walking to my end.
Don't tell 'him' this, for it would probably go to his head - but I think he is a genius - all conve
Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see )Shrewd you were beyond my understanding,Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see ) by LumenArtist
as I was yet to know of your existence
and was yet fathom your iridescence,
your various forms were relatively unknown
possessing a radiance
extending beyond the existence we dwelled upon,
extending beyond that which we willed to reach
and what we set our eyes upon.
Containing brush strokes and inking tips
sinking ships submerged would extend further
than the valleys curvature would tip,
I recited urns at titan peaks
reaching to the heavens
and words yet spoken I would speak,
reciting your glory to whiten my frame,
claiming clairvoyance you extended
restoring stories of those stained
in the name of false gods,
all those mislead
would come to humble your greatness,
breath taken by your will to overcome great odds.
Set forth to save man
your voice was like an ethereal piercing the soul,
vibrancy, as you would hold mother earth in her infancy,
separate beings of the same part became equilateral
rotating the world shouldering birt
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter by Milk-and-Pie
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
Three notes for you when I dieI, Don't cryThree notes for you when I die by Milk-and-Pie
I don't want you to cover yourself with your duvet at 3 am and bite your lips until they bleed so that no one can hear you sobbing. I don't want you to tell everyone my life story with your eyes burning with streams of rivers and knowing I will never be there to wipe away your tears again. I don't want you to write a million of poems to my death, and make me up into the girl with millions of triumphs because I'm not and I never will be.
II, Don't romanticise
I don't see how beautiful it is to have my flesh scorched in the core of the Earth, or my hand turning blue and eyes scratched by millions of insects. I don't see how I could be compared to the mountain breeze or the ripple in the rain when all I am now is an inanimate cold rotting body with millions of crawlers on my lungs digging into me.
III, Don't hope
I want to tell you that I will be the autumn wind caressing your pale cheeks, or the ethereal ray blossoming your skin into different hues of su
Things to Take on an Acid TripThings to Take on an Acid Trip by GrubbsWriting
Several matches for each plot of land in a phase of suicidal tendency, and perhaps gasoline for the sake of a better show.Glasses can be for the brightest lights on the older towers before implode and fade into dust, leaving themselves in clocks to in & around time, disintegrate. A topless thinking cap, for the open mind required by a chore of listening to raving schizophrenics that may have a point or two, depending on the voice whose behalf they speak on.
A vacation round the world in matters of time and variety, in store for our future, so I encourage all to pack accordingly. It is only a vacation in that you will deviant from what you think you know.
An old paper fan for the heated debates of distractions and attractions. Different eyes for every sight to behold so as to spice the convolution. Grenades to open letters from loved ones and old friends. Magnets to toss deep into clouds for purposes of entertainment. Gargoyles for the nightmares outside every wall you've built up. Sand
Legacy of Ezio Chapter NineThe investigation was still on-going. There were questions that the caped owl wanted answers to. Eavesdropping on the neo-Pure Ones and the pirates was to get nowhere now, as Ezio was convinced that they would merely brag whether they were off-topic or not. He waited for them to depart, so he could just peek into the forge and see what was being made. He wanted to be quick as well, since he stood out. From the glimpse that he caught, there were already several sets of battle claws cooling down, and sets stored. He leapt away from the forge before he could be seen. Those that saw him approach the ice castle had died, and he hoped to keep the statistics that way. The blood stain on Ezio’s dull but still effective battle claws, was easily seen now, and he was now questioning how well they were wound or kill. That was why he hoped that he didn’t have to kill anyone during his reconnaissance. A single pirate in the palace was likely already dangerous on his own. Even pirates havLegacy of Ezio Chapter Nine by Agent36496
Bryan Stars Interivews Fall Poisonous #2WARNING—FALL POISONOUS IS EXTREMELY IMMATURE. THIS INTERVIEW MAY CAUSE HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER. I DO NOT ADVISE READING THIS IN AN AREA WHERE YOU HAVE TO BE QUIET, LIKE SCHOOL OR A LIBRARY. UNLESS YOU JUST DON’T CARE. THEN BY ALL MEANS, DO WHAT YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE. AND ENJOY.Bryan Stars Interivews Fall Poisonous #2 by WRITERandPOET
*Camera cuts in to Fall Poisonous and Bryan Stars on Fall Poisonous’ bus. Beck, Zeph, and Bryan are having a conversation about how hot Cassadee Pope is, Abby is lounging in a bean bag chair drinking a Rockstar, and Cass and Raq are playing a game of Patty Cake.*
Beck-I’d wreck that ass.
Raq-*cutting into the conversation* You’d wreck any ass if you had the chance.
Zeph-Guys, is the camera on?
*Everyone looks at the camera. Beck and Raq nervously wave, and the others just laugh.*
Cass-Who votes we get going with this bitch?
Abby-WHOO! SECOND INTERVIEW WITH BRYAN FUCKING STARZZZZ! FUCK YEAH!
Bryan-*laughs*Alright, let’s get going. Three, two, one. Hey, what’s up you guys? I
Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 14Author's Note: Here it is finally as always, pls critique because I'm a noob. Enjoy!Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 14 by lonelyxsonata
Damn, it’s a lot worse than I remember….
I frowned as I inspected the rundown farm. The house, or whatever was left of it, looked much worse than it did before. A few boards from its roof collapsed and the paint was peeling everywhere. A few weeds and wildflowers grew on the porch and the sides, which surprisingly, I thought made the place more beautiful
I put a finger to my chin and thought.
Well, I think I can afford to fix this place up with my shares of everything we’ve earned. I guess I can ask the carpenter for his help. I’m going to need tools too… and seeds. Oh man, I also have to fix the barn and the coop… But I can pay for those with whatever I earn from crops. I should have enough to buy at least a cow, a sheep, and a chick. And I need work clothes…
I took out a notepad and pencil and started writing down estimates. Earlier tha
To Force a TearsheddingTo Force a Tear by Ellen-Souler
drowning eyes until dead
when emotions are doused
notion to cry
unheard of theory
when eyes stutter dry
weak and weary
force a tear force a frown
in the end is too hard now
when elbows scraped
when earth would quake
nightmares kept us up
we would cry
hold our teddy
hold our pillow
hold our mama
hold our daddy
we are big girls and boys now
tears were taken away
and now we harbor desert pain
Sandman visits to soak our tears
while we sleep
when life come to focus
no more kaleidoscope eyes
we all weep inside
.pretentious. by BatmanWithBunnyEars
equals deep poetry
(Please see description.)
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.How to love a guy who can't love himself. by Yamiga
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,How to Hug from Far Away by Ellen-Souler
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
Pyre of the Sixth SinIt towers over mePyre of the Sixth Sin by SirRantsALot
casting green shadows
to dim the truth,
and forcing falsehood
into the remaining light.
She stands with it,
seemingly taller than the steeple
like a sword.
Her stories snake
through the minds
of her offspring,
poisoning the thoughts
They replace memories of
with a serpent,
begging to be free,
but who strikes
all of its handlers.
No one else
could make sharp thoughts
out of jade haze.
hot to trotinside outhot to trot by wordturner
this years' toy
hot to trot
Bitter DominionIndented in the frosted landscape,Bitter Dominion by BlackIceNordic8
Rough paw prints dot the fallen snow.
It swirls around her,
A bleak and unforgiving aura.
Cold wind lashed her face,
Stinging with bitter frostbite
That sticks to her blood streaked muzzle.
The vanquished lie at her paws,
Their existences ended without mercy or empathy
For the pain to come.
Just punishments always suit the crime;
And no one is to traverse
The tawny queen's domain
Without a fear of the Panthress' wrath.
first kissThere is no equality in lovefirst kiss by wordturner
Who willingly wears the tightest glove
All must give what few can take
Brave heart dares bend far past its break
No casual chance not to be bored
Give to get true risk reward
No one can win this dangerous game
We all play still the same
While at the door pause reminisce
Only to remember that first kiss
passion playa twisted tortured path to climbpassion play by wordturner
in forgiveness for the crime
branches tearing clothes away
exposing naked skin to day
wind and rain and sun erase
all but colors of disgrace
scars remain deep and true
never far from easy view
not to forget the way is steep
treacherous steps to promise keep
daunting task held open hand
grips far tighter than any man
no turning back dare relay
this unrelenting passion play
The EveryboysThe Everyboys ruined us.The Everyboys by The-Feral-Gentleman
Average Joes with unrecognised talents,
Unachieved ambitions and unrequited romances.
Moral paragons with snaggletoothed peers
Loveable losers with loving, albeit clueless, kin.
They saved the cheerleaders, sometimes the world.
We grew-up in as impotent templates of the Everyboys;
Waiting to be bitten by a radioactive spider,
Yearning to prove ourselves in a zombie-apocalypse,
Hoping to be the hero of a Kafkaesque parable.
But I've never pulled a sword from a stone.
Sometimes you don't save the girl,
Sometimes you do save the girl
But she moves on to better men and brighter days,
Sometimes you do save the girl
But realise that you weren't ever right for each other to begin with.
You won't always beat the bully in some ironic twist of affairs,
My high school tormenters are now bankers and businessmen,
Teachers and fitness instructors, fine specimens of success.
Maybe Scott Pilgrim couldn't beat the world.
Maybe Harry Potter couldn't defeat Voldemort.
HomeHomeHome by Trisaw1
Some enchanted evening, when the candles highlight the love in the atmosphere,
And the happy mood of love radiates and bounces off the walls…
Some stormy evenings, when the rain falls harmlessly on the tiles overhead,
And the wind blows fruitlessly against the shuttered windows…
Some cold evenings, when the central heating system maintains the warmth,
And keeps the family members healthy and sleeping in their snug beds…
Some dark evenings, when the house lights turn on without hesitation,
And the locked doors keep the scariness of the world out…
Some lonely evenings, when the white moonlight shines down from above,
And the stars beckon wonderment on the aloneness of space…
…this is home.
Some noisy days, when the hammering and drilling and banging
Resonates all around because even home needs its care and upgrades too.
Some bright days, when the garden blooms green and colored flowers too,
And birds approach to nest and rest in N
For my sk8er boyI love him. Full stop.For my sk8er boy by JackieFKerouac
It's not that I had to think about it for some while or consider it several times
I just look at our common photos and see his smile - whenever the sadness comes
And it immediately comes to my mind how much I love him.
It's beyond the explanation, much more than it might seem...
I love how he tries to calm me down when my tears are just about to burst
I love how he puts the blanket over my shoulders when I fall asleep first
I love how he makes a cherry tomato heart for me when he prepares my dinner
I love how he tells me everything is perfectly right when I feel like a sinner
I love how he describes my clothes as doll-like because they are so small
I love how he in the morning looks at the picture of kittens on our wall
But most of all I love how he hugs me tight and by that single hug I can tell he loves me too.
No words are needed - at that very moment I bet we think of the same thing as we usually do.
Pavement TreeImprisonedPavement Tree by Elendurwen
In an alien place
Of conquered nature
Of manufactured air
Hands of steel
Envelop my roots
My leaves are choking
My children fall in vain
In a cage of stone
A beauty for others
And their blind stupidity
I die each day
I slowly fade away
To the kidnapped earth
On my knees
I am shaking terrified
In this madness
In this false reality
I cry and plead
And hope for resurrection
By beings so ignorant
Illuminatesthe moonlight illuminatesIlluminates by KayLynn-Syrin
but the shadows assimilate
cast into demise
my heart and my mind
this anxiety in my chest
this agony that won't regress
this misery and distress
please release me from this torment
drowning in my hesitation
only feel my desperation
abandoned when in desolation
I have lost all aspiration
salvage my consciousness
it's slipping through my grip
continuing to disintegrate
please don't let me dissipate
The Same Old Story.It was a claustrophobic den that stunk,The Same Old Story. by shelleypalmer
floor littered with all kinds of junk:
bits of the past and biscuit crumbs.
Bored - twiddling my twitching thumbs.
Hated it, I sat hunched and huddled
thoughts clouded, brain befuddled,
And next to me sat Uncle Dan telling his usual story.
He won the war alone I think,
wedged in a trench with putrid stink.
No comfort food, just basic ration.
And all was grey, and stark - and ashen
his comrades faces - framed in fear,
thinking of their families, dear.
He tried to cheer them up with song or with a story
And all around were scattered shells
Men scattered too, in limbless hells.
Minds, arms, and legs: fear made them numb.
They thought of home and dear old mum.
Wrote letters, longing for a link.
Wished for an alcoholic drink,
To aid the bloodied battle, and see limbs severed just for glory.
I could hear explosions – yes,
hear the cries and see the mess.
Yet unmoved, I often fell asleep.
His sorry tale, I knew would keep.
Not snoring but with sil
To you who writes until you bleed and cry and diei. You aren't the ruins of Greece.To you who writes until you bleed and cry and die by Milk-and-Pie
You don't combust into fascination when the black
rose you planted years ago finally bloom and poison
your veins and stop your heart beat in black splotches
and dirty grenade. The Earth won't mould trees or
ocean or clouds into your image when rust seeps into
your wrist, turning you into a sculpture of grey hands
and silver blood. You won't smile knowing a spider is
creeping up your throat, spider webbing your tongue and robbing your voice away.
ii. You can't tame a wild boar with tombstone nails.
You don't have to get why your wounds rot like
the speed of a full-on hail storm and why others
have bowstring smile and pretty eyes all the
damn time. You don't have to know why your
musical box blasts in gunfires and thunderbolts
while other have rose tattoos exploding in fierce
fireworks and adrenaline-rushing stage fire. You
can't tame a wild boar with tombstone nails and
scraped metallic heart. You can't love yourse
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,A note for people who need a kind word by Fameisdead
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
The PirateStealing is a simple taskThe Pirate by TheMagnificentMorado
once you’ve done it once or twice.
I am the pirate that steals no gold.
I don’t steal jewels, or food, or any material thing.
No, what I steal is young women’s hearts.
I take them, keep them, and soon, toss them away.
They fall to my every need
and are used as pretty little dolls.
They fall for my charms and good looks.
My smooth voice.
My sweet words.
They can’t see that I’m the dreaded pirate they’ve heard of.
Soon, their hearts are mine to play with.
Their bodies are mine to enjoy.
But I get bored easily
and I leave them like that.
Hm? What’s that?
Another pretty lass?
Big eyes, awkward posture, screaming innocence.
Oh! I’ve found my next toy!
That pretty lady blushes and says no,
but I keep pursuing.
Not taken, pure, and very gullible.
My kind of girl!
This girl, it seems, is different.
She took longer than the rest to get
and had boundaries that I can’t break down.
But I’m a pirate, and nothing w
DieDo I really need to justifyDie by bodders1991
Why I finally left you to die
You were weak and slowed me down
Hardly any better than that clown
Revenge on the one who stole my life
I murdered him with a butcher knife
Finally things got put right
Only to find out why he killed so many that night
Vengeance fuels me up as I fight
You’re just so blurry in my poor sight
Soon I will forever loss my light
And I will always be looking at the night
Die, so I can make things right
Die, it would only be polite
Die, as I prepare to set your home alight
Die, I will cherish your death with delight
8 things optimism taught mei. I told him I wouldn’t write sad poetry if he gave me a reason, and he gave me three, pressing kisses to my temples, letting his shoulders lean against mine like trees into a breeze.8 things optimism taught me by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
ii. He told me that some poems don’t need words, beauty doesn’t always require eyes. He told me there is poetry in the slats of light encased within our interlaced fingers, that there is beauty in the slow passing of dancing minute and hour hands.
iii. I told him that I only saw poetry in the stamps emblazoned within my passport. He said that I was running from so-called misery, not stopping to see that sadness was a mesh, a filter, over happiness - that it was temporary, removable, transient.
iv. I told him that I only saw beauty in a woman sat in a café across from her handbag, as if it was the love of her life. He said that the beauty lay in how she thought the crumbs left discarded by her coffee cup spelt her soulmate’s name.
6 things I know about my grandfatheri.6 things I know about my grandfather by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
My grandfather was one of nine children, all identical in black and white photographs. Each had a crop of dark hair, slightly crooked smiles and as a child I thought they had black eyes too. The shades, the pigments, were lost in translation and even still I picture him with ink-drop irises, faded sepia skin.
He, like his brothers, joined the navy. They left behind their youngest brother Ronnie on the shore waving in time with his murmured, off-beat heart, stretching the hole in his chest 8,000 miles wide. The Atlantic embraced them, called each in different directions as the waves rolled on endlessly. Their boats drifted from safe bays and my grandfather fixed his sight starboard, back towards London as the masts of his brothers’ vessels faded over the horizon.
My grandfather was in charge of saving anyone who fell overboard, and was for a time a deep sea diver. But he couldn’t swim, was scared of the bottomless depths aching beneath the deck. He lied on his forms,
A fleet of 'maybes', a navy of 'what ifs'We were ships passing in an open bay,A fleet of 'maybes', a navy of 'what ifs' by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
our red sails melting like an eclipse;
in that moment, we filtered out all light
and let our eyes glow from beneath our lids;
but moments are fleeting and ships pass
and our anchors drop in the close embrace
of other harbours.
Lions on AcidCake consumes cob:Lions on Acid by axes4six
it's a natural order from the deities of tobacco.
Faith dies when it won't come true.
It's hard to tell what came and what we simply never knew
If I saw you right now, I'd pretend we were red soda again.
I'd tell you stories about ponies and plants and perfume and
I'd lick the sticky, icky essence of your mind. It's rather
that you didn't kill yourself
Because, we are men.
That means that if you were dead,
I'd dance around in a kilt like a man waiting for
cannons and barets
and time to reverse so that
You and I were just lonely like lions and
did you know they were lonely?
Kings and things….
Pegasi with fucked up tails and crisply burnt wings,
dying and dyeing.
Don't remind me why. It's november
in my heart.
It gets too cold when we remember
that we may not be human.
I don't feel like I fit the description.
I can twist the tippy top of my toes until the
A MemoryI remember eating marshmallowsA Memory by IamA3Dpuzzle
roasted by candle
Dancing in the light
of your cell phone with our voices
making a tune at midnight
Days spent jumping, laughing,
Our feelings seemed connect
As did our hands intertwined
when we'd crossed a mess.
When we'd made our palms bleed
From swinging off trees,
Or when we dug a hole
To hide from the world
We spent snowy days in our shorts and bare feet
Just to see who could stand the heat of the burning freeze
And when I got too cold
you'd pick me up and run us home,
Rainy days were spent laying in puddles listening to the drops, getting soaked
And the sunniest were spent in swimsuits spraying each other with a hose
But every story has an end
So I lost my best friend...
What felt like death
When you left
Because every leaf kicked up in the fall...fell
and every raindrop to be caught...missed
every snowflake to be felt... melt
every flame to jump over in the summer sky...burned out
All these memories fall on my head;
Talking on your
You're Killing MeMother, Father,You're Killing Me by kidko123
please stop shouting.
no matter how hard you try,
you can't hide
that thinly veiled rage
beneath your voice.
I hate how
you don't even try
to hide the hate
tampering with your tone.
I can barely understand
but I can still
hear the spite
behind your words.
don't you know
your torrents of anger
can't be held back
by our paper-thin walls?
I can hear you
I can tell
can't you see?
Broken ButterflyI saw a butterfly cocoon once,Broken Butterfly by kidko123
and I wondered to myself,
"What goes on in there?"
Maybe I could poke it,
put it through something similar
to what I've been through,
and see if it reacts.
I wonder if
a butterfly would still come out
of that cocoon;
maybe with some wound,
it would end up
with a broken wing.
Just like me.
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