Stories tagged “poem”

  • unknown

    the only person you truly know is yourself but when you look at yourself you don’t see what others see you look at your reflection and don’t like what looks back at you you see flaws and mistakes where you should see someone who is beauti...

  • Annie Waites

    Annie Waites has died A letter sent, unanswered Monarch’s flight cut short I knew not the hour Unaware of the calendar day Moment of mourning lost Yet remains life’s admonition Reiterated in night’s visitation Our life’s music O...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
  • To her, from me.

    at night, I think about what you’re doing and what I’m doing and how different they are you’re in a different world a world that doesn’t include me someday i know i’ll see you and we’ll talk and smile and get along wonderfully but you live ...

    • Author: Oy
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Waiting

    A chain of pains, lashing out all across your body in a horizontal way, Making me cry ’cause there was nothing I could do. I can hear you. Helplessness at it’s finest. I cannot control others, even with my special manipulator tools and my t...

  • Wilted Garden

    It was if I was six And had decided to finally grow myself a garden I had had the pot of dirt since I was born But I never planted a single seed And then you came along You told me to follow my dreams And build you a beautiful garden So I did But as so...

  • of

    to be held by light speechless better than jesus. yeah. (fuck that) to be held by light li _ke stags like animals like brilliance of a growing, a forest’s blessing (a fairy!) from dizzy dark blood, ________________sin/muscle imbued scissor finge...

    • Author: Escapist
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Lovely Love (Mature)

    A presence. A touch. A kiss. Essence overwhelms reason. Desire overwhelms foresight. Action overwhelms thought. They are together, Sharing their space. They are apart, Alone in their minds. They balance. They give. They take. They share. Two bodies fee...

    • Author: Zen Brau
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • Other Place

    I shall be going away The trips is short but erelong I shan’t know knight from day I travel from right to wrong Out of this mundane world Intend I to fall headlong Noone sees realities swirled Both light and dark my sight plague So to there my sa...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Said The Darkness to the Candle

    Said the darkness to the candle, “Why fightest thou the night?” Said the candle to the shadow, “Why begrudgest thou my light? ’Tis only in the contrast that thine shape and form is known.” “Oh, thine folly is what of...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • Pangea

    Smile to the one who forgot how. Laugh with the one who knows no such sound. Befriend the one who sits so solemnly. And rejoice that you’ve been given a life, To help those who wade in strife. Be the sun to someone’s night. Be the song to s...

  • The Skin I Cannot Escape

    I erased myself one day, Of all the colors on my skin. I molded myself with clay, Shutting out what’s within. I became an empty slate, My character anew. Not yet stained by sin and hate. And in this form I grew. I grew until the clay, it cracked....

  • Der Tanz (The Dance)

    On a soft summer night, In a valley of chance, Warm hearts glow so bright, Souls of the night ready to dance. Where trees grow tall, And rivers held pregnant, Ears so silent listen for the call, Breaths held still and stagnant. Finally, the silence bro...

  • I'll Learn How To Fly On My Own

    These chains surround me. Lighter than air, But rooted like a tree. They push and press. They block my way. I push back nonetheless. I’m stuck, immobile. Demons crowd around my ankles, But I crawl on with head held high and noble. I drown in my o...

  • I, the Moon

    You are the Sun, and I the Moon. You chase my darkness. I bring you gloom. Monsters howl to me. To you, angels fly. Your light burns through me. You’ll only grow brighter as time passes by. While I merely exist, you are a worshipped being. Why, o...

  • On the Day

    The day is a runaway train, Fleeing, I suppose, night’s dreaming. Ride on, charge on, don’t restrain! Thoughts are tumbling, streaming, Nagging and pursuing at the rails. Reality waits with perils teeming. Chance success; endure the fails.

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • dancing with blood on my tank top

    dancing with blood on my tank top threads of always from my breast undulate shame, a little cough, a little dress, but the shame isn’t. we’re quilts see maybe it’s because of the molly or he’s just scared but damn that boy can ...

    • Author: Escapist
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • My weather poem

    (My little sister’s attempt at poetry) Cloud You are very fluffy Why are you white? You should change color For fun. You are so high Do you want to come down? If I were you I would come down Once in a while You are so cool Are you really made of ...

    • Author: MissEve
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hurt

    ’twas times greatest deceit and, thus fallen, lays love. Was slain, in defeat though seemed fated from above. In pleasure the pursuit, pleasure gained for years. Then left destitute, with pains wicked tears. My soul pushed to break, my heart bear...

  • Ashes

    Dark, bitter ashes In my soul doth dwell Pain’s cruel black lashes On my flesh doth swell A turn wrong taken A tale that’s untold My spirit’s shaken My love has been sold I cry in the night I wake from a dream This scare I can’t...

  • It'll Walk

    It’ll be like something in a movie It’ll walk on wooden doors And stomp them Until they open It’ll be a painting of a picture, taken 25 years ago when you first awakened, incarcerated Sister It’ll sting like the claw of the pet you...

  • Hair

    An extension of myself, reaching out from the top of my brain, over wheat grain fields, over a thumping, throbbing tree at the center of me, Over closed windows that can only try to imitate the colors by reflecting (this is where I find some reserve), ...

  • Creativity

    creativity taped up, held down packaged in a box and sold for any amount of money taken “borrowed” bought sold “creativity” isn’t creativity if it’s common it isn’t creativity if someone else did it first that...

  • Audience Participation - Your Lovely Assistant

    A strawberry road runs down a body of silk-flesh and milk, doesn’t want to stop touching. And elbows of pasta grime will keep grinding on the counter tops til you clean up your mess. Carbohydrates and spinach will help your immune system, I know ...

  • My Name is Mother

    In each green web of dead stars, I see myself. A soul cast into space, into a space that was gulping at souls like a thirsty, active dog. Unquestioningly blissful, just so happy to see you. Through the cracks in the pavement, I see insect babies crawli...