don’t make me
fall in love with you,
again.
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
wake-me-up kisses,
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
fall
ap art.
Once upon a mystery
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.
You're fat.
Or maybe you're
Anorexic...
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're ugly.
Or maybe you're
Fake...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're quiet.
Or maybe you're
Obnoxious...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're you.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
Well.
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
just wave goodbye by forestmeetwildfire, literature
Literature
just wave goodbye
dearest,
today i was
the ocean.
i tried to
reach the
forest but
could only get
as far as sand before the
cratered moon pulled me back again.
ankles
the of
at shrie-
i bit king,
shivering
children and retreated
back into my cocoon of
plankton and salt. i crashed and
rushed, i
We Poets Are Frustrated... by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
We Poets Are Frustrated...
We Poets Are Frustrated...
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all
The 13th Hour- Mistake by kitsune-tsuki-sakan, literature
Literature
The 13th Hour- Mistake
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock on Tikhs wall sang to her as she toyed with a piece of thread. It was not one from and hourglass, much to her dismay, but it was a fun toy nonetheless. Her long fingers wove the thread into impossibly complex and beautiful designs and she giggled at each one before unthreading it and starting over again.
Finally she looked over at her partner, who was lounging on a couch reading a book.
Tokh, she drawled, how long has it been in the world since we set her up?
Tokh looked up from his book and pulled a pocket watch from his coat. He flipped it open and studied the twenty gold
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p