Please sign up
or login to post a critique.
Oh SpringOh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.Oh, tell the sun,Oh, the wonderful sun,To bring her warmth and come,To Shine down on the things that need to be done.Oh, whisper to the flowers,Oh, the beautiful flowers,Remind them to bloom,To show themselves soon.Oh, Yell to the waters,Oh, the magnificent waters,Urge them to flow,And never their currents slow.Oh, greet new life,Oh, innocent new life,Smile at them from all around,Let them listen you your calming sound.Oh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.
Army Of One Only few seem to care Though they’re never there To see my broken body Strangers stare at me oddly They know me they say Let them leave as they may An actress in public A dying soul being robotic Pills don’t numb the pain Razor blades give my skin bloody stains The bullet let the ease came Another lost fight hires on the screen How life could be so mean So at least the end we are an army of one Not a lot got done Now to find put who won some believe death is a gift Others a curse Scared body; secret broken soul lefts
Porcelain DollI'm a porcelain doll not an angel.No not at all.All the mistakes I can't take back,Only makes another crack.I wish I could sit on the wall.For I'm only a porcelain doll.I don't want to break,From all the memories and love the demons take.
Yin and YangWhen darkness closing inWhen light can't seem to winYin & Yang fall in to LimboHow far will it goThe peaceful balanceIs met with resistanceAngels and demons fighting insideWhich will win you can't decideChaos in your mind always staysBe that as it mayYin & Yang fall in to LimboYou simply must knowHow far it will go in youHow strong your Will lets you chooseWhen the darkness closing inFight it hard enough you'll win.
Demi God-Zilthena P.O.V.-She's been in the pits for two months now. The young woman still had to find and get to her kidnapped mother. Her deathly black hair fell gracefully down her blood covered back and her olive coloured skin, Her ghost gray bore into the person standing outside her cell."A girl is in the pits as gladiator? Is the world ending?" A deep male voice echoed off the walls."If you don't shut up your world will be." the girls cold voice answerd. She heard him open her cell door and enter before she saw the giant of a man. He was handsome with his honey colored eyes, dark hair and well toned tan body littered with battle scars. One word popped into her head...demigod."What's your name…demigod?" She questioned. He seemed taken back by the question but soon collected himself."Moralice son of Ares god of war and bloodshed. And who are you?" Was his answer."Zilthena daughter of Hades god of the underworld." She replied smoothly.-Moralice P.O.V.-Moralice looke
Truth In LiesDaylight fade awayNo more hurt todayPlain as a picture from a photo boothLies bleed so much truthSee my scarsI hide beneath the starsReality is a harsh fateI'd rather eat fake off a dinner plateNever is truth a mistakeThe golden ruleMake them have a dualThe truth and liesThey never dieJust a fantasySo much insanityLet me beI choose not to see
You,Me Light,NightTry as I might,I lost my fight.Only at night,Do the demons come out to play.For the angels in the day,Have finally gone away.Sometimes I still pray,As I watch my dreams decay.What could I possibly gain?These angels brought pain,Sorrow and even abuse.These angels sided with you.How could this be?The angels...Your Angels have forsaken me.It made me free.Now my demons fight for me.They understand the Beast,The monster, the theft,You made inside of me.So I fight for the dark,And you for the light?Everything not is black and white.
LiesLies bring me loving Misery.Lies drown me in sweet agony. Lies show me beautiful despair. Lies they never care. Lies its never fair. Lies I bury them inside.Lies nowhere you can hide. Lies they let me fly. Lies how they make me cry. Lies I want to die.
Reason WhyMy Reason why I tried to tell you but my voice failed meI wanted to cry but my eyes wouldn't let meI went to fight but me strength left meI yearned to live but life denied me That's my suicide
acrimonyi have spent too long loving youlike a store shutting down, slashing my prices,hoping there’s something here you mightwant to buy before i go under.this is not your fault. i was told that lovingdesperately and wholly was light yearsbetter than loving practically, but youhave spent four years loving me like i am a siegeand you are worried that your fortress’s wallsare not high enough. i think i meanthat you love me cautious; you love mecircumstantially.most nights i waste hours not looking at my phoneand trying to remind myself how much i amworth without you by my side. the numbersnever add up. maybe this is becauseyou have never been constant enough to be an equation.look here, i have it on good authoritythat universes exist in my skin and stars have diedso that i could live. stars have died and i havesurvived and you will not be the one to make me wishmy soul was nothing but a black hole.i can’t shake the thought that you are my novel andi am y
He Wore My Makeup AgainAt least it wasn't a dress this time,but I know that my boyfriendhas something to hide.When I'm not looking, he takes my purse,uses my make up to cover the hurts.Dabs his fingers into my foundation,taps it on his face, with handsas skilled as a physician.The brush he rubs down the angles of his cheek.He should be thankful that he'sthe same complexion as me.I've never seen him with a bare face,whenever he's with me,the make up will stay.At least he hasn't used my lipstickyet, I don't know how I wouldfeel about him adorned in red.And my eye shadow, he seems to leave alone,it seems he uses my make up,just for an even tone.Perhaps he'll progress to using the rest,and then I suppose then, he'll startwearing a dress.I guess it's slow, this painful transition.I just want him to say it,he's already got my attention.I get it he's a cross dresser, he has to be right?Isn't that what men who want tobe women describe themselves like?I think I'll confront him about his f
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorof a coal miner’s faceafter a long, hard day of work-something you’ve neverhad to experienceyet you talk as thoughyou’re just as worn out;your trivial chit-chatis turning syrupy with every sip,although your sentencesaren’t getting any sweeteryou grab another glassof the effervescent liquid,hoping the sea of peoplewill turn to black coal,and it will be dark enoughfor you to fall asleepas you walk tipsily to the bathroom,the overpaid opera singerbelts her last high note- a bit too high;your crystal glass shattersinto a thousand piecesAnd with it, you shatter too.
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."Please, fucking, SPARE ME!Because when I look in this mirror, I know.When I see myself looking back at me, I know.Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.I was the problem.I was the instigator.I was the perpetrator.And when I had broken every last bit of her,I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
I won't cryyou can ask me how I am.that's okay I won't cryI don't know how I am, I can't correctly describe it.Other than to say there's a constant ache in my chestand a tightness in my throat,with swelled up emotions sitting somewhere at the back of my eyes.You should be careful what you saybut then I can't even explain what triggers these feelingsso say what you like,I'll just react in which ever way,cos I have no controll now.The way I feel everyday, has become so familiar to me,since I lost him.Sometimes it's so hard to bear,the constant ache in my chest threatens to crush meIt's hard to breath.The tightness im my throat burns,I want to wail out loud my inarticulate utterances of griefand release all my pent up emotions.But don't worry you can ask me how I am.It's okay, I won't cry.Written by Suzanne karbach21st may 2015
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,A man given freedom.He looked in the mirror,And liked what he saw...The days wore on,And he lived his life.Morning PT was a distant memory,So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.Training came thrice at first,Then twice, then once,Then none...The days wore on...And life became harder,Sacrifices were made.He looked in the mirror one day,And didn't like what he saw.Not anymore...Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...And the days wore on...And so he went out running, one fateful day,His lungs burning with every breath.Yet despite the pain inside his chest, He resolved the soldier, would return to his best."You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around the yard!"-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
things to take to college1. between the two of us, we have eaten milesof pavement, we have spent months pressingthe same four wheels into the ground.whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.they will lead you back home.2. there are songs i only figured out how to singwith you beside me. even now, the wordssound awkward in my throat.the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makessomething sacred, but words like thati only know how to sing with a quietreverence i can’t seem to find anymore.3. i am good at writing poems that convincepeople to stay. i don’t know how to writea poem to someone that i know is going to leaveno matter what i say.4. you have faith in spades. and i’m not talking aboutgod. i’m talking about that tangible faith inhumanity, the faith that always makes youask me how my day was, even if the answeris always the same.5. to be truthful, i don’t want you to stay.some people are made for the great unknown.6. we have watched more sunset
Now you are an angelNow you are an angel,For only angels come when you die.We close our eyes,Hearing your angels lullaby.Now you are an angel.