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The Lonely Walk Home 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

WalkTogether we walked with skin that met
Not yet one body, but two that had joined
We smiled and said things we truly meant
And happiness had gotten into us

Sometimes we would step and our feet would be in time
We'd hop over the cracks in the sidewalk's stone
And sometimes we'd miss a step and you'd fall behind
I'd take your hand again and then we'd be fine

You put inches between us
In the spaces between our ribs
I closed the spaces with melted rubber
And you let it slide again

Our appendages disentangled
We untied our knots but we walked together
And for almost a week you kept your mouth shut
You let me inhale the sound of our stWalk5 years ago in Free Verse

The Walk of Utter ShameThe Walk of Utter Shame:

My face is hidden by a blackened mask,
As I am taken to stand before the crowd.
Ripped from my face and cast aside,
My features burn in the glaring sun...

"Who amongst you will defend this man?"
I hear a soldier call.
"None of us sir!" The crowd shrieks back,
As to my knees I fall.

"Shame him!" The soldier cries,
As they begin to pelt me with rotten fruits,
"Maim him!" the people scream,
As they kick at me with mailed boots...

I shudder and writhe beneath the torture,
Too pained to even scream in fear.
For this is the punishment that I deserve,
For shaming the honour that I hold dear.

In anger, in raThe Walk of Utter Shame1 year ago in Free Verse

we could walk on water.I will find you on the edges of the river,
right between the creases where the moss
grows thick and the water gurgles hymns
so softly that you have to still your pulse
just so that you might hear it.

[Quiet, darling, quiet; open your heart and listen.]

You will find me in the pocket of the ocean’s
darkest wave, curled against the starfish and
seaweed, painting my moon-sand skin with
every color so that I might be as achingly
beautiful as the coral you dream of.

[Pray, darling, pray; open your hands and believe.]

We will find one another in the deepest part
of the deepest lake, pressing kisses together so
that when we brewe could walk on water.4 years ago in Free Verse

I thought you loved me.
I thought that you'd come back.
If you love me,
You'd just say so.

You left.
You didn't say goodbye.
You walked away,
Not even trying to spare me as well.

Lies flood around me.
Truth isn't here.
You filled me full of spite.
I can't even see through it.

I don't want to be hateful.
I don't want to be rude.
I don't want you to talk to her.
I don't want you to love her.

If you love me,
You should've said so. Walk Away2 years ago in Free Verse

Walk with meWalk with me my darling
In this eternal spring
Where flowers last forever
And birds of love do sing

Walk with me my darling
In this land of make believe
Where bees deliver honeycomb
And dreams with love we weave

Walk with me my darling
And give no thought to time
Here we have forever
To share our love divine

Walk with me my darling
We'll trace rainbows in the sky
Fill them in with color
And then we'll learn to fly

Walk with me my darling
Watch the gentle river flow
The sun will always shine on us
Because of our love he knows

Walk with me my darling
And say we will never part
Please take the ring I give you
You already Walk with me2 years ago in Free Verse

wALK,, Chapter 3

"Awh man Tavbro, wassup?" Gamzee stood on the balls of his feet, slightly crouched. He had a bottle of grape faygo in his hand. Purple really was his favorite color, wasn't it? There was a smile on his face, a little goofier than his usual smirk. My heart was racing. "N-nothing just out for a walk. Couldn't sleep." Gamzee rocked a bit in thought. "A walk huh?" Then he giggled. Something about him was off, I couldn't place it though. He stood slowly and glance at the tree I was standing next to. With a leap, he landed on a thick branch, then jumped to the ground. He stumbled and giggled again. "G-Gamzee is there something wrong?" I reached outwALK,, Chapter 31 year ago in Profiles

In LoveIn Love

The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-

The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-

I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-

Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
IIn Love5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

heart brokenIn my dreams
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been herheart broken9 years ago in Free Verse

I walk alone

All I really wanted was more.
More of you,
not that cheap whore.

What are you thinking now,
as I tell you I know,
and you wrinkle your brow?

I may not be cupid
or a fortuneteller,
But i know you're playing stupid.

You think a little innocent lie can help you here,
you think the end surely isn't near.

I'll tell you once more,
I've found out you're nothing but a whore.

Where is he?
The one to hold me close,
the one my family approves,
the one I'm not emberassed to talk about?
He's surely not in you.
You're surely not mature.

My footsteps are alone,
one after another, after another, after another.
No support, but I don'tI walk alone2 years ago in Free Verse

A Walk Through the ParkSometimes the strangest of creatures can be found in the most ordinary of places. How they get there can be a mystery. Did they escape from some local zoo? Maybe it used to be a pet or caged animal. Whatever the reason, they're there. To say they won't harm anybody is probably hoping for too much. True, they may go completely undetected until being caught, but there is that chance that someone could get hurt. This is a story of just such a situation.

Becky was a young college student attending a school in Florida. Only 19 years old and a sophomore. She didn't have a lot of world experience. Not to say she was stupid, far from it. A Walk Through the Park3 years ago in Settings

One Day2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

NEW 100 Themes Challenge~THE 100 THEMES~

1. Names
2. Hardship
3. School
4. Opinion
5. Break Up
6. New Love
7. Alley
8. Riddle
9. You and Me
10. I Do
11. Secret
12. DO NOT ENTER
13. Colors
14. Cruel
15. Kings, Queens, and Jokers
16. Run Free
17. Where are the Crackers?
18. Life
19. R is for Revenge
20. Burning
21. Do You Want To Know?
22. Discovery
23. Birthday
24. Rocks Aren't the Same
25. Shadow
26. Fate
27. Freedom Isn't Free
28. Wildflowers
29. Energy
30. Notes
31. Numbers
32. Dying Fire
33. Breaking Point
34. Fish
35. Trapped
36. Dancing
37. Don't Go
38. Alone
39. Betrayal
40. Due Date
41. Sealed in Blood
42. Impossible
NEW 100 Themes Challenge4 years ago in General Non-Fiction

Will You Walk With Me?Will you walk with me?
This moonlit path?
Where we can see naught
But each other?

Will you walk across that clattering bridge,
Above the raging river?

Please, take my hand and lead me
The blind prophet across the mourning star.
Pining for the ancient ones.

Walk this unmarked path
Created by our minds.
Hold my hand tighter love
Because I am afraid.

Will you lead me through the dark?
Where only the stars can guide us?

Love, please lead me through the dark tunnels
And help me find the wind
Help me see the cascading water

Will you tug my hand
And stop me from falling
Down the forever precipice

Cover my eyes should I look
StWill You Walk With Me?4 years ago in Open

Walk Away, Im doneWalk away
The lies, deceit
You've pushed me
Too far
Leave me here
I was fine
Til you opened your fucking mouth
I dont need it
I dont need you.
Just walk away. Walk Away, Im done1 year ago in Free Verse

Morning Walk in AutumnThe marsh is half frozen,
splays of ice scattered
over leaves and mud.
Reed tops coated in frost
bowing to the cold.
I walk over the creaking bridge
and think of autumn,
clutching in my stiff hand
three fallen branches
and dead leaves--
a brittle bouquet
for my vase--
their stillness says
I died to make all things new.Morning Walk in Autumn2 years ago in Free Verse

Walk [Loki x Reader (pt3)]You awoke slowly, a deep breath expanding your chest as you pulled the covers tight around you. Why were you so cold--

You cringed, opening your eyes and preparing to tell the idiot to leave, now, before you had to get in the shower and--oh. No one's arms were around you.

You turned your head. Loki was gone. O-oh. Well alright...

Sitting up, you scanned the room. All was still so you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, a tad puzzled, but pleased he was gone. You checked the clock, happy to see it was just the right time of day for anyone in the house to be gone, or still asleep until 1PM.

And you were just about to get in the showerWalk [Loki x Reader (pt3)]1 year ago in Short Stories

Forgive Me1 month ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:

He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be

The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail

"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure

Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity

Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a Sorry I'm A Man8 months ago in Free Verse

Destroy This PoemDestroy This Poem

To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Stop it.
Don’t Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didn’t paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didn’t even turn this in on time.

And while I’m writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet I’m not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, I’m concerned with how much water is left in my water bottDestroy This Poem5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

wALK,, Chapter 1

I had never been much. My entire life revolved around myself and my father. Dirt poor. With hardly anything to our names. A few yeas ago I got into a terrible accident on a field trip, and lost my legs. My father spent every last penny on buying me new legs. Ever since, we've had nothing but each other. Even with my loss, I developed like any typical boy would. I loved video games, well, any type of game really. I was especially fond of Fiduspawn. It was a little childish, but i never grew out of it. To my joy, they were opening a new store around the block of my somber little neighborhood.

I had managed to save up enough money to at least wALK,, Chapter 11 year ago in Profiles

Maybe, Just Maybe

Why can't I be sad about this?
Not a single tear has flown
Am I emotionless?
Am I a monster?

Why can't I be sad about this
My mood seems to be the same
Am I heartless?
Am I empty?

Why can't I be sad about this
The others have their masks on
Why do I not need mine?
What have I become?

Or maybe, just maybe
I have grown used to the pain
Of losing someone who's close to me
Maybe, just maybeMaybe, Just Maybe1 year ago in Free Verse

These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:

My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel

And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight

And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write prettyThese Words Aren't Pretty4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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