I want to look towards the day that I will fit together,
that my skin will feel like lace over bones,
soft in appearance, but nowhere near delicate.
I want there to be thread through the holes
and staples and tape secured to the broken bits.
Maybe I'll be able to keep my head high and my hips attached.
Maybe I won't be alone.
Maybe I won't be last.
I won't quit, no matter how hard it gets.
Right now, yes, I don't know where tomorrow is.
I don't know whether to cry or laugh.
But there's a dream fluttering between these broken fingers.
There's a smile behind the chips in my lips.
I am coming back to a land that never sleeps,
where no
"You have got to stop thinking about
yourself negatively.
It isn't healthy."
He said after another day of sleeping,
eyes flashing bright and blue
in the dark room like a were-cat's
-- wide as flying saucers;
knowledge never-ending;
bound to my kiss.
There was a frown upon his lips,
and it pulled at my clothes
and struck my heart like an iron gong.
I had originally wanted to
glower at him begrudgingly,
all the while shaking my head.
But his unrelenting determination
has left cracks in me.
So instead that night I gaped at him,
thinking wistfully
- temptation to hope seeping throughout me -
and it was warm and fil
The World Is Not An Osyster by melegram, literature
Literature
The World Is Not An Osyster
When you say kind words,
your tongue folds over,
clotting with your saliva,
for your heart's gone insane from the isolation.
If you could,
you would scream at them over and over,
poison them with the same accursed thoughts,
tear them down in ways
from which they will never recover from.
After eleven years of torture,
you're itching to be the bully,
to be that shadowy presence
keeping them from succumbing to sleep
until the following morning.
You want to peel back their eyelids,
smack them around a bit,
whisper that they are nothing
until they finally believe it.
You are tired of standing on the edge,
knife at your throat,
e
One Word Brings A Billion Thoughts by melegram, literature
Literature
One Word Brings A Billion Thoughts
Today beats into me
a million lines,
a billion lies.
stretches my fingers over spider webs
in makeshift cat's cradle;
caves in my lips.
sound of tearing,
ripping.
heart tipping over.
die,
die,
crying.
lungs filling,
screaming,
hair loose,
pulling.
time caught;
I'm graveling.
Thoughts store bought.
just broken dynamite,
up against the wall.
spine scraping down the hinges;
fiddling with strands of hair,
did you know it's all falling apart?
It's all falling apart now, my darling!
spit in each corner.
eyes too grey.
can't amount to anything --
can't even behave,
fighting for balance.
forgetting the repercussi
Freedom Is Whispered By Accident Today by melegram, literature
Literature
Freedom Is Whispered By Accident Today
I guide my hand over the silver pool,
each ring a fortune,
but which ones ring true?
My feet are full of splinters,
and twigs stick out of my hair,
and the world is deathly afraid of my affairs.
I guide my hand over the silver pool,
fingers in my sleeve,
and blue eyes cruel.
My identity quakes,
my heartbeat spikes,
and the muscles in my back contract
and come closer together
and contract
like a little lost bird
wanting to take flight.
Drip,
drip,
goes the metallic water.
Bump-de-bump,
be still my aching heart.
A deer stands there watching me
from the far side of the pond.
He bows his head to me
- so handsome with his antlers -
and I sm
Insomnia chipping away at my eyes,
my ears,
like a shroud impossible to see through.
Fingers in ink,
ships floating,
anchors sinking,
then being dragged into the heart of the sea.
Toes slip through the sand slowly,
engraved into the mind
that I can't swim.
Thoughts a weight
on my poorly-structured body.
Eyes falling,
closing,
marveling when opened.
Lips curled,
lips falling,
lips whispering something self-acclaimed.
Heat in the air,
heat in my cheeks.
Snow a weight
on my poorly-structured body.
Needles that prick
with each part of the story.
Ink in my heart.
I'm drowning.
But my boat keeps sailing hom
I hate the frost,
the oil on the leaves,
the moisture in the air
and on my cheeks.
Pen to paper,
paper to pen,
tears in the paper,
the words expand.
And silence is kept.
And I wonder,
oh I wonder,
are we there yet?
Heart beating,
beating,
but only when he has
the defibrillator in hand.
Love,
thy ink on my palms
and stalagmites cutting apart my skin.
Rain as black,
black as my ink.
And the silence,
oh the silence is kept.
And it is numbing.
Numbing all my pain...
I scrawl my hieroglyphics onto walls
with broken fingers,
timid nerves,
and a rusty nail;
heart tapping to the beat of threaded water.
I am a shadow creeping around corners.
I am lonely,
so lonely,
but I have to put on a brave face
and smile like I truly believe
that everything's okay
and that the love of one person
is as powerful as the hate
or indifference of everyone else.
Why is it that the most talkative people
make me feel so silent?
So insignificant?
Even when my dreams
and our future are so close,
my body feels an unsatisfying cold.
I don't feel so well.
Even when he say
I am the dropped stone
eating out of your hand,
face tinged blue
and eyes stark black.
I carry my burdens under your skin.
I smile,
skin bubbling,
tears toxic.
I run,
scrape up my knees,
drink up the ink.
I cry,
cry for all my narcotic fantasies,
dreams gone on by.
I'll never catch the wind,
never fly.
My hair will go unbrushed
and I'll tuck the blankets
underneath my chin;
stalagmites itching.
I'll be blue as forget-me-not's.
You'll only remember my sins.
And it's devastating to know who you are
and what you do
causes me to seethe
and long to wring your neck.
I can't understand why you would
choose to love
In the day time,
I am claustrophobic;
at night I am well-written.
The ink simmers in my pen,
as catastrophic
as the smile that comes with it,
and the tides in my eyes roll and bend,
but I suffer through it;
an aching in the stitches,
palpitations in my heart,
bones lying too still,
and spine a Petri dish for sores.
At night,
I am the queen in her element --
a sky diver soaring over mountains.
In my dreams,
I am unstoppable;
in my life,
I'm powerless.
On paper,
I need only be worried
my words will be worded wrong,
that they will be forgotten.
I can carry on without the past,
the future,
or the present.
I want to look towards the day that I will fit together,
that my skin will feel like lace over bones,
soft in appearance, but nowhere near delicate.
I want there to be thread through the holes
and staples and tape secured to the broken bits.
Maybe I'll be able to keep my head high and my hips attached.
Maybe I won't be alone.
Maybe I won't be last.
I won't quit, no matter how hard it gets.
Right now, yes, I don't know where tomorrow is.
I don't know whether to cry or laugh.
But there's a dream fluttering between these broken fingers.
There's a smile behind the chips in my lips.
I am coming back to a land that never sleeps,
where no
"You have got to stop thinking about
yourself negatively.
It isn't healthy."
He said after another day of sleeping,
eyes flashing bright and blue
in the dark room like a were-cat's
-- wide as flying saucers;
knowledge never-ending;
bound to my kiss.
There was a frown upon his lips,
and it pulled at my clothes
and struck my heart like an iron gong.
I had originally wanted to
glower at him begrudgingly,
all the while shaking my head.
But his unrelenting determination
has left cracks in me.
So instead that night I gaped at him,
thinking wistfully
- temptation to hope seeping throughout me -
and it was warm and fil
The World Is Not An Osyster by melegram, literature
Literature
The World Is Not An Osyster
When you say kind words,
your tongue folds over,
clotting with your saliva,
for your heart's gone insane from the isolation.
If you could,
you would scream at them over and over,
poison them with the same accursed thoughts,
tear them down in ways
from which they will never recover from.
After eleven years of torture,
you're itching to be the bully,
to be that shadowy presence
keeping them from succumbing to sleep
until the following morning.
You want to peel back their eyelids,
smack them around a bit,
whisper that they are nothing
until they finally believe it.
You are tired of standing on the edge,
knife at your throat,
e
One Word Brings A Billion Thoughts by melegram, literature
Literature
One Word Brings A Billion Thoughts
Today beats into me
a million lines,
a billion lies.
stretches my fingers over spider webs
in makeshift cat's cradle;
caves in my lips.
sound of tearing,
ripping.
heart tipping over.
die,
die,
crying.
lungs filling,
screaming,
hair loose,
pulling.
time caught;
I'm graveling.
Thoughts store bought.
just broken dynamite,
up against the wall.
spine scraping down the hinges;
fiddling with strands of hair,
did you know it's all falling apart?
It's all falling apart now, my darling!
spit in each corner.
eyes too grey.
can't amount to anything --
can't even behave,
fighting for balance.
forgetting the repercussi
Freedom Is Whispered By Accident Today by melegram, literature
Literature
Freedom Is Whispered By Accident Today
I guide my hand over the silver pool,
each ring a fortune,
but which ones ring true?
My feet are full of splinters,
and twigs stick out of my hair,
and the world is deathly afraid of my affairs.
I guide my hand over the silver pool,
fingers in my sleeve,
and blue eyes cruel.
My identity quakes,
my heartbeat spikes,
and the muscles in my back contract
and come closer together
and contract
like a little lost bird
wanting to take flight.
Drip,
drip,
goes the metallic water.
Bump-de-bump,
be still my aching heart.
A deer stands there watching me
from the far side of the pond.
He bows his head to me
- so handsome with his antlers -
and I sm
Insomnia chipping away at my eyes,
my ears,
like a shroud impossible to see through.
Fingers in ink,
ships floating,
anchors sinking,
then being dragged into the heart of the sea.
Toes slip through the sand slowly,
engraved into the mind
that I can't swim.
Thoughts a weight
on my poorly-structured body.
Eyes falling,
closing,
marveling when opened.
Lips curled,
lips falling,
lips whispering something self-acclaimed.
Heat in the air,
heat in my cheeks.
Snow a weight
on my poorly-structured body.
Needles that prick
with each part of the story.
Ink in my heart.
I'm drowning.
But my boat keeps sailing hom
I hate the frost,
the oil on the leaves,
the moisture in the air
and on my cheeks.
Pen to paper,
paper to pen,
tears in the paper,
the words expand.
And silence is kept.
And I wonder,
oh I wonder,
are we there yet?
Heart beating,
beating,
but only when he has
the defibrillator in hand.
Love,
thy ink on my palms
and stalagmites cutting apart my skin.
Rain as black,
black as my ink.
And the silence,
oh the silence is kept.
And it is numbing.
Numbing all my pain...
I scrawl my hieroglyphics onto walls
with broken fingers,
timid nerves,
and a rusty nail;
heart tapping to the beat of threaded water.
I am a shadow creeping around corners.
I am lonely,
so lonely,
but I have to put on a brave face
and smile like I truly believe
that everything's okay
and that the love of one person
is as powerful as the hate
or indifference of everyone else.
Why is it that the most talkative people
make me feel so silent?
So insignificant?
Even when my dreams
and our future are so close,
my body feels an unsatisfying cold.
I don't feel so well.
Even when he say
I am the dropped stone
eating out of your hand,
face tinged blue
and eyes stark black.
I carry my burdens under your skin.
I smile,
skin bubbling,
tears toxic.
I run,
scrape up my knees,
drink up the ink.
I cry,
cry for all my narcotic fantasies,
dreams gone on by.
I'll never catch the wind,
never fly.
My hair will go unbrushed
and I'll tuck the blankets
underneath my chin;
stalagmites itching.
I'll be blue as forget-me-not's.
You'll only remember my sins.
And it's devastating to know who you are
and what you do
causes me to seethe
and long to wring your neck.
I can't understand why you would
choose to love
In the day time,
I am claustrophobic;
at night I am well-written.
The ink simmers in my pen,
as catastrophic
as the smile that comes with it,
and the tides in my eyes roll and bend,
but I suffer through it;
an aching in the stitches,
palpitations in my heart,
bones lying too still,
and spine a Petri dish for sores.
At night,
I am the queen in her element --
a sky diver soaring over mountains.
In my dreams,
I am unstoppable;
in my life,
I'm powerless.
On paper,
I need only be worried
my words will be worded wrong,
that they will be forgotten.
I can carry on without the past,
the future,
or the present.
- I'm a novice fiction writer who happens to be extremely shy in social situations; whether online or in real life. Nonetheless, I will try my best to do my part in the community. I'll try to piece my poems together as beautifully as possible for my audience to enjoy :)
- I've been writing for my own pleasure since I was eight. I don't think I'm anywhere near being professional, however. It's kind of sad, actually...
- Most of the work I plan on posting here on dA will be poetry/prose, although there will be the occasional short story. -
- I plan on publishing a book someday, but I know that I first have to do my research and further develop my skills. It's a long road to get where I want to be, but I have faith that I'm going to make it <3
Hi! Um...I don't like sharing who I am usually, but I just need to rant a little. I'm sorry to whoever has the misfortune of reading this. I just really wish I wasn't me right now. It's not okay. It's not okay at all, and that, everyone (I'd say my friends but I'm hardly close to anyone on here, and part of me chooses to remain that way, for reasons you'll soon come to acknowledge), is something I've fought endless years to let go of -- that thought that it would be okay and that I could one day feel what it's like to be greedy with my happiness.
Spoiler: it's never happened.
It has been a decade and in all that time this ungodl
Hello my peeps :heart: Not quite sure what to say. I suppose things are getting better. That's what my fiance tells me anyway...uhm...
Things happening? Well, I'm looking at jobs, writing, reading, the.....usual...
Just trying to find myself and will myself to be happy (whatever that means... -__-), basically...yeah ^^;
Nanowrimo's coming around the corner. Should be fun...
So...how are you guys all doing?