They say the ice will hold
so there I go,
forced to believe them by my act of trusting people,
stepping out on it,
and naturally it gaps open
and I, forced to carry on coolly
by my act of being imperturbable,
slide erectly into the water wearing my captain's helmet,
waving to the shore with a sad smile,
"Goodbye my darlings, goodbye dear one,"
as the ice meets again over my head with a click.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
There’s nothing that I really want:
The stars tonight are rich and cold
Above my house that vaguely broods
Upon a path soon lost in dark.
My dinner plate is chipped all round
(It tells me that I’ve changed a lot);
My glass is cracked all down one side
(It shows there is a path for me).
My hands—I rest my head on them.
My eyes—I rest my mind on them.
There’s nothing that I really need
Before I set out on that path.
By Kevin Hart
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
there will come a time
when you’ll love
somebody
and not
know
why
or
how
words
cannot
hold the
weight of their
smile & that’s when
you’ll start writing poetry
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
If I were to die today, I know what my last words would be. Those words are a secret though, because they are only meant for one person. But, at the same time, I would want the entire world to hear these last words I have for that one person, because the weight behind these words feels too great to merely whisper softly in their ear. I would want to yell, shout the words out for the world to hear. But the thing is, even that wouldn't be enough to bring the words justice.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
“He came up and kissed me on my forehead, and before he stepped away, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then, how his arms looked brown against his white shirt, the way his hair was cut a little too short in the front. Even the bruise, there because of me.
Then he was gone.
Just for that moment, the thought that I might never see him again… it felt worse than death. I wanted to run after him. Tell him anything, everything. Just don’t go. Please just never go. Please just always be near me, so I can at least see you.
Because it felt final. I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. That no matter what, we would be connected—by our history, by this house. But this time, this last time, it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different, there would be a mountain between us.
I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn’t expect was to feel so much grief.
Bye bye, Birdie.”
-Jenny Han
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
Never let go of someone who is unafraid to face your demons.
And, in return, be unafraid to face theirs.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
"Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Why do humans cry? Why, when we experience intense emotions, do our bodies decide to expel large quantities of liquid from our eyes? We are not even granted the small favor of it looking all beautifully tragic like it does in movies, no; it is noisy, it is messy, the tears are often accompanied by snot, and your eyes become awfully puffy and red. And sometimes you can't seem to make yourself stop. And sometimes there is nothing you can do about that. And then there are other times. Times when you expel this freaking ridiculous amount of liquid from your eyes when experiencing some form happiness. Those times are different. Those times aren't so bad, I suppose. But, honestly, those times are often just as messy and just as confusing, I must say.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Rant and rant away in my head
They slit my arm until it bled
Blurry images stir and wake
Why does it all feel so fake?
Red ribbons stream across the sky
Memories of once known times collide
The smell and heat of burning wood
The flash of eyes under a hood
Quick and aimfully I walk with bare feet
The smell and taste of rotting meat
The crackling notes of the red fire
The voices of the crowd reach higher
Past the guards and up the stairs
On the back of my neck stand up the hairs
Run my hands along the wall of stone
My footsteps quiet, I'm all alone
The shiver down my spine runs deep
But in my shallow breath I keep
As I get closer to the source
The truth and reason of this discord
With bated breath I creep along
I faintly hear the notes of the song
The song of the ruler and the king
I know in my heart I cannot let him win
I've been through much to reach this place
Trials, battles, loss, blood, and heartache
And when I meet him I shall merely utter the quote
Quietly, before sending an arrow through his throat
But here I am now, beaten and worn
My forehead bleeding and my clothing torn
Held as prisoner in this dark cold cell
It is my epitome of a living hell
Finally decide to just lie on the floor
Curled up next to the crack in the door
From where I hear the quiet voices
Made up of whispers and of choices
How to escape this I place I do not know
I must escape before in sets the snow
But as my eyes close and my breath gently leaves
My heart becomes still, it no longer grieves
For though I've had troubles and tribulations
I have come to a greater realization
That although I could not fulfill this quest I took
It does not matter, for this is all merely a book.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
Hollow breath
Shallow heart
Shaking bones
I know my time has come
Take me now
In your arms so comforting
For after everyone has left me
You are always the one still waiting
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC