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Vic May 2019
A picture paints a thousand words,
A novel tells a hundred stories.
A poem shares a million thoughts,
But what do we?
A poem every day.
Sav Apr 2019
I can’t believe this will be my last night
in the room I grew up in.

The room I cried in and laughed in.
The mattress on which I vomited, and masturbated, and had *** for the first time.

The window where I smoked **** against my parents wishes,

and the room that I drank myself silly in.

The room I fell in love in,

and was brutally heartbroken in.

This is my last night here.
Jenna Apr 2019
Reading lustrous chapters
Softly kissing the words
Pages embracing with numbers
That steadily increase
As these eyes age
With a definable yearning
Wondering when a novella
Will begin writing a chapter
About a 'you' and 'me'
Marthea Flores Mar 2019
Our story isn't a poem,
nor a novel to be written.
We can not rewrite the chapters,
we can not rewrite our story.
Only if I could,
I'd write a happy ending.
Chapter 1

Horrified from what I’d just witnessed, I gave no resistance as the two vampires pulled me out of the office and through the warehouse. I didn’t think about what may happening to Doris, or even wonder if he was still alive.
The shocking of witnessing my best friend get his heart ripped out of his chest before becoming a pile of ashes was all I could see. Sure, he’d been a spineless coward, one who’d given me up to save his own skin. It had been a real blow. But, even with all of that, it certainly didn’t warrant such a gruesome death.
And then seeing Victoria satisfied grin as he began to devour Alex’s heart.....the man was truly evil.
“ Did you notice the look on that freak’s face when Victoria stuck him with that knife?” said the vampire to my off. “ He almost looked relieved.
“ Of course he did. He sold you out Black here, “ said the other one. He leaned closer to me. “ Bet you wanted to kick his *** when you found out what he did, huh?”
I gritted my teeth. I wanted to kick his *** for calling me Black. The problem with that, I’m not Black. I’m Carmel. There’s a different. I didn’t see that coming, though. I must say so myself.”
Tears spilled from my eyes as we stopped at the door leading out into the parking lot. “ Entertaining, huh? Wait until he does the same to you,” I mumbled. “ Will you laugh like a couple of chuckleheads then? Imagine that’s.
“ Yes, said the other one, as he opened the door. “ And if I were you,” he pulled me through the doorway and into the darkness roughly, “ I’d learn to keep your mouth shut.”
“Employees?” I sneered,
snaking my arm from his grasp. “ Is that what you’ve made yourselves believe?
Alex, warned the tall
vampire, moving between us. “ Our order were to bring her back with us, unharmed.”

“ You’d better follow orders.
Mustn’t **** Victor off, Alex, “ I
goaded, not caring if they hit me or not. I hated them almost as much as I hated him. The hunters were his instruments and part of what made so powerful. Without their support, he’d be just another arrogant vampire with a God complex.
frightened of Victoria that even now, you watch for him out of the corner of your eyes.
Ignore her, “ said Thomas.
She’s trying to goad you.”
I saw a shadow drop behind her by the window. Recognizing Doris, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
Alex, who caught my reaction, turned around to look behind them and was immediately stabbed in the head. He dropped to the ground and became a pile of ash.
“ Get out of here!” ordered
Doris, as the other vampire rushed him.
Thomas grabbed Doris by the neck and raised him in the air. “ You..... “ he growled, glaring at him.
This my second book part 2
Poetic T Mar 2019
I was never really
         a book to read.

Most people understood
                me in a sentence.

The rest of me, was just doodles.
                And if you got to the next
                                                     page,
you didn't really know me at all.
Shhh, don't tell anyone.
But,I'm not really here.
These aren't my words no, no.
Everything is a total no-show.

I'm only what I seem,
when I am not seen.
A shadow in the darkness,
in days of dis-ease.

Shhh, you're not you.
You never really were.
These words are not for you.
Just born from the void you grew.
Watcher Feb 2019
The moon is my only companion among the nights, my two swords are always available to retaliate, but from this path I seek to move away. My oath is to protect justice against everything I dare to confront, even if for this my life I should sacrifice. As much as I seek peace, war always finds me and drags me back to hell. The cherry blossoms fall and stain the floor pink, and with my sword I pinch with vivid red that I draw from my enemies. But where will this come from? I just want to live in peace, but the sword is and always has been the fate of a Samurai.
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