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The Black Widow
The Black WidowShe smiles,
Lovelorn DeathHe who loves must bear the pain
I’m Still Here
I'm Still HereEven after everything, I realize that
Time and Tide
Time and Tidewhat good is a day, with no hasty breeze?
The StretcherToday a boy sees a green-eyed girl for the first time
ChangeYears like centuries,Change by akos2
Zoom by silently and dissolve in the mist,
I stand at the crossroads watching, pondering.....
Alone on the Mountain"You said you'd always be there for me!"Alone on the Mountain by DeviantJewGirl96
I'm shouting to the wind, shouting to the past.
It's not like I'm expecting an answer.
I don't cry, not even now, after the betrayal, after the damage has been done.
I don't cry.
I stand on the top of this mountain, shouting to the world,
shouting for someone or something to give me the justice I deserve and the hope that I need.
"Please, I'm lost! Please?"
I'm whispering now.
I fall to my knees, head bowed low, hands clenched tightly into fists,
resting on my lap.
"Please. I need something to hold onto."
The wind rushes by me, oblivious, tugging at my body as though it wants to take me with it.
The wind whispers to me, telling me of all that it has seen;
"What does one girl matter in the long run of things? What is one broken heart in this world?"
I move my lips in silence "Please," I mouth.
But the wind doesn't answer. I feel so alone, deserted, betrayed, but the wind doesn't care.
This mountain will stand whether I fall or not.
Lonely.The wind is trapping me in this placeLonely. by Redneberif
It's blowing so hard that I can't get away
There is nothing left for me in this empty room
And yet it makes me stay
This place didn't used to be empty
It didn't used to be a cell
This room wasn't meant to be a dungeon
This place wasn't meant to be hell
Nothing in here flourishes
Nothing in here thrives
Nothing in here brightly blooms
Nothing in this room survives
I feel it's weight oppressing me
I feel it's great divide
I feel it's coldness squeezing me
Like a claustrophobic child
This room can whisper without being heard
By any from the outside world
It whispers and coons only to those inside
To those it traps it murmurs and lies
The lies, the lies!
They wrap around me
Like a silver silk gown
They entrap me
They pull me and push me
They scream and they cry
They teach me and turn me
They consume my mind
I will tell them to go
I will yell for them to flee
I will beg them to disappear
But they refuse to leave me
No matter how hard I try
Not to believ
One Dream.delusive promises inOne Dream. by LikeDustIllRise
the songs of Sirens
mystical patterns of
violet and blue
One Dream granted and
she'll reclaim her world
anemic eyes blur visions of light
as the last flickers of Hope
My Revelation (Poem)My Revelation (Poem) by Tigueron
I could have sworn that you and I were meant to be
The hardest truth was shown to eyes that refused to see
My peace was gone, a broken heart and tears that never ceased
This is all that I was, all that was left of me
The countdown to my self destruction had been initiated
Piece by piece I broke apart as I became more devastated
If only from the Lord I had not deviated
This series of catastrophic events could have been evaded
Lesson learned and I've now organized my priorities
Jesus has risen to the top and no longer a minority
Love and forgiveness was His gift to me
I can now walk peacefully as one of the redeemed
The nightmares no longer haunt nor steal my peace
Hope and faith is now the air I breath
God's word is the food that I seek
For when I follow God first,
all else will be added on and given unto me
Mark 4:12 (NKJV)
so that Seeing they may see and not perceive, And hearing they may hear and not understand; Lest they should turn, And their sins be forgiven them.
A Gray-scale RomanceDo you remember when we began?A Gray-scale Romance by Loveislightblue
It felt so right(maybe White 235?).
from our fingertips.
with distorted chromatography.
We were never quite in the middle,
always a couple shades off.
into paint thinner.
Watching skin peel away,
from rusted skeletons.
I think I remember our end,
deviating from what was "right"(Black 16?).
Tasting the grey scale
with sandpaper tongues,
dry as skin in late-November,
devouring our Autumn days.
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia by HoldTheNoise
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
FamilyI’m waiting at the gatesFamily by XxPinkSparklesxX
As everything fades
On this rainy day
I keep trying to keep my head held high
The feeling within me won’t go away
Wondering if you will show up
Pretending things are okay
I put on a big grin
But the disappointment returns as the night turns grey like now
I tried to yell out to you
Fighting the tears so you wouldn’t see my pain
But, it is vain
Because they escape my eyes
And I scream out as I cry
Did you see me waiting by the train all alone?
I spend everyday waiting for you
Without an umbrella so the world will hide my cry
I begged you to come back to me
I’m waiting for some crazy fantasy
To become a reality
This is not what is best for me
I need you here beside me
Weren’t we supposed to be family?
As I walk towards my fears
I look forward; wondering if you will be their
But, you never appear
Disappointment hits me
Abandonment is felt within me
You just left me to fend for myself
I’m tired of trying to be strong without you h
Texting TextingTexting by DrMario08
'You have a new message'
My phone screen is lit
"I'm bored, wanna talk?"
"I guess i can for a bit"
Before i knew it
our conversation lasted for hours
What marked the end
was our phones running out of power
It felt like time
had a mind of its own
Going by fast
and adding to the bill of the phone
To Drink!Thou eternal drop of paradise!To Drink! by Zark123
Thy wick of love in snowy eyes
Has lit the coals of restless time,
Again alit the poet's rhyme
Which grows amidst the winter tide
Lest all asleep with morning's bride,
And yet the quill shall never die
And passion's juice will never dry,
For man was made for mellow pleasure
To drink to Bacchus and his treasure.
Thou joyous trickle of delight!
Lurid friend of the sparkling night,
Thy gleam befriends foregoing scars
And echoes aglow the distant stars,
As longing lips assail the tears
Of Aegir's sweetened blend in years
And parched the throat undone by speech
Will breach the reason bound by reach,
And then the warm vaporous rays
And mankind through her Maker's gaze.
Thou fountain of unravished grace!
A flagon lent Beauty a face,
And art will dwell forever more
Where genteel meets the jagged shore,
Frolics adrift the fluent brew
Every violet Baudelaire grew,
And nestles along the golden bay
The voice of a lost Hemingway.
What joy, what bliss, what cheer, what
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Not a Love PoemI love things you doNot a Love Poem by CATSAREGREAT
Things you say
How that smile can
Take my breath away
But I don't love you
Not in that way
I need to tell you
So that you'll stay
I need to tell you
It's not like that
So you'll know
And that'll be that
But you don't listen
This is my choice
And my promise kept
I said no once
You didn't know
You gave it time
Hoping it'd grow
Sadness I saw
On your beautiful face
From my memory
Is never erased
I'm sorry I hurt you
I can say it again
But I cannot undo
What I did back then
Chained Blades Part 1: My Lord...The hush fell over the crowd when a person in a hooded cloak walked up to the king. The crowd stared at the figure in awe and fear.Chained Blades Part 1: My Lord... by zelink4everandever
"You called my lord?" says the figure as they bowed.
"Yes, I did. I need you to bring someone to me." He said in a loud voice, so the crowd could hear.
"Who my lord? Will they come easily or will they provide some amusement?" The figure said the last part with a smirk.
"They will provide slight amusement, but they will cave quickly." said the king.
A slightly annoyed look came upon the figure's face, not liking the fact that she wasn't going to get a lot of fun out of this mission.
"Who is it my lord?" She said calmly, though clenching her teeth.
"A person you know very well I believe " The king said slowly, holding the suspense. "Derik."
No one was able to see the look of pure hatred on the figure's face as she stared at her master underneath the hood.
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