The massacre they fell without permission,The massacre8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
their final journey was not their say.
Their gruesome end was without compassion,
and no one should die that way.
Some go to school to learn and listen,
but some just don't listen to the words.
They feel self pity and oppression,
they live by rules of the absurd.
A ticking bomb always inside their minds,
Indeniablement StupideIndeniablement Stupide10 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
You'd be surprised to hear
where I am right now. I'm
a little surprised myself to be
here. I'm bleeding on this
paper. 3-hole punchers
are dangerous. Oh, wide eyes.
How do I know? I can see
your reaction. You forget
how well I know you. Do
you remember how you
kissed me back when
things were perfect? I do.
I can still taste them. How
often I'd press my lips
on paper to get your black
lipstick off and hang my
little imprints on the wall.
My mom always asked who
I'd kissed, and if I was
a lesbian. I'd just sigh
and roll over, mumbling
something about being too
tired to talk. And she'd
give a twin sigh and
slam my door. I know she
always hoped I'd follow
her out and apologize. But
my pride is phlegm
I have to spit out
because it's too big and disgusting to swallow.
But we kissed; oh! the
kisses. How lovely they
were. So casual, like hugs,
something that we never
expected to get stared at
for. I loved the taste of
Tootsie Pops that was always
on your lips. You shared
those suckers with me
Shoe PolishMy saddle shoes click together in perfect symmetry, like a photograph waiting to be taken of a little Catholic school girl in a big, bright place. The linoleum blinds me.Shoe Polish8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"It's tragic," My voice strikes me as cold and curt, like an ice cube stuck to my tongue, "how utterly disenchanted I am with you."
I say this with my eyes on my feet with their flawless geometry. My downcast gaze has nothing to do with fear or meekness. My eyes are just bored with looking at you.
I've been longing to do only that for months. I just wanted to look at you, because your beauty radiates like supernovas - destructive and brilliant and inevitable.
But, now that I'm standing in front of you, my eyes dislike you. But, so does the rest of me.
"What do you mean?" It would be adorable how confused you sound if your tongue knew something other than fallacies and confectioner's sugar.
I don't answer, tilting my head a little to the side to admire the way your black-and-white shoes match my black-and-white shoes.
DeafenDeafen11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blind the two way glass
Deafen the music
Shut your eyes close tight
Hope the letting lasts
Take the foil, unwrap it so
Consume the sky you withold
Attach the dog to its leash
Lock the jail cell
Do you hate me yet?
Or do the knives stop in mid-air?
Aimed toward my blind
Let the cutains fall
Show your costume off
Dance the dance of naive tales
Wish it all away
Or rip it to pieces
Follow the path once circled
I will be the radius.
I'M.FAKEI'M.FAKE11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You walk all over me,
Calling me names.
Who are You to judge me,
When You are the same.
how to make a Nny costumeI cosplayed as Nny, all you need to do is buy black shirt white shirt and eyleiner and stuffhow to make a Nny costume8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. cut off sleaves of short sleaved black shirt and paint [Z?] on it with white fabric paint
2. paint black stripes on the white shirt sleaves with black fabric paint
3.wear white shirt under black shirt
4. wear black pants (DUH)
5. put silver ducttape or spray paint on the tips of you boots (unless you have all silver leather boots like mine)
6. apply thick eyeliner, draw scar like line on right eye, apply hair gel in hair to make it all wacky
7. buy a fake machete or fake weapon of some sort (cuz real ones are scary and dangerous)
8. get yourself a fake bunny! like mine is a skelianimal! I name him N.B.
9. get into charater
10. run arround like a maniac outside scaring little kids
GREAT FOR COMIC CONS, HALLOWEEN, ANIME CONVENTIONS AND JUST BEING PLAIN AWSOME!
Mona Lisa"Are you in love with her?"Mona Lisa8 years ago in Teen More Like This
The question came quietly on the soft crash of dusk into the cul de sac, on the gently-rising smoke curling from the ends of our cigarettes, on the glint of setting sun off the burgundy car on which we sat cross-legged. His head was bent, eyes hidden in the shadow of a brim hat, his soft mouth a bracing frown.
I watched his thin wrist flick lightly, long fingers tapping ashes onto the pavement. I didn't have to think about my answer. "Yes."
He flinched, as if I had just screamed the word into his ear as a curse or a condemnation. His eyes found my face, blue in all the ways I liked and all the ways I didn't. "Then what are we even doing here?"
It was now my turn to flinch, but I stopped it before the impulse escaped my brain. With a slow breath, I pressed my cigarette between my lips, looking directly into the sun until my eyes started to melt, and salene slipped lightly from one of them. I let it remain cool on my cheek in the autumn breeze, turning to smil
ColumbusThere is a photo of you and me on a tour bus in Washington, D.C.Columbus8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My head is on your shoulder, and
your cheek is pressed against my hair, we smile as we sleep,
our hands entwined between us like they are glued together with our tears and
sweat and saliva and blood - everything we've shared, everything we
touched each other with.
Back then, for me, every day was Columbus Day.
I liked your smiles, but I always preferred the moments between
them, when your blue (oh! were they blue!) eyes were cast at the
floor. Was that you being timid? You being sad? Thoughtful? I never
thought to ask. I was so selfish. You were so beautiful.
I loved you hovering over me, chest heaving as you tried to breathe
and kiss me at the same time. I tried to get closer to you, and
we would tangle in the sheets around us, losing track of everything
because our bodies pressed together were the only things that
mattered, until our parents realized we had been alone together too
long, and we tore apart in a
May DayPerfect skin frames the luxurious hole that has formed itself flamingMay Day8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a child's forehead. Surprise decorates a young face that will
never move again. Hello. Hello, pistol. Hello, lifedeathendbeginning
How did we happen so quickly and stop and what can we
Silence is the key to beautiful things and bombs are
dripping like rain from the gutters that are fighter planes
and dark skin makes you an enemy. Cover your face and PRAY
because you're a sinner and we'resalvationfora
Stop signs are cracked octagons of blood red fluorescence
and little girls on scooters reflect themselves along the street
in a sad attempt to stay alive but why do we bother
Endings are not unusual and a crisp flag that has never
seen battle offers itself as a blanket for a mahogany chest of
treasures not realized before they were lost, buried forever loving
beneath fresh soil and a cool tombstone and we're uncaring about
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I.THINK.I.LOVE.YOUI.THINK.I.LOVE.YOU11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn't think i needed You,
I didn't think i cared,
But once i walked away,
I realized i was scared.
Scared to let You see me cry,
Scared to let myself go,
Scared because i actually needed someone.
Someone who i could let see me cry.
Some one that was there.
And You were.
Even when we weren't together,
Even when i wasn't there You cared.
You lifted me up and helped me through.
Through my fears.
Through my tears.
And stuck with me all along.
So now i'm not afraid any more,
Not to let go,
Not to be all the things You were to me,
So what i'm really trying to say,
Is i love You.
Through Thick And ThinThrough Thick And Thin11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Through Thick and Thin"
I'll wipe the tears from your face when your sad.
I want to be the one who makes you laugh.
Every morning, when you wake up.
You are my angel in this dream of love.
Through the thick and the thin.
I'll get to you somehow.
Through these narrow passages and dead ends.
I will reach you somehow.
No matter what.
No matter how.
No matter what comes.
I'll get to you.
I'll send you a letter of the obvious.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home for us.
And you fix, your hair, to the perfect way you want.
You don't, have to, impress me now.
This lonely road leads me, to the heaven where you'll be.
You are my angel, and you watch over me.
And where you are, is where I wanna be.
And where you are, is where I wanna be.
Beginning to EndLife isBeginning to End6 years ago in Open More Like This
The sum of all our shortcomings,
The story of all our transgressions,
And the weathering of all our miseries,
Our life is
An ink-stain upon a page,
A pebble amongst a pile,
Yet still epic in the beauty of its tragedy,
The time spent surviving
Love, loss, loneliness,
Benediction, bigotry, belittlement,
And the slow and steady process of dying,
Our lives are
Inconsequential, as glorious as they are,
As gorgeous and complex and unsung as they are,
Our lives are only
Beginning to end.
StarmakerStarmaker7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I reread all of the love (hate) letters you
wrote me and wonder how I could have been so
stupid as to lose you.
Three years, eight months, and fourteen days ago, you wrote
a jumble of capitalized words, ignoring grammar, rhyming
anger - and you addressed it to me. I never knew.
And, I'm starting to wonder: Did I rip your heart out of your
chest that day? Did I kill you a little every time I said "I
love you" afterwards?
Was I so blind that I ruined the only good thing I
ever had, and the only thing worth holding onto?
It was almost half a year before we spoke again like
we were supposed to, HALF A YEAR wasted because
I'm a fool who didn't realize you're the only person
I've ever wanted to love forever.
You make the stars that decorate my skies. Everything
you touch glitters, and I want to glitter too, but your
smile is the only light allowed to reach me. If all
my stars go out, does that mean you don't love me
I've never regretted anything the way I regret
letting go of your h
TakumiSpeak softly.Takumi8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's not a command, I promise. It's an expectation, something I look
for hopefully when I am near you. You always speak so softly, like
you don't want anyone to hear your words.
But, we always hear. You are one of those people we can't help but
listen to. Every word you say is some kind of promise, and no matter
how often you break them, I always believe your oaths.
I can't look you in the eye. It always makes me feel vulnerable. I am
naked beneath your gaze, and I feel like you know everything. If I have
any secrets, they are no longer secret from you.
And, even if you never notice, there will always be this girl who will do
anything to follow you; anything to smile at you in adoration; anything
for your eyes to flit across her, despite the fact that you will never see her.
If you brush past me, will you feel our fingers lightly meeting? If
I gently say your name, will you turn to look at me? If I take your
face between my hands and kiss you like a butterfly, will the
SkinSkin8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Bare feet pad across the floor, toes curving as the arch shapes itself, porcelain and elegant and lovely. Pale skin stretches over protruding anklebones, and the muscles in those shins shift visibly beneath her flesh as she stalks toward me, like a cat; disdainful, beautiful, perfect.
I wonder if I have been dreaming this.
The legs stop beside my head, and her pretty, knobby knees touch the carpet. Spindly fingers are brushing my hair back from my forehead, as if shooing a mosquito, and they linger across my skin, cool and comforting. Her eyes burn wherever they meet my face.
I break the silence like a hammer to glass, asking her purpose.
Her smile is gentle as her red, red lips brush my cheekbone, and her voice, so husky and feminine, whispers as she crawls beneath the blankets beside me: "I was just making sure I'm really not alone."
Mes EtoilesYour names are written together in the stars, I hear. Is that so? IMes Etoiles9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
think one of you would beg to differ. But okay. Your off-key
voice is singing aggravatingly against my ear and a microphone
makes acquaintance with the side of your head. Oh, the irony of using your
own weapon against you, and I toss an album on your chest,
hoping you're still seeing those stars. Bleached hair, and a level
of hatred that bleaches my sight. Your glasses crack beneath the heels
you thought looked so good hugging my little feet, and your guitar is
slung across my shoulder so you can never try to use it against me
again. The stars, baby, have always been on my side and that's not
going to change just because you have your own whims and wishes.
Unfortunately, fake accents and a gentle purr of feigned "I love you"
aren't going to fix you this time because I don't leave jobs
half-finished - and you're broken for good.
I've never needed you and I'm sorry to say that as much power as
you'd like to have had over
I've Got This Much For YouI've got a gun in my hand and a hand to my headI've Got This Much For You10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as I think of the day, the minute my mind turns red
I've got a hand to my head, a head in my hands
thinking about the moment I ruined my plans
I've got chills on my back, a back to the wall
thinking of the blow that will make me fall
I've got a mind on the minutes, the minutes of the clock
thinking if I should stay or maybe just take a walk
I've got a letter from me, from me written to you
explaining the things that you thought you onces knew
because now I've got this, this bullet in my head
and my letter on the table, waiting to be read.
love with the receiptCut me gently with your lovelove with the receipt11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watch my song seep out onto the cold floor
Cover me with my life that continues to poor,
Love was my disease
Lock me up and throw away the key,
Mommy told me to go away
Daddy said it will be okay,
We hang our future in the nearest tree
Life for the unwilling is never meant to be,
When I know that I am the solitude
You are the one who carries me through,
Sold my vanity to the sinner
Cried my last tear with the beginner,
Cut me gently with your love
Swallow me whole with raw blood,
Travel through your veins
Let me become a part of you that never fades.