Uneasy Countries: P1Half Empty: Bloody BulgariansUneasy Countries: P15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arthur was taking a trip back to England in a Peugeot 807. If you shuddered just after reading that line, either you are French or you know your cars. You may want to know why Arthur is driving a Peugeot. In which he would reply, "Bloody if I know! All cars look the fucking same these days!" While he didn't know his cars, he knew he was driving a shitty one after five minutes of driving.
"This is shite." He told himself every time he attempted to make a turn on the highway. "I should've denied his offer, I can barely drive this bugger." Speaking of Francis, it doesn't matter what country you're from, slang words are weird. Take bugger, for example. It originated years back from the Catholic Church to describe what they thought of the East Orthodox Church. They used to call them buggers, translate, a Bulgarian homosexual.
In America, bugger basically translates to fuck.
So Arthur was fucking a gay French Bulgarian back to the UK.
Uneasy Countries: P2Half Full: Of Mounties and CosplayersUneasy Countries: P25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Sometimes confused for the same thing)
"So, where are we driving to?" Alfred gave a glance back at Arthur before gluing them back to the road.
"The closest airport there is." Arthur sighed, poking at the door handle. Yes, the thought of jumping out of a moving car had crossed his mind.
"Oh." He bit his lower lip. Honestly, Alfred was expecting that answer but it didn't stop him from being disappointed upon hearing it. "Where are you going to?" He gave a thumbs up to a Hummer passing by, Arthur crinkled his nose.
"Away from this entire dammed country." Alfred sighed, he was expecting that answer too.
"Hey, it's not all bad."
"Right." Arthur said with as much sarcasm as possible.
"Of course, it will never be as great as America!" He chuckled as Arthur gave another groan. "Look, the nearest airport is hours away." He lied without missing a beat. "How about we get a bite to eat?"
"Sure, why not."
"Alright!" Alfred decided to celebrate by turnin
FallingFailure after failureFalling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Of Angels, Demons, and LoveI.Of Angels, Demons, and Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hush, don't make a sound.
Let the wind play its lullaby,
for the moon to shine so bright,
and light the way for them
towards the safe haven they share.
Can't you hear them?
They're closeby, listen
to the silence that greets
their arrival tonight.
But maybe, and just maybe
if you listen very carefully,
you might hear their story
being whispered among the trees.
Of a love so legendary,
it could set Heaven ablaze,
of battles so fierce, no one
thought they might cease.
But the fates spoke, and
their hearts met in a single beat.
He was the king of Hell,
A creature of darkness and fear,
His life spent in bloodshed and battles,
never caring for a cry or a plea.
Bathing in a sea of blood and tears.
The king had no weakness to be told
She was a blazing angel of light,
So pure and tender, never knew what hate was like.
Fighting so the Lord's word could prevail,
always aiming towards the dying daylight.
Yet the wheel of time spun, and she fell astray
from the m
Nine LivesThe first time I died,Nine Lives2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was five years old.
My father, tired of my crying,
threw me against my bedroom wall.
I felt my breath leave my lungs as I fell to the floor.
I feared death then,
It's icy grip, around my throat.
Choking me, stopping the air.
My head pounding, begging for blood, begging for life.
My mother killed me next,
It was a car accident.
Not her fault, but the result was the same.
Flying thru the cabin, and into the glass.
Time stood still, and then I was gone.
When I was in High School, things took a turn for the worse.
I died on a dare, Drowning that time.
An auto accident, my friend driving drunk.
A jealous boyfriend. I can't remember them all.
They begin to fade after a time.
A few years ago, a motorcycle crash.
Some deer in the road, pain before all went black.
Suicide next, when my life was a mess.
It's surprising how easy it comes and it goes.
The fear that you felt when your young, no more.
The Buddah says, there is no past, and no future,
They do not exist. All t
Murder Me With ImageryPlease write me a poem.Murder Me With Imagery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please, won't you please?
Paint pictures with your words.
Make me fall to my knees.
Dot your I's like bullet wounds,
As my lifeblood leaks.
Cross your T's like switch blades,
Cut my throat with ease.
Stop my breath with your metaphors,
Make my heartbeat cease.
Let the concussion of your verse,
Make me rest in peace.
Steal my soul with each pen-stroke.
It shall be your masterpiece.
Escape From OzJust a simple girl,Escape From Oz3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who hates her life in Kansas,
waiting for a house to drop.
The yellow brick road
will take her away from this
in a pair of killer shoes.
Teddy bearBecause it's not allowedTeddy bear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a guy to hug a teddy bear,
they'd nailed it into his head
that it'd make him less of a man.
He simply hugs his pillow at night,
he holds it so tight it'd probably choke
while he welcomes its cold embrace.
He holds it against his chest,
and sometimes wraps it with his arms
as he stirs from side to side.
It's the secret only he knows,
for his pillow tonight
will be the love he had lost.
The BriarWill there ever be a time when my thoughts will go away and my heart will forgive my misdemeanors?The Briar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am frightened by my voice,
a stranger in an unforgiving
I speak to no one in particular, or maybe
to the demons who strike fear into my
very bones with their ability to
steal my hope and shatter my complacency.
if I have any complacency left.
I scream inside my head but my voice
trails off in a lonely whisper.
Discarding reason and grasping irrationality.
I shudder at the thought
that has kept me going for so long,
yet tears at me now, as if my heart is trapped in the briar.
She is Not ListeningDistorted and screaming,She is Not Listening4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my sanity falters.
My memories tearing lines
along the walls of my mind,
twisting and crashing,
contributing to their own suicide.
she is not listening anyways.
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,Dethroned1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
Merely WordsCome with me now,Merely Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you know you want to listen
to the words I breathe.
They intrigue you,
sometimes amuse you.
Behind the cloudy scene
of melancholy lullabies
and sad, lonely sighs,
my heart will refuse you.
You try and try again
to make sense of what
has been said, but it eludes
you, because it is you,
it is true,
not because it is senseless.
All the while you discard my words,
the action, however rude,
is honest at its core.
For my words are merely words,
Hansel and GretelWhat kind of motherHansel and Gretel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sends her children out
without their shoes or coats -
nothing but a trail of crumbs
to find their way back home?
They all find their way here.
Maybe it is the scent of holidays
freshly baked inside my kitchen
or the sight of spice drops
glistering in the rampant dusk.
The children like my house -
my rich ginger carpets
so easy to get lost in
and the pink pillows
puffed and glossy with promises.
They do not notice me watching,
how my fingers slip around their wrists
to measure their meager lives
or how I can smell when
they last ate their supper.
They only smile at me
and beg for more chocolate
in greedy little voices
and ask if they can see
what's baking in my oven now.
RisingShe was a little too quiet,Rising9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes a bit too shy.
Always knew she was different,
but feared the consequences that'd come.
She always tried to hide it,
desperately trying to fit in,
behind the girly clothes and makeup
there was another person dying to live
One day she had enough,
it was a brave step to take
HE realized he was different
and gladly embraced the change
He's still loved and cherished,
our dear handsome one is still the same
but he's stronger and brighter,
shining like a sun in the rain.
The fight might be bitter but he'll win,
because he's a warrior within.
Not the type to lose I tell ya,
He'll always have the last claim.
He's happy and it matters
no longer hiding the truth.
Our dearest loved one,
You're the man a lot wish to be.
Drip, Drop, DripDrip, drop, drip.Drip, Drop, Drip4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That sounds so close
Yet so far away.
Muffled but clear.
Drip, drop, drip.
Becoming clearer now;
What is causing that sound?
Drip, drop, drip.
A smell like rust is thick in the air
And the noise is painfully clear,
Pounding against my ears.
Drip, drop, drip.
Blood! It is blood,
Dripping from my fingertips
With a haunting beauty.
A dead body at my feet.
A cold knife in my hand.
What have I done?
Ghosts Who Once HauntedTwisting and turning,Ghosts Who Once Haunted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't try to see me
it is effortless
when my words
dodge your sight
so only I am kept company
the sleepless night.
It is of no matter to me though
the loneliness that is
Not even Mnemosyne wishes to come and cause further distress.
but then again it is torture
OrchestraFour a.m is uneasy -Orchestra1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
time purloined and left
hanging on the bed posts.
You said I crowd your sleep,
feet and hands slipping cotton,
pulling dreams in paper streams
like the nest of wasps
growing restless in the tree.
Your legs make room for me,
for the sound of weather
happening on the roof,
and warm the space above us,
setting fire to the drapes again.
Just let me feel your clavicle
press under my hips
where daylight squeezes in
and hinges us.
So we both can waken slowly,
you know, like kids in summer
who long for everything to never end
and the sky to be an orchestra
Still Beautiful to MeWhen people tease you for the way that you look,Still Beautiful to Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please know this isn't your war.
Close the book. Burn the pages.
Our soul is like a piece of paper,
Easily ripped to pieces,
Though beauty is hidden between pages,
You sit still contemplating how to please those you hate,
Will you become one of them, or will you be yourself?
You let your inner demons lead the way,
As you follow aimlessly, is there any point to life anymore?
Your whole world turns grey,
Your eyes go blank; will you make it through the night?
Your life is still worth the pain,
It gets better in the end.
I know because I've been through the same.
My feet have the scars to show.
You'll find what you've been looking for at the end of the road.
Don't pack your things and head home, not just yet.
Smile at your enemies, this is who we are, no, we can't change.
You're still beautiful to me.
PretendingYou can run and you can hidePretending4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But don't think you can do the same with your lies
There on the table, out for all to see
Truth has been illuminated not just to me
You can pull the wool over the eyes
Of those you say you don't despise
Too bad, you can't do the same with yourself
Do you hate yourself when you look into the mirror?
How can you like the monster that stares back?
You were a demon with the mask of an angel
And when the mask comes off we will all see
Just how hideous you must really be
My Own MistakeOh, please do not cry.My Own Mistake4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each tear that falls upon
these god-forsaken hands
floods the fragile lands
of my shameful heart.
I wish you would throw your
pain at me, instead of myself
waging war upon myself
and all in all I'm always
the disheartened victor.
I plead, oh please,
let us slip and slide,
let it fall apart and away,
and in the end the people
will look and they will say
"what a shame, what a shame, he killed himself
with his own mistake."
Glass WallI look at you, you look at me,Glass Wall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the way we used to be,
I call out your name, but you can't hear,
Even if you're standing there, you're far away from here.
I sit and stare,
I know is not my world anymore,
A glass wall separated our lives,
Built by broken promises and lies,
An impenetrable wall without a door.
How could we let this happened?
When we got this to an end?
But now my world is shattering,
With tears in my eyes,
I'm leaning on the wall,
Waiting for this world to fall.
The sky is coming down on me,
Sherds of sun are ripping off my skin,
From the pain soon I'll be set free.
You stare at me,
But your sight is empty,
I touch the glass wall, waiting to flee,
Or maybe just to drown in my own blood,
Destroyed by my expectations,
In the end that's all I've got.
I close my eyes,whispering "goodbye",
I don't hate you, I never really did,
I smile, even if now for me is time to die.
Bruise MeI pierce your skinBruise Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bruise it
I feed you
Only I can do it
As weak as flesh
As weak as love
As strong as fear
As strong as pain
I'll do it all
Whatever you need
If you will just
Stand up again
Coming BackYou're destined to come back,Coming Back2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in one of those rainy nights
when the bells ring,
and people rejoice
you'll be there
and cry your pain over my soul.
You seek a lap to hide
from the truth in everybody's eyes
and warm up in my embrace
but my heart is colder than snow
and I poured poison in your glass
My heart promised me,
you'll come back
and sing our song,
call me love, and
promise yourself to me.
Repeat your words of longing
for my laughter, my smile
and I only fear my soul will give
before your lullaby.
I'm still waiting, you know,
for that rainy night when
you knock on my door,
and i will ask you
why you ran away?
who you left me for?
Go back, follow your greed
to your toys of diamond and gold.
This heart is long gone,
along with its shattered soul,
but be careful don't drink that wine
I still poured poison in your glass.
The Devil in the Details"Your birth certificate is proof of guilt."--George CarlinThe Devil in the Details4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the day you were born
Someone adds up your debts
What you had to take
Who you displaced
Envy is a force
As strong as gravity
We hate the things
That make us the same
And resent the difference
That makes the space
Where the dark things grow
They enlarge the cracks
Like the gaps between planets
We've been apart for so long
We don't speak the same language