Hard TimesI see you’ve been weeping for some time nowHard Times1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re all torn out and cold
Even if all you see is darkness
You’re the bit of light that’s shining
And I know you don’t have control
But you can't just let go
Because if one day you do, you might lose yourself
Then I’ll be left alone, with no one to hold.
I'm Alone...I'm alone once again, not by choice.I'm Alone...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just that company eludes me.
I sit at my screen, typing away again--
with only a chilled drink for my friend.
I've stood alone in many crowded rooms,
never understanding the why or what for.
I only know that at the end of the night,
I return to a cold-and-lonely bed unmade.
They say I will heal and find happiness...
but how can they say that and not know me?
I long for what I cannot have, but why?
I guess that's because I'm human and alone.
I'm alone once again, not by choice.
I see the stain and feel the pain
that come with loneliness unescapable...
my own scarlet letter for my heartbreak.
Why?Seeing her body spread out underneath yours,Why?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your hands on her tiny waist,
your lips on her neck,
my heart breaks.
The tears flow like an unchecked dam
as you try to explain.
Don't you see?
I don't want your explanations or excuses
You rush out of the room after me,
boxers barely staying on your slender frame.
But I can't look at you.
I cannot look at those eyes,
begging me to stay.
But you catch up to me,
as you normally do,
and spin me around to face you.
not what either of us expected
My palm connects with your face.
Harder than I've ever slapped anyone
and once I start, it seems, I can't stop.
My hands beat your chest,
and I only ask why.
Mascara Black BirthdayMascara black tearsMascara Black Birthday1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drip onto white, melting frosting.
A single candle burns,
onto the untouched lump of sugar and flour.
But, in the end, what does it matter?
Her tears go unchecked
Where Did It Go?Where Did It Go?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through a half open window
the whole world can be seen.
A still frame of a timeless day
whose permanent shadows
can only be shifted
by the graceful arc
of Apollo's golden chariot.
Weeks pass in a blink,
months pass in a breath,
but the seasons arrive much slower,
flowing by so perfectly
that one cannot see the difference
in one moment compared to the next.
we can only say that time passes
Rid Myself of YouI wish I could scrub my skin clean.Rid Myself of You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wish I could rid my pores of your stink.
Rid my ears of your silver words.
But you're a drug.
I know now that what I gave,
should not have been yours.
My body was not yours to touch.
My soul, not yours to see.
I gave you a weapon.
I shouldn't have showed you vulnerability.
My words should not speak of you.
You're nothing but a savage dog
looking for tail.
Regretfully, I gave you what you asked for.
Remember, you said you loved me too.
Forget Me NotDon't forget me.Forget Me Not5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo
Prize: Fairytale-PxF OneshotOnce upon a time~</b>Prize: Fairytale-PxF Oneshot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I were to say that I believed in happy endings when I was a child, Id be lying. As a young girl, I never experienced love. All I ever experienced was approval and disappointment. You see, my mother died when I was only three years of age and that left me to grow up with my father. In my fathers eyes, I was a mistake. I was supposed to be his heir, his son. But I ended up being a female which left him with two daughters and no one to continue the family name. Therefore, my father saw it fit that I become a prodigy, someone who could bring honor to our name and continue his legacy.
When I was five, my father took in a boy by the name of Miles Edgeworth and began to train him to become a prosecuting attorney. He cared for Miles and treated kindly, just as he would a son. I grew angry with Miles and refused to accept him into our family. I constantly teased him and I would call him Little brother just to show that I was the
SummitSummit5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A snowy island
adrift on a sea of clouds.
The globe spins onward.
It's HardIt's HardIt's Hard5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's hard to say when or how
It's hard to realize the time is now
It's hard to bask in self-comprehension
It's hard to understand such cruel intention
It's hard to tell what's going on
It's hard to know when they're gone
It's hard to fight a cunning foe
It's hard not to get lost, the undertow
It's hard to kill a man's honor
It's hard to hear "He's a goner"
It's hard to murder for your home
It's hard to make things seem monochrome
It's hard to be a man apart
It's hard to say goodbye to your counterpart
It's hard to pray day and night
It's hard to witness the gunfire ignite
It's hard to be in the army
It's hard to know Landry and Clarmy
It's hard to fight in a war
It's hard to know that Bush keeps score
It's not hard to say "Good job"
It's not hard to pray and sob
It's not hard to aid and support
It's not hard to defend and retort
It's not hard, give them hope please
It's not hard, we function past the knees
Akuroku Vanilla TwilightAkuroku one-shot: Vanilla Twilight and Fireflies.Akuroku Vanilla Twilight5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey Roxas?" Axel whispered in my ear.
"Yeah?" I whispered back. We were lying outside on a thin blanket, Axel's back against an enormous oak tree, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me against him. It was dusk, twilight fading into complete nighttime.
"What are we?"
"I Don't know What do you want us to be?" I asked slowly.
"I I want us to be more than we are now more than best friends, if that sounds okay with you " he whispered.
"It sounds wonderful to me, Axel," I said lowly. I looked up to see a huge smile on his face, his arms automatically tightening around my waist.
"Look at the sky, Roxas," he whispered, wonder and awe filling his deep voice to the brim. I looked away and found the sky to have the last traces of pink and purple hinted in the few fluffy clouds left in the sky. Fireflies were starting to come out and one landed on the finger I stuck out for it to land on.
"Axel! Look! One
We Can Fly From HereWe Can Fly From Here5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up in the sky,
The birds fly,
The songbird sings in foreign ancient tongue,
The sky moving,
The clouds perk,
The bird flies away.
The sun calls our name,
We chase the light,
We cross the bridge that connects us,
Breaking the barrier that divided us.
We climb our favourite apple tree,
To kiss the sun,
The wind touching us,
Gentle wind singing,
The rain dousing us in love.
Our mind, body and soul are free,
We run towards freedom,
We can fly from here
Do not pity meI do not need your pity.Do not pity me5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Just because I cannot have what you are receiving, does not make me a lesser person. It only means that my life is taking different turns to yours. Everyone is different and makes different decisions. Just because my choices are different to yours does not mean that you have the right to look down on me.
You may think that my choices have made me bitter. Maybe they have. Time will tell if you are right.
But do not pity me my choices. They are MY choices and mine alone.
Earth Mother EarthEarth Mother Earth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mihalis awoke in the morning,
The morning dew kissed the flower as it bloomed,
The young Elf plays his Harp
As his ears were sharp,
He heard the march
The Earth gives us life,
The water sings to us,
Takes us to lands afar,
The wind guides us,
The sun controls us,
The God of Light smiles upon us
Waiting for us to taste the fruit of the Suntree
Earth Mother Earth,
Save our children,
Save our voice,
Save our land
Earth Mother Earth,
Save us from man
Piano keys -bg-Един портрет ме гледа от стената,Piano keys -bg-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Едно момиче с непокорна грива
Със океан от блянове в главата
С надежда във усмивката игрива.
Това дете сълза не бе проляло
И искрено оби
The Time has ComeThe Time has Come4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the time, when we step
our feet on idle soils and by our power
make the flowers grow.
This is the time, when we raise
our hands to the sky, and
paint it with colorful lights, and beautiful clouds.
This is the time, when we till the earth and
ourselves, and create change.
[to turn the dust into towering pillars,
and to turn nothingness into something-ness]
This is the time that we're all been waiting for.
Friends Stick TogetherFriends Stick Together4 years ago in Humor More Like This
The crouching was killing his leg, but House sweated it out with the mental promise of a few extra vicodin when he finished. He leaned against the desk, carefully trying to keep his head low and out of view, and counted the grains in the wood to keep his mind off the stabbing sensations. Breaking into a string of curses would give the game away.
A huffing sigh, and the sound of the door closing, but House stayed put. He didn't trust Cuddy not to try the old 'pretend to leave but stay in the room' trick. The sound of her high heels clicking down the hallway was a nice touch, but still he kept to his spot. So help him he would outsmart her in this game of wits if he had to stay down all day, because the alternative was actually seeing his patient, the whiny over bloated hypochondriac tennis player who actually had something wrong with him for once and was now gloating-
His knee trembled and gave out, sending him keeling over with a groan. Rubbing the muscle to ease some of the frantic te
crystallophonethere is a punchcard sincrystallophone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a queen of spades smoldering in an alley.
you hear how the gears churn,
singing faster than we did before
back when black magic dropped like a
pair of socks from the sky with supplies
taped to a note that said
(oh, look at you now)
such a beautiful brain:
runs on gasoline?
have a gallon
or we can call it a balloon,
and a new pair of glasses
for your tapered eyes
(you peel the bark back on the logs,
but you're not sure what you see),
and life says,
either nail jello to a tree,
or keep your
icicles hanging from the eaves,
caterpillars frolicking in the ashes,
your 'Sam, I still don't have your number,'
and your totaled passion:
someone to hang inside out with,
string you up like a steak with.
what the hunger
is trying to tell me
my brain churns like butter,
my insides aflare, my chakras combusting,
A Dust of SnowSnow was the great purification. All of the dark places of the land dotted with coated trees were blanketed by mother snows cold hand. The earth was softer in winter, in white. It was sleeping soundly beneath the coverlets where only wolves, rabbits and deer went tuttering by leaving their trails and magic.A Dust of Snow2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl’s cheeks had long turned chill-burnt red, polished and bright as two crisp autumn apples. They burned in the pale of her skin in the moonlight. In some other time, her lips as red as hearts and her hair as dark as raven’s wings might have stirred a poem. But the eerie mingling of fear and desire glass coating her brown eyes made her seem a mad, mad straw creature than a beauty.
The snow was deep and it bit to the knee, sometimes keeping her stuck in place. Frostbite tingled, a small sting at first and now a sharp bite in her feet; fingers. Her mittens had been swiped by a lashing pine, a boot kept by unforgiving drift. Her dress cold and wet.
summer homei've rearranged the rooms of my chestsummer home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make room for you.
i won't say it didn't hurt
to make myself your Adam;
until you found a comfortable perch.
there, beneath my unguarded breast,
you construct your nest of
every lovely thing you've come to love
(while the rest of me flaps wildly
like moth wings against the cold walls
of my exposed heart).
i should've known you'd leave
when winter froze me.
don't apologize [for the ache].
you kept the beautiful bits of me
(while they died).
FACE CRACK SERIOUS RPFACE Fic Serious!Crack RP o.oFACE CRACK SERIOUS RP4 years ago in Drama More Like This
France Part 1: Miles
France Part 2: Robin Gurl
Britain: Robin Gurl
Canada: Robin Gurl
This is what happens when two hurt/comfort fans get together and role play. Crap happens, man, crap happens. O.o We're both slightly proud of this but, lmao, wanted to know what everyone else thought. French is of course spoken but then so is a Inuit Language called Cheyenne, it's what Eskimo's speak. We figured since they both grew up with Eskimo's that they'd know the language. I'd say go translate if for yourself but we had a hard time. T_T I tried to go back and re-translate but they are missing a lot of normal words. xD So just input any phrases you want in there that you think will work. :3 And of course no insults to the Eskimos!
America: *looks up sleepily and takes glasses off rubbing them on shirt* Hey England!
Britain: Hello there
America: how's it going?
Britain: Pretty good. How far are you with the paper? Did my explanation help?