miles of miseryIntolerable cruelty of a psycho designmiles of misery6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how can these ideas possibly be mine
raining on your parade
tired of the same-old-fucking-charade
lock the stock and fill the barrel
close your eyes it must be terrible
sing with me and you will see
what a wonderful time it will be
watch the smile burn on my face
like a cold case
a mystery to all
whose only joy is to watch it fall
don't answer my call
it's a tall order to fill
I can and I will
burn the world
put it out with booze
and make you choose
like me you'll lose everything
you never had
so fucking sad
but like a fad
you'll cause mass hysteria
wondering why nobody'll share with ya
AnorexiaAnorexia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All this food, the hunger that defeats
Alas, the scale! We finally meet.
Weighing a whopping two hundred and thirty,
Looking at my body I feel so dirty.
So I'm trying something new to help me lose weight
I often pass out, but lost one hundred sixty-eight.
"Anorexia," that's what they all it
They claim it's dangerous and causes trouble--
But look at me; I've lost more than double!
It's kicking in, I'm feeling those regrets
Starving and passing out is what I get.
I can see past my skin, straight to my bones
So limp, so weak; I feel so alone.
Take my word of advice, don't starve yourself;
If you want to lose weight, find some other help.
nonsense from the devils lairMysterious memoirs of ancient daysnonsense from the devils lair5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
reciprocating thoughts of ancient ways
reflecting my congestion in yesterday
It's time to play so get out the way
drinks are calling
my mind is drawing
its own bombing
tie my shoes
forget the ruse
plumb the noose
pop the booze
everything happens for a reason
even when its magical treason
lasting through the endless eons
life is void without the peons
what about the flowers
well what about the towers
I seen her and I wanted her
soft and warm like pigeon fur
my mind is bombing
the floor is calling
please make sense
of my incomplete sprawlings
Beasts of BurdenI rack my brain for thoughts insaneBeasts of Burden6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tame the beasts that scream my name
gasping for air I feel their stare
down my soul, my inner hole
drooling on my bones
like acid on stone they eat me away
till there's nothing to say except go away
till I know my attackers reason
why they call me a heathen
what crime was I sentenced
for surely my penitence
will pay for relief
I'm down on my knees
just please leave
please just leave
Lady LuckIncredibly selfish this portrait of affection contributing to my idea of self reflection. Holy shit I can't write shit so live with it the crazy clock said, would you rather be dead or mahbe lose your head. Oh shit, your head, it said your dead but mahBE JUST MAHBE your meditating. Yea just chilling, contemplating again, filling instead the space with said rhymes and lines to the beat of chimes, blowing in the wind I find the lines, I write about my time spent churning, earning my dimes, discerning where this space comes from between the lines cause this time I won't be mislead. This time I don't know whats been said. I just know in bed I toss and turn. I burn with dread from nothing dressed in red. An invisible force expecting me to dread its return night after night, but I can't, in spite of my characteristic human dance, I can't give in to my nightmares trance. Mired in muck conspiring to fuck I was born with no goddamn luck. Fortunately my soul is torn in two so lady luck smiled onLady Luck5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
DeleriumThe wheel's a spinnin' but the mouse is deadDelerium6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They all point and laugh saying something's wrong with my head
They all say you left me, but I still see you by my side
I'm gonna have this toast with you even though they say it's cyanide
They call me delirious
But I am serious
You said you would always be there for me
They say I'm delirious
But I wont ever fuss
I am love sick for you and I'm losing my mind
Life is beautiful, even in this delirium
The eroded road has yet to bring equilibrium
Until I can go no further, I'll walk this path
Until the pain heals, I'll bathe in this bloody bath
They call me delirious
But I am serious
You said you would always be there for me
They say I'm delirious
But I wont ever fuss
I am love sick for you and I'm losing my mind
[Rap::start slow, then fast, slow down on line holding note on disobey]
The pain I feel is oh so cold
You left searching for impure gold
The emotional coaster broke down my walls
I've walked this desert
ItM - Simon - 76Connecting with a Glimpse of HopeItM - Simon - 766 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe life was supposed to confuse you some days. There were times when the curveball would come and hit me, and Id have to work hard to regain my balance.
I preferred the days when nothing huge or life-altering happened. It was easier for me to follow the slow waves instead of the fast-paced hurricanes.
And then there were the days when you expected nothing and something showed up, smacking you right in the face.
I really hoped life was going to start warning me before the strange things happened, but it never did. At least it kept my reflexes working.
I knew when the sun rose because I could see the light creeping through the blinds, but it disappeared as soon as it arrived when the rain rolled in. It pounded down on the roof, but it wasnt loud enough to wake Erin lying next to me.
She just sighed, made a humming sound in her throat, and rolled to lie on her stomach, hugging the pillow close. My finger slid down the curve o
ItM - Erin - 43Girl Being Torn in TwoItM - Erin - 436 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe I had some kind of damsel-in-distress complex, because I kept getting into situations where Simon had to come along and save me.
I couldnt count that time we were in the alley and those humans showed up, because I kind of held my own there and bit the one.
When the Eleanor imposter tried to have Mick and I shipped off to the middle of nowhere, that was an opportunity for me to leave the house and finally find a place of my own, but I couldnt. Everything with Simon was too new and too sweet, and I didnt want to lose any of it.
Being separated from him by force and locked in that basement was so different, but it was so much of the same situation, too. Someone wanted to keep us apart, someone didnt like seeing us as a couple, and I hoped that Simon would find some way to keep us together. Its possible I couldve fought my way free when Oliver first locked me down in the basement, but that girly part of me wanted Simon
Mystery Poem 1words escaping your fingers,Mystery Poem 16 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
worlds forming on the page
as you create stories of
and dreaming lovers.
ItM - MickPicking up Where We Left OffItM - Mick6 years ago in Teen More Like This
I saw Rory scrambling to her feet, struggling with the bumps of the sand, and watched her run across the grass to one of the two stable men in her life, the other being my brother.
Hey there, munchkin. Gabe picked her up and swung her around in circles as she giggled.
It was strange, watching her play with him. She wasnt his daughter, but he acted like she was whenever he was with her. I think he wouldve liked to be her father, but it wasnt like I could go back in time and sleep with him instead of the other guy when I got pregnant.
He was the father she didnt have, the one she shouldve had if my life had been perfect, but it wasnt. Instead, her actual father was someone I didnt expect to meet again, so it was just me and her.
She was a handful, and she loved to talk, but she was worth every sleepless night I had. She was my Aurora, my little Rory, and I wanted her to have e
ItM - Erin - 59Scenery of a New BeginningItM - Erin - 596 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was younger, I always dreamed about living in a little home of my own, where Id be able to have all the things that I liked in it. There wouldnt be any large, gaudy paintings, any crystal chandeliers, any leather couches with ugly blankets tossed over them.
Everything would be clean and peaceful, pale green and beige paint on the walls, plump pillows on the couch in front of the TV. Thered be a computer in the den, some pictures on the walls and the side tables, and drapes thick enough to keep the sun out over the windows.
Of course, now that I was going to be living with Simon, with him and our baby, the picture in my head of my ideal home shifted. Thered still be the couch and pillows, the computer and pictures, the thick drapes over the windows, but now there would be extra things.
Thered be a fridge full of food, a bathroom with a larger bathtub and shower, and a room with a crib and changing table for the baby.
ItM - Simon - 10Faith in WaitingItM - Simon - 107 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I figured Id have to get Erin used to having someone around that cared about her. It wasnt that she was upset that I was paying so much attention to her, it was that she wasnt used to someone giving her actual affection instead of orders.
I didnt want to wait for her to get used to it, because I kept hearing that low, rumbling voice that represented my werewolf instincts. It kept growling at me, almost snarling, telling me to keep Erin close, to keep her safe and happy and hidden away from anything that could hurt her.
When I was younger, my dad explained to me that sometimes my werewolf instincts would just want to come out and take control, and that sometimes Id have to choose whether or not to keep them tightly leashed.
It was hard to know which way to go when it came to Erin. There was just something about her that screamed watch over me while that same part of her said give me a hand and Ill bite it off.
the Angel and the VampireShe stands in the sun in the garden, the earth warm about her hands. She breathes in the scent of growing plants, of the things of earth and man...the Angel and the Vampire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He comes walking down the road, on the path of straight black stone. His form is dark, it's far away, but he's heading towards her home. She knows
the man from eons past, she knows his essence well. She knows his reasons for coming here, she knows he comes from Hell.
Moving through the quiet house, she quickly dons her robes. For ages now, since the death of men she'd forgotten them like long lost hopes. The world
had been so empty for such a long, long time. But now the end comes closer still, and she hopes he will be kind.
He walks up to the door, which opens on it's own. He walks into her sanctuary, invades her quiet home. He stands there in the entry, so tall
and strong and dark. His clothes are black as deepest night, his blade is long and sharp. His eyes find hers and he regards her, so close now to the
end, his long time long lost en
ItM - Erin - 53Life Moves OnItM - Erin - 536 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A family was a bizarre creation. It could be full of people you were related to by blood or marriage, or it could be a group of people you were so close to that they knew your thoughts and secrets.
Ten years of not having a family of my own made me crave one that would accept me, and I thought Id found that family with Simon, but then Michaela accepted me, and Louisa, and Aurora and Gabe.
Michaelas friendship took months to gain, almost a year. She was wary of my need for blood instead of food, wondering if I would bite her if I had the chance.
Louisa was quick to accept, and Gabe, but he had a human and boyish fascination with vampires. He would stare as I drank from glasses of blood, asking what it tasted like and if I liked certain blood types more than others.
Aurora loved me almost from the beginning, but she loved everyone almost from the beginning. It was hard for her not to love someone, because she liked everyone. Mick was her favourite, of cou
ItM - Simon - 28World of WonderItM - Simon - 287 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes, whenever I had to go into the city to buy something or pick-up something, I would get the feeling that someone was watching me. Of course, I didnt know if it was just regular paranoia or if someone really was watching me.
I figured it was more of the former. Who would be following me around? Was I really that important or interesting?
Every so often Id get that hair prickling on the back of my neck feeling, but then it would go away and Id forget all about it.
There were also those times when Id get the feeling that someone threatening was following me, like when I took Mick to her doctors appointment one time, and it took almost half an hour for the wolf in my head to stop growling. He wasnt just protective of Erin, but protective of Mick and the baby, too.
Maybe I was worried that everything wasnt going to work out, that at some point wed be moved again and this time Erin wouldnt be co
The Luck O' the vampiresGilder looked across the smoky bar, a thin hand rolled cigarette in his mouth adding to the acrid fog with lazy swirls as he chewed the end around agitatedly.The Luck O' the vampires7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The focus of his attention was on two women, sat right at the other end of the curved wooden counter, both with full glasses in front of them. The first woman, a short, pretty girl with a hint of the oriental in her young features, was staring, engrossed, at the second woman, child-like fingers entwined in multi-coloured hair.
The second woman, a tall, stunningly beautiful woman that had an air of British aristocracy in her stance and a strange maturity in her face, was holding a large, gold coin on a hooked finger, thumb positioned underneath; ready to flick.
The first woman nodded slowly, and said something that Gilder couldnt make out over the noise of the television in the corner of the bar, showing a series of advertisements. The first woman glanced up at Gilder, but he barely noticed, his attention now firmly fixed on
ItM - Erin - 5The Smoke from the FireItM - Erin - 57 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I think theres a part of me thats afraid of the outside world, thats afraid to leave the house and meet new people. Id been kept in the same place for years, only allowed to go out at certain times to visit certain places. These times I met with Simon were the only chance I had to do something for myself and not for Eleanor.
Shed probably have a fit if she knew, but to hell with her. Sometimes I just wanted to cram all those requests of hers down her throat until she choked on them.
I think I was also afraid of having something good happen to me since it happened so rarely.
My parents died when I was young. I couldnt do any kind of higher level education because Eleanor wouldnt let me after my vampire/night schooling ended when I was 15. I was never allowed to have any friends because then theyd give me ideas on how a child working for a living was wrong.
That was why I was afraid of
Acid and WineMemories taste like acid and wineAcid and Wine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His fingertips are a match,
Swiftly igniting a fire,
One smooth trek down my spine.
Memories feel like silk and swords
My body blazes, responds,
Dissolves; I become his in an
Instant, a lightning flash.
Memories smell like cinnamon and gasoline
He maps me with his mouth,
Traverse places no one else has seen,
Claims me as his own.
Memories look like corpses and angels
I search for his hand in the dark,
Come up empty, stay empty, until
The shell falls apart.
Memories sound like screams and laughter
You pick up the pieces, hold them till
They warm, become human again, and theyre
Finally ready to become who I should have
ItM - Erin - 36Planning for a BabyItM - Erin - 367 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never thought that Id ever be in a position to help raise a child, but with Michaela pregnant, it kept looking like I was going to help out in terms of taking care of the baby. Mick wouldnt get the chance to dump the baby in my lap so I would take care of it, but I would help out now and then.
It wasnt fair to her for me to assume that she would just dump the baby on me, but she had a history of shirking responsibility and ignoring the things that mattered.
Since shed learned that she was pregnant, Michaela had cleaned up her act, taking care of what she was putting into her body and how much physical work she was doing. The bulge of the baby was starting to get bigger, but she was gaining weight so the bump didnt look out of place.
Maybe the baby was the thing that would help Mick centre her life.
One day when Simon was out shooting a wedding and Louisa was at the hardware store picking up paint for both her new room a
UnwantedRoses of DeathUnwanted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets of Snow
Under the mistletoe
we will go
Let me hear
those rotten words
that cause my dried up tears
Looking UpEvery person that I pass on the street either looks at me and smiles, or looks down at the passing cracks and scuffed boots that refuse to look back. Not one ever looks up. As a human I feel restrained in this two-way world, and as a stranger I feel helpless.Looking Up7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Did you see the man with the tattered work gloves? How he hid his fingers in his sweat-stained blue jeans and held a staring contest with his steel toes? I wish he knew that I walked by, that if he was to pass by me a second time, a that man looks more tired than the last time I saw him thought could run through his mind. He cant even imagine where hes going because he is too busy stuffing his mind with personal guilt. Nobody blames him but himself: for his menial job, his workaday routine, his solitude.
But I am just assuming here. I couldnt pinpoint this mans face in a lineup, or greet him by his predictable nickname. He would tell me (if he could see me), that the brim of his cap simpl
Villain UniversityDear Mom,Villain University6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Im failing Child Kidnapping 100A and its killing my GPA. But, I do seem to be good at Filching 20C. Dad would be proud. My Basic Villain Skills professor said I should switch my major from Evil Villain to Street Thief. Im considering it since my grades in Ultimate Scheming 43B and Conquering Good 145A are so low. Dont get mad, please? I did manage all As in Blending-In 122, Lying When Caught 249B, and Finding the Gullible Person 27B. I even got into the Thief Honors Programeven Dad didnt get in!
I think I need to stick with what Im good at. Besides, Dad was a Low-Level Thief graduate and I can do better than that. If I get a Street Thief major, then I can go for a degree in Aristocratic/Politician Filching and Manipulation.
ItM - Simon - 54Moving On OutItM - Simon - 546 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A family was an interesting group to be a part of. There were always others who relied on you to provide something important, and you relied on them, because sometimes they offered what you couldnt.
I was getting used to being relied on for emotional support, we had enough support financially with the money my parents gave us access to, but I imagined it would be different as Erins pregnancy progressed. She would need me more, and I wasnt going to turn her away. I wanted to be there for her to help her, to hold her when she needed a hug, to lie down next to her when she wanted a nap.
I was going to take care of her, even if she thought I was being overprotective. Her parents only had one child, so I was nervous in terms of how difficult the pregnancy might be. The doctors office and home number had been programmed into the phones speed dial under 2 and 3, with the hospital under 1.
Just in case, of course. I didnt want to lose Er
ItM - Simon - 52Shining Down on LifeItM - Simon - 526 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time has a way of slowing down at the important moments, like its giving you the opportunity to pay attention because you might never feel the same way again.
During the early days and weeks with Erin it felt like time slowed down, but then it sped up without warning and all I could do was follow the current, trying not to drown.
Rorys early years went by in a blur. There were days when Id see her in the kitchen, an unsteady spoon of oatmeal in her hand as she tried to eat like all the big peoples, and I would swear that I was holding her swaddled in a blanket the day before, trying to bottle-feed her.
I figured one day it would happen to Erin and I, ignoring all that vampires and werewolves not being able to have children crap. I just didnt want it all to pass by like someone had hit the fast-forward button of my life.
I wanted to waste as much time as possible on Erin and any possible kids we might have.
In the m