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
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 Luck6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
delirious dilemaOnce loose objectives tighten my perspectives set in motion with black magic potion. It sounds imperative but really it's quite narrative. - LIVE LET GO- The notion of heritage can stick like a tick. It's benign the thought. This is how you live. This is how you talk. This is how you walk. You'll do as your taught. Well I think not. Your beliefs are wrought with ignorant thoughts. Your mission is scandalous. Your morals were bought. The idea fractures this pattern of answers. Brought about by this mornings rapture. Just let me be. Just go you'll see. Just how I need my ways and beliefs. The way a bee needs a seed to grow into a tree. Gets its power from the showers that feed the flowers. In reality's mist the kiss of bliss only comes with time, with patience, with rhyme. An agonizdelirious dilema6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
ItM - Simon - 14The Future of LoveItM - Simon - 147 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Was love supposed to consume every single part of you until you couldnt breathe?
It certainly felt that way every single time I looked at Erin. There was something about her that overwhelmed my senses and drove me insane, or the wolf part of me, at least. She had a way of getting under my skin, sliding around just under the surface until all I could think about and dream about was her, all day and every day.
And it wasnt because she was gorgeous. Erin had such spirit, surviving the loss of her parents and the hell of my mother, and she had this way of calming me down whenever I thought of her in pain, or her being pushed around.
I wanted to keep her close and safe, watching over her, giving her blood. It was surprising that her licking away that drop of blood got me so worked up. It felt odd, knowing that was the only way she could eat, knowing I could give that to her if she wanted me to. I could imagine her biting me, and it sent waves of heat th
ItM - Erin - 1Work as LifeItM - Erin - 18 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes I wonder why I continue to do this. Maybe its some bizarre sense of loyalty towards the people who took me in after my parents died. Maybe its because I know that if I dont take care of them no one else will. Its not like they know how to take care of themselves.
Of course, maybe Im just insane.
I kind of doubt this; I dont honestly think Im insane. I am grasping at straws to find a reason for my continuing job of personal assistant/housemaid/cook/computer programmer/a bunch of other jobs that five other people should be doing instead of me.
Who was the moron that decided vampires made good servants to the werewolves? Sure, they could bark and scratch and rake their claws through our skin, but we could bite the hell out of them and drain their blood. Shouldnt it be the other way around?
Ive long since given up trying to understand how the world works, but sometimes I still like to wonder why things are
AnorexiaAnorexia4 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.
Baby Got N8tiv3Oh. My. God. Becky, look at her peace pipe. Its just so smoky. She looks like one of those brave guys girlfriends. I mean, shes just so RED!Baby Got N8tiv36 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I like n8tive3 girls and I cannot lie, you other braves cant deny that when a girl walks in with a leather dress and that red skin in your face you get SPRUNG! Wanna pull up tight cause you noticed that skin was red. Even in the dress shes wearing Im hooked and I cant stop staring. Oh, red chick, I wanna get wit-cha and take you to my wig wham. My tribesmen tried to warm me, but that skin you got makes me so horny. Ooh, Rumpleredskin, you say you wanna ride me horse? Well, use me, use me, cause you aint that average potential child bearer. I see you dancing, to hell with romancing. Shes sweat, wet, got it goin like a vat of pemmican. Im tired of birch bark paper sayin white girls are the thing. Take an average red man and ask him that, she gotta pack muc
The fall, and the catchers.His mother was hanging onto the front of my white button-up shirt, the one mom bought me to wear to the love of my life's funeral. His stupid mother who kicked him out of the house for being gay. His stupid mother who had tried to ruin my life by calling my mother to tell her that her only son was a faggot.The fall, and the catchers.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was wailing and trying to hug me and pull me down into the floor with her. I looked up at Josh's father. He only met my eyes for a split second and then looked down at the tissue in his hand.
Coward. You didn't even mind Josh's homosexuality, but you didn't stand up to your wife to keep your own damn son from being thrown out into the streets. And now your not even doing anything about this, letting her embarass the both of you, and now me, at your own son's funeral.
She's just making a scene because she feels guilty. I wish she were dead.
But where was Mom? Where was Kenna? Why wouldn't anybody save me from this? Josh would have. But he's laying in a box over there. It's ugly.
Turned Down So tell me how, and what to say. Is it for you, or mine to keep? I'll take a sip, a glass of wine, and see how it feels for the coolness swirling down the passages of tickled flesh within my throat, and the jagged glass smashing, stabbing, ripping open the white skin and letting me fall back into a coma, an enchanted sleep for me to rest deep in the waves of the enchanted realms no one could open the doors to.Turned Down7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hold up a finger; let me lick the blood dripping from its tip, its sharp, sweet, tangy, bitter, boiling scream of life touching my tongue! Letting my tongue intricately dance with the rough edges, the soft roundness, the shell for a soul. Wrap it around my tongue, kiss it, suck it like a babe with a pacifier, and fall back to let my tears submit and sink to the hardness of the bed, pondering of how it is for a sleeping comatose beauty, if she dreams and frolic through a fantasy realm as wasted tim
ItM - Erin - 39Vampire FamilyItM - Erin - 397 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Simon and I actually had a lot in common, but I hadnt known that when we first got together. Neither of us had known that our parents had been important people, that his parents had left to protect him and Michaela, that mine hadnt wanted to leave me. We didnt even know if mine were really dead or if it was another lie to protect them and me from those that would hurt us.
Both of us were essentially orphans, and it was part of the reason I loved him, which sounds terrible if you just look at it like that. I loved who hed become as life had twisted and turned around him, trying to shape him into someone he never wanted to become. He didnt accept the role the false mother tried to force him into, and hed become someone smart and funny and playful and loving.
I told him this once, when we were lying out in the backyard one night, and he chuckled, telling me that he loved me for the same reason, that somehow Id become the same
ItM - Simon - 56Control of the SituationItM - Simon - 567 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I always thought of myself as a person with morals and ideals, but they werent quite the same as other people I knew, friends and family. All the basic ones were the same, dont steal from friends, dont kill people, dont take candy from babies, but there were others that I knew were different.
Family was important to me, even though I hadnt grown up in one of the most emotionally-supportive homes. Maybe it was from watching all of those happy family TV shows, with the working dad and the stay-at-home mom and the 2.7 kids, but that was what I wanted. I didnt want my kids, if I ever found someone to have them with, to grow up in a house with lots of shouting and finger-pointing.
I knew at some point Id have kids of my own, but finding the right girl was going to be tricky, and I didnt know if I was going to be a good father. Using TV as an example is rarely the best thing, but it was all I had.
And I knew what
Gargoyle 1-1GARGOYLEGargoyle 1-17 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Part I: The Inception
"Hannah, slow down."
She wanted to. Very badly. But her sweaty palms tightly gripped the thick handlebars of the motorcycle and she willed the tired old machine to speed up in spite of herself. Her blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of goggles, narrowed at the road before her as she streaked down a long concrete tunnel, the humming lights from the ceiling giving their surroundings a reddish tint. The wind roared in her ears and strands of her long black hair escaped her ponytail to whip around her face. She was uncomfortable, struggling to control the bike and her fears. She did want to slow down. But if she didn't hurry, they wouldn't make it in time.
She ignored the passenger's whispered protests.
Traffic thinned as she followed the dimly-lit tunnel, and the freedom she felt on the empty road pushed her on, compelling her to go faster and faster. She was escaping the city, heading toward safety.
"If you crash at these speeds
Lost puppyThe Laboratory. The one place, which he knew so well, which he liked so much, and at the same time, it horrified him so much. Papers were left about on the desk, surgical instruments were soaking in the steel bowl of water, a few scalpels were lying on a steel tray, scissors, retractors, the vice, the lancet and a little bit farther down the row, the trephine. The last ones were still clean and sterilized. On the surgeon's table lay something, the for lack of a better description, could have once been called a human being. Now however it looked as if it was toppled over to the other side.Lost puppy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kabuto gently pushed him inside and he locked the door behind him. His face was calm, somewhere in the corners of his mouth, a delicate smile. Pale as usual cheeks reflected the light escaping from the large lamp above the dissection table. His complexion desperately demanded the sun at the moment. His attitude was relaxed and calm. It was possible to say that he entirely diff
nonsense from the devils lairMysterious memoirs of ancient daysnonsense from the devils lair6 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
ItM - RoryDiary of a PuppyItM - Rory6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking back on my childhood, I think I had it made in the shade. I had a big family, I had a roof over my head, I was continually spoiled, and we had a really big TV.
Plus, there was always someone ready to play with me when I got bored.
When Gideon was on his way to joining our family, I thought Id finally have someone to play with, but I was little and didnt know how things worked. I thought people would just show up and play with me.
But it was okay. It wasnt long until he was old enough to play with me.
Mom finally decided to take me out of the house for more than going to the toy store and the doctors office after Aunt Erin and Uncle Simon had Gideon, and I was ready to jump for joy. I wanted friends my own age, even though it was nice to have everyone else play with me.
Uncle Gabe drove Mom and I to the park one day, and I was bouncing in my car seat during the car ride. Gonna play wit udder kids.
ItM - Erin - 19Ripping Through A HeartItM - Erin - 197 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was little, I always wanted to visit a theme park or a water park and go on the rides and the slides. All the kids in the park commercials looked so happy. I wanted to be that happy, have that much fun with friends and family and just spend hours giggling.
Of course, my life didnt turn out that way.
Soon, it all became a dream, something Id do when I could get away from Eleanor, and later just a fond wish I knew could never come true, even when the whole out in the sun part was removed from the plan.
It wasnt fair, that my life couldnt be what I wanted it to be, but Id learned at a young age that life was never fair. Id wanted parents who loved me, friends who liked me, a place to call my own, and a life that I enjoyed.
I never really had that, and Id accepted it, to a point. Simon was the one exception, and I wanted to grab onto him and hold him as much as I could, without anything standing in
ItM - Simon - 6Fire and IceItM - Simon - 68 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I think theres always been that part of me thats craved freedom, which pretty much translates into freedom from the oppressive grasp of my mother. She can try the patience of a saint sometimes, and can also smother the crap out of them, too. She clings so much shes like a new kind of static that makes clothes stick together.
My sister and I have coped with this in different ways: I ignore her, and Michaela ignores her with attitude. My sisters the kind of girl thatll put out if Mom tells her to make sure shes wearing a raincoat plus a hat and umbrella when its only misting outside.
I was never sure on why Mom was the way she was. It wasnt like shed grown up alone, shed had brothers and sisters and parents. Maybe she had a few screws loose. Maybe Dad never gave her the attention she deserved. Maybe she was just freaking needy.
She was like a Rubiks Cube: you were never going to figure out how it works
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 - 63Small MiraclesItM - Erin - 636 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Holding a newborn has a way of tugging at your heart until you think its going to burst. Your heart, that is. Theres suddenly this new person in your life, this helpless little creature that youve never met but who has all of your love the moment you give birth.
It made me understand why some people would kill to have a child of their own, and why animals would kill to protect their young. A child becomes your focus and just about everything else fades into the background. Your ears become tuned to the sound of cries and whimpers, and your sense of smell ignores the scent of dirty diapers, choosing to relish the scent of baby powder instead.
It was amazing and frightening and dozens of other emotions all at the same time, and I didnt know what I was going to do about it. Part of me felt like a complete idiot and kept telling me that I was going to screw up somehow, but there was the other part of me that knew instinctively what to do, how t
FantasyBreaking through the innocenceFantasy9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And finding truth and lies
Tell her all your pretty myths
And keep your sweet disguise
In your hands you hold the key
To lock away her soul
Fill her with your fairytales
She's under your control
IgnoranceBroken dreams, a shallow heart,Ignorance7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings of innocence torn apart,
Caught in a moment, but out of time,
Lifes a song that just doesnt rhyme,
Selfish wants, puritys destruction,
Snared in the wildfire of needy seduction,
National suicide, greed became lust,
Having to lie in order to trust,
Nightmare, wide awake,
Watching society burn at the stake,
Shattered faith, gone with yesterday,
Back before love was a cliché,
Light inverted, shadows lead,
Growth is faster with a tainted seed,
Destiny, approaching fast,
In a race where all come last,
Apparitions, icy chills,
Blaming ghosts for making the kills,
Breaking silence, whispering screams,
Accepting everything as it first seems,
Ignorance, we brought this on,
Then were surprised when all hope was gone.
Wooden CratesWooden Crates8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a night not unlike many other nights. Jeb sat watchful, his hands idle upon the oars of his skiff, while aboard the Green Myst, wooden crates were hoisted from below decks and loaded onto similar waiting skiffs. Methodically, one after one, the ship disgorged its cargo. (Cargo: loosely defined as the value of coin collected by the simple moving of these crates from the Green Myst to the shoreline.) Horse drawn wagons waited upon the banks to carry the cargo to warehouses on the wrong side of Savannah where the wooden crates were burned, the contents safely inventoried.
Jeb could not help but notice the name burned in heavy black ink on the side of the rough crates: TALBOT.
Until tonight, he had always felt a smug satisfaction when Talbot property was looted from the high seas. Never in his past had he given a second thought to this process. Talbot cargo was fair game. But now...something was different. Something would have to change.
ItM - Simon - 20The Heart of the ProblemItM - Simon - 207 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was little, I always wanted to go to a theme park because I loved watching the commercials with the roller coasters and the spinning rides and the little booths where you could knock down bottles to win stuffed animals. I begged my mom for weeks every summer to see if we could go, but shed always say that she was busy or it was too dangerous or it would be too crowded.
When Michaela was 8, shed gotten an invitation to a friends sleepover birthday party. She spent days talking about it, about the cake and the games and all the other little girls that would be there. On the morning of the day, Mom just waltzed into the dining room and said halfway through breakfast that Mick couldnt go because she didnt want her to pick up any germs.
Michaela screamed and cried for days, slamming her door over and over, refusing to sleep or eat. Mom never budged, and I calmed her down when I brought her some of her own balloons and a cu