She SaidShe was only seven; she was far too young.She Said6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her Barbie town and friends were her source of fun.
With two training wheels and a head held high,
she lifted up her hazle eyes and gazed into the sky.
She said, "Dear God, if you're really up there,
why did you make wind- to mess up my hair?
Mommy says that I'm pretty and thanks you for a girl
that can be her sunshine- just her precious little pearl.
She says today we visit Daddy. He's a whole state away.
Once a month we visit, if only for a day.
I like to be around my dad, and thanks for my mom too.
I have to go now God; Amen. And PS: I love you!"
So off to Dad's house again, she and her sister went.
They hardly saw their father much; time was precious whenever spent.
In the kitchen were Samoas- what a tasty treat they were.
In the yard was the dog- what a playful bunch of fur.
Dad's little princess was eager to go play,
but she had to have help getting dressed that day.
It seemed rather strange when he touched her underwear.
She had never f
All in the Blink of an EyeAs I stand here, I watch the world fall apart. I can hear their screams but from my mouth comes none. I am paralyzed, stuck in this moment, unable to even gasp for air. And so it will be as they see my wide-eyed stare, and take aim. I cant move, I cant think, but somewhere I know-I will not be like the herds of students jostling past me, because I cannot move. And they told us to run. To disobey is to die, but certainly to obey cannot be much better? These men broke in; insulted us, killed our teachers, and told we to run-to flee or they would do away with us. Fear was on their side. And fear affects all-even me. I know that its because Im too scared and surprised that I cant move; Im frozen in shock. Yet, as one of them aims at me I can suddenly feel my heart restart, pounding against my chest at a frantic rate. My breathing comes back rough and ragged, as if I had been hit with a sucker punch to my stomach. The cafeteria is almost empty now as I whAll in the Blink of an Eye6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Just Friends-"Just friends" you said.-Just Friends-5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You made that clear,
So why do I yearn to hold you near?
"Just friends" you said.
I thought that was fine,
But I just want to make you mine.
"Just friends" you said.
But now I'm confused,
Does my fluttering make you all sorts of amused?
Do you really want to be "Just friends"
Or perhaps your mind has changed since then?
But if that is not the case, I utter not a word.
For in that way, our wonderful friendship is ensured.
I don't want to lose you, you mean too much
But whenever I'm near you I long for your touch.
I can't stop feeling this way towards you.
I only wish you could feel this way too.
RegretThe clouds have turned black,Regret6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the wind touchs my skin.
The eyes of a stranger,
watch my path.
I take it slow,
whisper in fear.
I feel his eyes,
watch every move.
I approach the end,
The end of time.
A tear runs down,
I hear it hit the floor
as apencil would drop.
Nothing i live for,
make me regret.
the death of love.
i have caused!
No turn back,
to reach out!
What have I done?
Darkness Comes...She would Run and Play in the Shadows,Darkness Comes...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Always keeping The Light Within Sight,
Dipping her toes in Tempting Darkness,
Because it Tingled and would Delight.
Arousing Feelings Would Envelope Her,
So thrilling, Riding to that Edge,
Her eyes would blaze and fire,
'I'm fine" to herself would pledge.
But something this time was different,
Something within her seemed to shift,
When encircled in the Dark's embrace,
Her Internal compass seemed to drift.
And soon those simple little troubles,
That were clearly not of The Light,
Felt so addicting'n incredibly good,
Felt so addicting'n incredibly right.
Her purity and good appear to change,
Soul now smudged by a Wanton Lust,
Foreboding Darkness now did seeped in,
Overtaken by Dark, she shouldn't trust.
Guilty pleasures - Sins now lay heavy,
Upon this once pure'n lovely heart,
To far from the Light she'd strayed,
And Darkness it's ways now impart.
Darkness thought it had won her,
Saw a hollowness in the girl's face,
But then from out of n
ImogenImogen was this girl who used to live down the block from me.Imogen3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She would leave me little notes and bird feathers beneath the swing in the park
that separated our houses. Imogen was the first girl to make me blush.
I remember it as clear as daylight. We had been sitting on the rock in my front yard,
like we frequently do, waiting for the sun to set and she had turned to me and said,
"Did you know that your eyes are the colour of smarties on the inside, only prettier?"
I had been stumped because she'd never spoken to me about people before,
least of all myself.
When Imogen and I talked it was about travelling the world and seeing landmarks,
planning endless trips. We would talk about which animals are better for pets,
we would talk about school and Macbeth and food and everything else.
You see, Imogen didn't like people much.
She never got along with her parents and she didn't have any friends at sch
TouchTouch6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you could touch me
you could read the braille of my longing
peppered across this skin.
When in darkness I create you
out of shadows
to fill the emptiness surrounding
the shivering of my flesh.
If you could feel me
and trace the glyphs of womanhood
down my spine, between my breasts,
across my hips,
they would spell to you secrets
never to cross these lips.
If I could touch your bareness,
emboss codes with my tongue
over the parchment of your skin,
and illicit the madness of morse code
along the ridges of your mouth,
you would be mine,
and we could.
Burnt OutHow can I be strong,Burnt Out6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I'm ready to break?
All this weight upon my shoulders,
Feeling everyones hearthache.
Is a dangerous game.
For them you bleed,
To them it's all the same.
You're acting as you should,
No less, but always seeking more.
So lost within my roles,
I don't know what I started for.
Is it really as bad as I think?
Or am I digging my own grave?
Who's expectations am I failing?
How do I get back the heart I gave?
So sick of the back and forth,
One day up, next down, later sideways.
Maybe if I could balance it out,
Instead of being the one who caves.
Somethings gotta give.
If I keep on this track,
...Well...it's no way to live...
RecoveryRecovery is learning how to say I will never miss an opportunity to eat a Choco Taco while on an outing with the friends who throw worried glances in your face every time you all sit down to eat. Choco Taco; it says on the package, This is not a reduced fat food. You throw a worried glance at yourself, choke the thing down. Try not to look like youre enjoying this more than a sane human being would. Walk back into the sunlight, drink another 24-ounce bottle of water, walk and walk and walk like a woman possessed. Linger by the Chilean flamingos, talk to them as though they can hear you.Recovery7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Recovery is taking a shower at one in the afternoon and finally putting in your contacts. It is looking in the mirror, watching your hair dry to that classic anorexic poof, and realizing with horror that you have gained weight, that your face is fat, that your arms are fat, that your legs are, once again, each the size of a small hippo. There is nothing you can
666.avi666.avi2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I will never forget the day I first encountered 666.avi. I am a big horror fan and had a love for creepypasta, so one day, I decided to go looking for something that would scare the shit out of me, then send it to friends hoping to get a similar reaction. But during my search I encountered something that made videos like "Suicidemouse.avi" and "Dead Bart" look like child's play. Even "AOSTH Episode 66" seemed harmless compared to what I saw. I will not mention the address of the site I discovered for two reasons. One: the site contains a nasty virus that you have to catch with internet security the minute you open it. Two: the site (for me at least) is not working. It says that 404 Server Error message. After taking care of that nasty virus, a simple button appeared on a black screen, saying "download" . I immediately clicked it and a video file downloaded. It was simply titled "666.avi"
The video was 10 minutes long. It started out in an empty bedroom, the camera must have been on som
.the day he died..the day he died.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today makes it a year since he died.
Although it seems like just yesterday that I cried.
Mourning a man I've never met, but felt like I
Knew him because of his music. Like one of his
Lyrics, "its like a death, death in my family."
A man that helped me so much in my life-
Where like a lot of other musicians never know
What they really are to their fans, friends and family.
I've realized that music is the glue of the world,
It seems to keep us together and it always helps
To bring people together, even if they never noticed.
I never got a chance to tell him, because there
Are countless nights where his voice comforted
My thoughts, my heart and everything seemed to fade.
He will always be alive to me, he will never die in my eyes.
Because music is timeless and it lasts forever. Music never dies.
He is the same, immortal of sorts. Generations years to come
Will still hear his voice and remember every word to his
Songs, just like my love for Jim Morrison. And right now,
He is with Jim,
Cutter...in the PastCutter...in the Past6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She runs fingers gently,
Over each and every scar,
Remembering the times,
She went a bit too far.
The simple thrill,
The emotion too,
Yes...she use to cut,
The Hurt...pain...it subdue.
Beautiful, has always been
both inside...and out
But life threw her betrayals
Agony, Suffering, Doubt
Her mind was always turning
And She Started to believe
The Ugly, Rude comments
Others seemed to perceive.
And malevolent males,
In their discontent
With Wanton, needy touches,
Added to her torment
So to ease her pain
She'd let it bleed away,
Alone in her suffering
With it...life did decay.
But someone...someone did care,
And reached out to the girl,
Saw her for what she was,
A being, a soul, a pearl
In the rough, so to speak
Needing to be directed
TO be consoled, built up
Because she felt..rejected.
And with consoling and time
Self she did believe in
Came to love the mind and soul
That lay within her skin.
And no longer does she seek
To slice...release...and bleed
Someone cared and showed it
You can't change thatWhen I walk down the street,You can't change that3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You run to meet me.
Hiting me in the face with your insults.
I'm not good enough.
I'm worthless to you.
Just because I'm different.
You can only see the past.
Not the present or future.
You can only understand what I used to be.
I try and explian it to you.
Like I have a thousand times before.
You don't want to listen.
You think because I was bron with female parts,
That I must be a girl.
Its not my fault this is the body I was given.
I have to do what I can with it.
I can't not be me.
I am a boy.
I always was.
I was just afraid to show that boy to the world.
Sometimes I afraid to say it.
Its the way I am though.
You ask me if i like boys, why dont I just be a normal girl?
You cant understand that my gender,
And the gender I love, are to different things.
You tell me no boy will ever love me.
Just because I have the wrong parts for my gender.
That I'm not really gay.
I know better.
I'm a 13 year old gay boy.
I'm proud of that.
UniqueTell me the truth,Unique3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That is, if you dare,
Am I a freak?
Is that why you stare?
Of course you do realize,
Whatever you say,
Doesn't effect me
I know I'm a freak,
I'm different from you,
And you're different from me.
I think that is good,
Don't you agree?
For there's only one you,
And I don't want another me.
The Beauty in Her VoiceThe Beauty in Her Voice6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slight Whispers Cast
Upon My Ear
Chilled I Am
Delighted to Hear
Airy words Travel
Breathless and Soft
Their meanings Lift
My Heart Aloft
In many Ways
And this time Seems
By Melodic Phrase
Of a Voice Sweet
And Tender Be
'Tis Truly Feel
How to Describe
The lithe and Sound?
That has Captured
My Heart Profound?
Like a Butterfly
Flitting upon the Flower
The simple Patter Of
A gentle rain Shower
The soft Murmur
Of a spring fed Stream
The wonderful Feeling
Of a summer-nights Dream
I listen again to
Her accent on "Fabulous"
Produce feelings tingling
A type quite Amorous
So simple it Seems
And yet Complex
Drawn to one Fair
In all Respects
So yes Her Voice
Has me Smitten
As do other Traits
In past I've Written
Those ThingsOh?Those Things8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Those things I write.
More like random words.
And completely absurd.
All in one rush.
PrisonerOne day, Jeffree was flying through the forest at a fast pace. He was crying hysterically, tears streaming down his face. His father had just told him that he was set to marry Helena, the fairy princess. Although she was kind and beautiful, Jeffree felt that something was wrong. He didn't feel attracted to Helena. He didn't want to be in a forced, loveless marriage, and he knew that he could never love Helena the way that she deserved to be loved.Prisoner5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I got no regrets
And I remember the day that we met
There was no way that I could forgive you
So I followed you home
And I waited till you were alone
Jeffree was growing tired. The combination of crying and flying at such a fast pace wasn't a good idea. He decided to stop and rest on the leaf of a purple arc anthurium. In Jeffree's eyes, it was the most beautiful flower in the entire forest, and Jeffree frequented the leaves, whether to cry or just relax. He felt a sense of comfort in the beauty.
When he shut his eyes, Jeffree remember
In the ClosetIn The ClosetIn the Closet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This love that we have has to stay hidden
Tight lips and closed minds speak that its forbidden
Sweep it under the ruglock it behind doors
Our love is much too different from yours.
We cant let the world see us, they wont understand
Theyve told us the price, they told us their demands
If were caught we face the chance of social suicide
Outcast well be, thats why we must hide.
The stars are out tonight and so is the moon
Well stay in our hiding place for its much too soon
To check and see if theres monsters under the bed.
Its always much safer in the closet instead.
SuisideSuiside10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And the letter i found,
in a pool of blood,
was lying there,
next to my love;
Addressed to me,
the letter read,
please do not fear,
i will always,
next to you,
that.. I LOVE YOU"
JoyCurrently I ponder and I muse,Joy6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the shower - into wee hours,
Bout one word we seldom use,
A word that my heart devours.
Those that have Joy,
I think fortunate you see,
When Joy touches my heart,
My mind, from bonds, is set free.
From the worries that beset,
In my day to day life,
Even just wanting a little Joy,
Can dampen any strife.
I see Joy in simple things...
A whisper. A glance. A touch.
Where never expected Joy to be,
Joy-ful feeling I enjoy so much.
Within the eye of a loving mother,
Or helping hand, of a brother,
When Lovers embrace one another,
There Joy appears to me.
Joy, of mother and child,
Joy, of hands held a while,
Joy, within a note am passed,
Joy, creates feelings unsurpassed.
Sometimes, When Joy comes,
I can be left quite happily breathless,
And depending how, where, and when,
Found in various states of...undress.
Like when suddenly, passion is felt,
By innocent girl, inquisitive boy,
That afternoon when feelings spent,
There I imagine loving Joy.
AbuseI let out a cry as you shove me into the wall. I slid down to a sitting position. My eyes blurred by tears. But you don’t seem to care. You grab my arm and yank me back up. You keep yelling at me on how my school work goes.Abuse2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You try to be smart but your not!” You scream at me, “Your failing everything! If your so smart, why are you a failure!?”
You push me back into the wall and storm out of the room. Leaving me crying in the dark. I hear you break things in the other room.
The next day I go to school. Staying at the side. With a long sweater and jeans to hide all the new scars and bruises from the night before.
A girl rams me into the locker. The locks clatter from impact. I keep my eyes on the floor and try to hide my emotion.
In all my classes, I stay in my corner. The corner that’s in the far left corner. A place where I feel safe. Safe from pain.
At home, I stay in my room. Behind locked doors. Relying on thin wood to stay between me in the outs