funny poemi had a dog named muffin,funny poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she died, SHE DIED!!!
my mom said she wuz sleeping,
she lied, SHE LIED!!!
why is my lil muffin dead?!?!
why couldnt that car hit ME instead?!?!
i had hampster named brownie,
he died, HE DIED!!!
i wanted to bring him back,
i tried, I TRIED!!!
brownie just up and left me!!!
because he choked on a sunflower seed!!!
i had a bird named bob,
he died, HE DIED!!!
my mom thought he wuz chicken,
he fried, HE FRIED!!!
bobs chicken fried soul flew away!!!
now i have no pets today!!!
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 - 437 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
Nihilist's AnthemNihilist's AnthemNihilist's Anthem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How far are you willing to go?
As far as it takes?
Revolution will happen regardless
Of the weak and fake
We will kill for what?s right
Whether they?re women or children
Whether they?re dark or light
Destruction is creation
Holocaust within our minds
Religion, protection, morals and conduct
The flaming tome of bullshit
War, drugs, murder and sex
Those are the new fucking hits
Cookbook, your new bible
Pentagram, your new cross
Forget all the bullshit force-fed to you
They are mindless and lost
Now come with us and free yourself
Knowing every dog has its day
How far am I willing to go, you ask?
All the fucking way
Mystery Poem 1words escaping your fingers,Mystery Poem 17 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
worlds forming on the page
as you create stories of
and dreaming lovers.
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 - 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 - 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
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 - 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.
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
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
Captivation in DeclineCaptivation in Decline9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Perfect and cyclical
You're just too unbelievably unclean
Disposed and recyclable
The same on either side of the screen
I wanna watch you watch the world
Cause it will always pass you by
And the more I watch you watch
The more convinced I am
I am so hopelessly
I've watched the whole world spin
I am so fearlessly
I wonder if you even heard me sing
My last plea
I'll never ever turn off the television
Change the channel like I change religions
I have given up on you and I
I'll never ever turn off the television
The only loving thing you've ever given
To me was the chance to die
You said you were mine
That your eyes were just for me
But someone took them away
I wonder if you even see
You wonder where I am
I'm right where you threw me away
But if you don't unplug soon
I'm not sure if I can stay
We cut our selves just to see what's on the inside
We cut the walls because we need to get out
We asked for love but you've given us bullets
ItM - Simon - 12A Sign of the PastItM - Simon - 127 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I turned eight, my parents sat me down and explained why we were different than the vampires and the humans. At the time I didnt really care, since all of my friends were werewolves, and the school I went was a werewolf school. The news that there were other human-type beings out there was surprising, so I became fascinated with who was which kind.
The vampires were just other creatures like us, more or less. They had their abilities, their ways of defending themselves, and their unique eating habits. They were pretty much indestructible, unless they were injured and the bleeding couldnt be stopped. A lot of vampire deaths occurred when bleeding injuries werent stopped in time. Maybe thats how Erins parents died.
The humans seemed interesting because of their mortality. They could be hurt and killed so easily, and their fragility was something new to experience. Of course, my father had to hold me back when I said I wanted to
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
The Other Place: Chapter ThreeJohn Foster awoke to find himself still slumped behind the wheel of his car, and he groggily ran his hand over his aching head, feeling the coarse texture of congealed blood in the injured section of his tangled mat of hair. He shut his eyes tightly and opened them again, focusing on the environment displayed through the windscreen, and he pulled himself into an upright position, hearing the steering wheel creak under the pressure of his weight.The Other Place: Chapter Three6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The car was in exactly the same place as it had stopped, but instead of the bright summer evening he remembered, the sky was now cloudless and grey with the dim sun hardly visible, like a torch shining behind a sheet of greaseproof paper. The trees were bare and devoid of leaves, their branches reaching out into the air like the structure of a nervous system, and although the fields looked the same, there were no crops growing in them now, just bare earth and uncovered branches as far as the eye could see. The Cathedral was still there, but som
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
ItM - Erin - 13The Past Leads to the FutureItM - Erin - 137 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Was love supposed to wrap you up in knots and toss you around?
Id never really experienced love, outside of the love I felt for my parents. After watching TV shows and movies and reading so many books I figured it was like what the guy in the movie Possession said, that there were many different kinds of love. That being said, there was a time when I thought about whom I loved and what I loved.
I still loved my parents. That wasnt going to change. I loved being able to sit and read without anyone bothering me. I loved the cool breeze that came in from the ocean once the sun set. I loved stroking puppies and kittens because their fur was always so soft.
Did I love Simon that quickly? I wasnt sure. I liked him, and I cared about him, and I was comfortable enough with him that I was more than willing to spend time with him outside of the house (when I wasnt feeling so tired), but I didnt know if I loved him.
ItM - 38Michaela and the Flirting GuyItM - 387 years ago in Teen More Like This
After wed been in the new house, I started looking back on how I used to act before I got pregnant and then how I acted once I knew what was happening to my body. Before, I was such a bitch, but after we moved I noticed I started changing what I was doing.
I wasnt such a brat to Simon anymore. I let Louisa help me with some things. I even tried making friends with the vampire girl, even though I still wasnt so sure she was right for Simon. There were too many differences between them, but it was obvious that they were in love.
Seeing them kinda hurt sometimes, because they had each other and I didnt have anyone. Louisa didnt count because she was our aunt, but Simon and Erin were a couple couple, they were engaged, and I would end up left out.
Sure, Im just 15, and Im not looking for some guy to marry, but Id at least like someone to talk to when I wanted to complain about the others.
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.
Beside You in Time: 15501550: Edo, JapanBeside You in Time: 15506 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was unseasonably warm, even in the shade of the forest, but she was running anyway. Sweat dripped down her back between her shoulder blades, and her eyes watered. Trees jostled her from right to left, and her ankles protested each time her feet slammed onto the hard forest floor, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop.
The stitch her side was quickly becoming unbearable. How many times had she let Inuyasha carry her? Or Kirara? Now she was paying for it - the half-demon and the fire-cat were nowhere to be found at the moment she needed to run the fastest. Her chest was close to bursting open from the pain. Her legs were on fire, and the mucus of extreme thirst was building in her mouth. But she couldn't even call out - who could hear her anyway? She must be so far from them by now.
Even so, she had to try, before she had used up all of her energy. "Inuyasha!" she croaked. She swallowed and winced as her shoulder slammed hard into a tree. "Inuyasha!" she cried out ag
Transient Rose in BlacknessSo loves a kiss of a bookTransient Rose in Blackness6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Words corseted into doors
Flutter pages snow-white doves
Black lips of words dripping into your eyes
Sanctuary dancing like a bell
Air pressed softly like lace in one's breath
Forward the pen drifts along the stone walls
Paths a wanderer will take...
Take thee hand...
And crush it with thy lips
Forsook the ashes, dust of ballgowns
Deep in your submerging waves
Swept of pearls, marble sculptures of prose
One kiss for a night's dream
Twirling lambs, on thorns of roses
Squandering no time
Shift and drift, snowflakes linger
On tongues warm from scalding blood
Blood of your dear lover's heart
Torn by lace
And licked by your intricate dagger
A wolf's hear, pierced with the fangs
Eve's apple, bleeding life
Droplets twirl, metamorphosed
In icicles, like glass
Dip a bitten finger
In your bouquet of black roses