Stop Child AbuseGirlStop Child Abuse7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Name is Sammy,
And I am 3,
I sit all alone just to talk to my teddy,
Asking him why my mommy won't hug,
He never answers but i wish he did,
Maybe then i could live with him,
Oh no daddy is home,
I try to hide under my cloak,
I here a clash and curse of words,
Daddy screams for me,
I cannot answer,
He sees me and hits me
Asking why I am so scared,
I scream "I'm sorry",
He must not heard,
Cause now he is screaming at me more,
I fear for my life as i'm thrown on the floor,
He hits me and beats me again and again,
I pray to god to please let it end,
As i lay there motionless on the floor,
My eyes are swollen,
My legs are sore,
My heart is broken to the core,
My name is Sammy,
and I am 3,
Tonight my daddy murdered me...
My Name is Chris,
And I am 3,
I live my mommy since i was born,
She hits me and beats me,
Sometimes throws me across the floor,
I know she doesn't mean it,
But she does it some more,
I cannot speak,
Not even a peep,
Cause then my
StripEnvy rhymes with hate but envy is not hate. It slips on itself a mask, slips the rope behind its ears and the plastic over its face but it's still not hate.Strip8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I envy you. I envy you so deeply and powerfully that I want to carve it into myself, to let the flesh know that the mind is suffering. And I want what you've got. Because you've got everything and I'll be damned if you don't know it. You're wonderful and I don't understand why.
I don't hate you, but I envy you and it doesn't feel any different. I tripped and fell for what you have, slipped and clawed but you held on, grasped it in your hands, and I want your skin to break and I want you to bleed but you won't. You can't because you have what I want and it keeps you safe. I know if you let it slip like purple-silver silk between your fingers I'd catch it. I'd catch it and I wouldn't think I hated you anymore.
So let it slip. Stumble for me and let me have it. Let it float against my fingertips and I promise I won't hate you. Let the
StrangerI was eight years old when he showed up at our door. I could tell just by looking at him that he was tired and hungry, and that surprised me. The only other people I had met in my life were all well off. He, obviously, wasnt. His clothes hung across him in baggy tatters; I wondered how long it had been since he had been able to fill them out.Stranger6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His skinny back was hunched forward and thin fingers rubbed pale arms as he spoke quietly to my mother. I looked up from my toys, curious, and saw that he wasnt looking directly at her. He seemed to attempt eye contact a few times, but his gaze always slipped back down to the floor.
After a good five minutes, I saw my mother stiffen. Curtly, she said, Im afraid I cant help you. Im sure you understand.
The man nodded dumbly, still looking away from her. He began to mutter again and turned away. My mother shut the door and I ran to the windows so I could watch him leave. He stumbled a few times, but didn
The Documented CryIs it strange that every time I cry I want to take a self portrait? To document and exploit my feelings, sufferings and dramas. I believe they have a word for this these days: Emo. Isnt it sad that today, any fascination with ones own emotions has to wear a derogatory label; one which dismisses and down grades us to the status of a fad-driven child!The Documented Cry7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I prefer to think of it as an artistic addiction: I must make use of every experience, no matter how devastating.
I have a fascination with the process my body goes through when it cries. It can not be faked: the colour changes which march across my face, the quality of my breath, the trajectory of tears, the sounds which emerge from my throat, the physical difference between allowing the cry and clamping down on it and the strangled irrepressible whimpers which emerge from this shut down state.
However, the process of finding camera, selecting lense, adjusting the tripod (a device which will never c
Why do you love me?There once was a girl. She was very beautiful, and many boys would proclaim their love for her. But every time they told her those words, she would always ask the same question.Why do you love me?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do you love me?"
The boys would always reply smoothly that it was her beautiful eyes, or her smooth silky hair. Some said it was her personality they fell in love with. Yet still she turned them down. She was looking for a much different answer than that.
One day, she came across a boy who seemed different. He said that he loved her like all the rest, and when she asked the question, he did not produce the correct results, yet still, something was different.
"Young man, why do you love me?"
"I love you because you are wonderful.''
And so she turned him down. However, the next day, the boy was there again.
"I love you,'' he told her.
And she replied, ''Why do you love me?"
"Because you are the most beautiful thing in the world."
"Thank you, but that's not the answer I want. Goodbye.''
And so it continued, t
Count the WaysI wrote your name 1,003 times on multiple pieces of paper,Count the Ways7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In books, on my desk, with broken hearts,
In print. In cursive. Smeared by tears,
On chalkboards, On posters,
Things I could burn, Things I could break,
Anything that said you existed but no more--
In hopes my hands would be utterly exhausted,
Would loathe the very thought of your name,
And I would no longer find it slipping into my poetry,
My stories, my dreams, my thoughtsMY HEAD.
I wrote my name by itself without yours 2,056 times
BlindBlind9 years ago in Teen More Like This
A boy was feeling the braille on the sign to the women's restroom. He was still not used to it all having lost his sight only recently, but as always he remained optimistic. He was still alive.
A girl was walking past and saw that he was reading the braille on the sign to the women's bathroom. She cautiously walked up to him and said, "This is the women's restroom." hoping he wouldn't be offended. The voice somewhat startled him as he turned toward the voice. Feeling bad she bit here lip and then walked towards him and reached out both her hands and placed them on his hand still on the sign. "Here." she said. He allowed her to grasp his hand as she led him to the men's restroom only a few feet away. All thoughts of going to the bathroom left there. Then she put his hand to the braille on the men's restroom sign so he could read it. Then she released his hands and backed away. Sensing her discomfort he turned around. "I'
Sentimental IrrelevanceI feel as though Ive lost my touch--Sentimental Irrelevance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
forgotten how to bite my tongue.
But dont mind me,
Ive changed my mind.
But it was you that insisted a dollar bill
over my lifetime supply of smiles.
My voice cant hold notes,
my fingers cant strum chords,
my eyes cant blink a memory
from ink to scenery,
and considering this poem,
I cant write to my standards,
For Ive placed tears in this poem,
Ive placed blood in this poem,
for you to smear it all
with a youre no good.
I rested with the fact
that you were utterly slow
as you roamed your dim-lit home;
your thick brains
slowing down your bones.
Lets cold shoulder through rings of fire,
pull strings to push each others buttons,
and Ill stick to my guns
if you promise to come unglued.
I feel as though Ive lost my touch--
forgotten how to bite my tongue.
But dont mind me,
Ive changed my mind.
But it was you that insisted a dollar bill
Diary of a Fat GirlThere are some words that you never forget. There are some words that change your life and the person who said them will never know. They'll never know how much those words hurt; how much their simple words effected the entirety of your life.Diary of a Fat Girl11 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It was 6th grade and our class was having a party of sorts. I don't remember exactly what was going on; all I remember is what he said to me. We were sitting at the table together, and I was having ice cream just like the majority of the class. He looked at me and in his monotone voice asked me, "Why are you eating that? Aren't you fat enough already?"
At first I was too embarrassed to tell the teacher. And, from that day on, I've been embarrassed to eat in public. I sometimes starved myself, refusing to eat lunch at school, reluctant to have dinner at family get-togethers, or eat anything anywhere else where eyes could see me. Even when my employers told me I could help myself to any of their food while babysitting, I never did.
Just when it seem
Trapped TrappedTrapped7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These walls that surround me,
Are not as much a prison as my mind
I'm afraid to look outside of it,
I'm afraid of what I'll find
Reality, it seems...
Has deserted me...
Ever watchful, ever waiting,
Ever careful where I step
Looking around in the dark and gloom,
I'm wondering how much is left,
Of who I used to be
It's useless...but still I scream...
My mind is running away
I don't know how long I've been here,
I've lost count of the days
His pleasure is my pain...
The darkness is my companion,
It's my security,
So I don't have to see myself,
See the animal in me
In my thoughts is where I hide,
It's the one part of me that's still alive...
He is coming to take me again,
Leaving his brutal violence all over my skin
I must give in, and let him win,
It's the only way I'll see my little girl again
So I don't beg, and I don't plead,
I just lie there, while he makes me bleed
Unhappy Birthday Tetch!Unhappy Birthday7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Another round of pounding against the wooden door passed. When there came no answer, Jonathan Crane heaved an exasperated sigh. Tetch, come on! Open up! he called through the wooden barrier between himself and the Mad Hatter. I know youre in there! He crossed his arms and waited, tapping his foot impatiently against the ground.
With another irritated sigh, he pounded his fist against the door again. You knew I was coming, so dont give me any of that two days slow crap! Were going to be late!
Im not going! came the muffled response from inside the room.
Crane threw his arms up into the air. He lives! he yelled, his words dripping with sarcasm. What was that you said?
Im. Not. Going. Tetch restated, emphasizing each word with a brief paus
See me IgnorantAm I real at all?See me Ignorant8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing here like I dont exist
Do you see me at all?
When I look away every time you turn your head
Do you wonder about me at all?
When I ignore your blatant stares
So, do you ever see me like I see myself?
Mirrored with no reflection to counter it
Do you see me how I see myself?
Dull, confused, disappointed
Or do you see the marks on my face
And the flaws I keep hidden under my skin?
Do you notice my blank expressions
And my steady gaze when you arent looking?
I hope so
But, no, I falter in your view
And I look away so that all you see is my back
And my profile with eyes forward and distant
So do you like how I cant see you?
Do you wish I could stare at you like I do myself?
With the marks on your face
And the flaws hidden under your skin?
Does it keep you up at night,
Wondering what I see of you?
Well, do you ever wonder if I will see myself
The way you see me?
NuttenherzNuttenherz8 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
* Ein Gedicht von Beau Cyphre *
Inspiriert durch Frozen von Marleen B
mit all den Dingen,
die ich kann.
Gebe mich hin
die ganze Nacht,
meinen Arsch willst du?
Hab ihn dir mitgebracht.
Du willst mich gemeinsam nehmen,
nur dein Freund und du?
Magst es nicht zweimal sagen,
und stößt feste zu.
Mein Herz schlägt schnell,
du gibst nichts darum.
Willst meine Aufregung spüren,
drehst mich einfach um!
Mein Messer spürst du
nun in deiner Brust.
Ich steck es rein, reiß es rauf,
bis du bluten musst.
imagination|imagination10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a woman today;
she was wearing
a purple raincoat
crocodile skin shoes.
She was drinking
from an empty can
of diet coke,
tilting her head
right back to the sky,
with her eyes closed.
I don't think anyone
had told her
that you can't wear
a purple raincoat
crocodile skin shoes,
and you certainly
from an empty can
of diet coke.
She didn't seem to mind though.
When she noticed me
with some interest,
she offered me some
of her diet coke.
I don't know why,
but I didn't want
to seem rude
so I accepted.
I tilted my head
right back to the sky,
with my eyes closed.
It was good coke.
The Day I Met God II.What do you say to the lonliest man in the world?The Day I Met God II.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I think you're doing the best you can."
but in my mind it played past tense.
the best you could.
For awhile I had this sudden urge to hold onto God's hand.
I wonder how long it had been since someone comforted him.
This time, I shifted, uncomfortably.
"It's okay, Kalea. You don't have to."
for some reason I forgot that he knew every moment.
God got up, and walked to the edge of the balcony
i watched him grab the purple clouds and pull them closer to us
"Kalea, do you know what it's like to destroy?"
Yes God, I do.
I knew he could read my mind, but instead I said
I watched God pull the clouds back and let them fly across the sky
God walked back to the balcony wall and held his head in his hands.
To-Do List: September 201001-09-2010 Or maybe i just never got betterTo-Do List: September 20105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08-09-2010 Ice packs and baby food
11-09-2010 Well that's something i'll never be able to tell anybody about
11-09-2010 Maybe i'd be better off alone
14-09-2010 So many people dressing for other people
14-09-2010 Station hole
15-09-2010 I am too afraid to sing out loud
15-09-2010 Looking outside to look in
21-09-2010 Coming home to the smell of freesias
22-09-2010 Turning heads and breaking necks
23-09-2010 Train with the new car smell
24-09-2010 Jealous of lesbians on the escalator
25-09-2010 I am like your voice of reason or whatever
25-09-2010 How can i ever doubt my love for you on nights like this?
30-09-2010 And my bed is still warm from your body
Bigby x Reader chapter 4Bigby x Reader chapter 41 year ago in Romance More Like This
Alright, like I said if part 3 got 20 fav's I would post chapter 4. So here you all go.
On the last episode:
"Alright. Do it."
And so we continue...
~The Woodland Luxury Apartments: One day later!~
You and Bigby stood in the elevator, waiting to arrive at the floor. Bigby raised his right hand and rubbed his eye, these past couple day's nobody has had a good night sleep. You yawned and rubbed your red stuffy eyes, still sore from you sobbing when Crooked man told you to do what the people wanted. Bigby looked over to you and rubbed the back of his hand down your arm. You looked up at him and smiled, making him smile back.
"I promise you, after this we can go back to my place and sleep all you want. Okay?"
You nodded as the doors
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,The Intelligent Are So Sad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with thoughts of atoms and connotation.
She is brilliant, they say,
but she knows she is lost.
Numbers are her companion,
she understands their mean, average.
Words can twist her brain,
she loves the wonder they bring.
She is intelligent, they say,
she doesn't feel clever enough.
Sometimes she feels clever too much.
Excusez-moi, in perfect French,
but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.
She is clever, they say.
But she is not clever the way they know.
She sees things as they are,
and she prefers her thoughts to the world.
She knows she loves them more than they in return,
and her friends will be there until they wont.
Friends reassure her, you'll be okay,
she puts a smile on her face.
She loves them as much as any,
even though there aren't many.
They bring out the best in her,
the happy girl,
not swamped by words.
The one who isn't drowning in formula.
Test scores and numbers don't mark you smart,
she knows this now,
engraved in her
One More WordOne More WordOne More Word4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freedom of speech
and you think you can say anything
Throw your darts,
they sink deep.
What do you care?
The word you say
don't mean anything to you,
they mean so much
to the ones listening.
A boy looks in the mirror
and all he sees
is your words painted on his face,
etched deep into his skin.
Never going away.
tears splashing the sink.
Do you know what pain
You are causing?
Fighting against your voice.
Someone has to listen.
You don't care.
No one will believe.
No one will care.
You slip through
and he shrinks away as you pass.
Do you know what fear
you are causing?
He tries to ignore you,
the words lashing into him.
He struggles to hold onto himself
and not drown in your words.
but it's so hard to ride the tide
with tired limbs.
Do you know what
you are doing?
The final nail in his coffin.
your words chewing on him,
eating him whole.
Swallowing him till there's nothing left.
A 14 y
I wishI could wish you were hereI wish6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could wish you to love me
I could wish you to find me
But all I wish...
All I wish my love is for you to be happy
All I wish is that you have love in your life...
I want you to love someone as much as I love you...
I want you to have all the love you wish and deserve
I wish you blessings, gifts, hugs, kisses
I want you to live as hard as you can, to laugh as much as you want
To cry every once in a while
I wish you could feel free as a bird
Warm as a rose
Loved as a hug
I wish you could see yourself trough my eyes
to see the light you carry among all the darkness in your heart
I wish you could carry on with kindness
I wish you could remember me with a smile
With a song
I don't wish you could be by my side
Because I know you don't love me
You don't want me
I couldn't bare to see you sad
To see you harm my love
All I wish is
That you could feel the love
and all the joy you make me feel inside
Even if its not with me
Even if its ten thousand miles away from me
Fifteen minutesThe simplest touch seemed to calm you, though the soft noises you made in your sleep as you dreamed still frightened me slightly, I didn't want to wake you, we both knew you had an early day in the morning, and I didn't want to deprive you of much-needed sleep. I stayed awake, listening to each sound, watching your eyelids flutter as you dreamed, wondering why my own sleep eluded me so.Fifteen minutes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dozed a bit as you calmed, eyes half closed, alert to your every shift, your every murmur. I was surprised, to say the least, when you scooted closer to me. It was probably for warmth, not anything else, but you lay your head against mine, and I forgot all of that, and slowly slid an arm around you. Fifteen minutes of perfection. Fifteen minutes of no doubts and contentment, calm. You were warm in my arms, curled up like a child, my pose was awkward, stretched out and strange against you, arm reaching, not quite an embrace. And then it was gone.
I can't describe the disappointment that chorused throug
Made UpI put on make-upMade Up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make myself feel pretty
because God knows
you don't anymore.
where is the prince?How many times has she cried herself to sleep,where is the prince?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many times has she wrote on her arm about hurting deep,
How many times has she showed him her scars and prayed for someone who would help,
Her blurry hazel eyes looked into his but, all it did was made things worse,
He saw her weakness and only hit harder,
He had no mercy for the weak at heart,
He didnt care he only hit harder,
She showed him her hidden key,
The key to her heart,
And all he did was hit harder,
Where was her prince charming to sweep her away from this horrible fate?
He was too busy saving some other princess perhaps,
Or maybe he was too busy with the boys
Either way, she was stuck,
Either way, she had no other way out,
So she frantically searched as her horrors drew closer,
She finally found her poison,
she finally found her haven.