poemsA fallen angelpoems9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a broken path
Of the darkness
In the hearts
In a world apart
Fallen out of grace
An angels face
A fallen angel
In the night you call
Your words filled with lies
Wandering down the hall
I can feel your eyes
In the dead of night
Filling me with fright
Your eyes burning like a flame
Tomorrow when I wake
You will be gone
But not the pain
In the dead of night
They will come for you
You can try and fight
But they will kill you
Blood stand lips
Dark painted eyes
At your neck, fang tips
Eyes filled with lies
Tomorrow you will be one of them
Fangs and all
Your blood now runs thin
And you shall fall
Into the darkness
Into the pain
I stand here
Waiting for you
Can you hear,
Hear the cries of her heart?
One more hopeless day
I stand here
Waiting for your love
One more day without you
How many more?
How many more nights?
Do I have to wait for your love?
One more day
I stand here
promethean hearts_collab.I reached out with unworthy fingertips and stolepromethean hearts_collab.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire from heaven to create a heart beneath these
shuddering ribs so that I could make music in time
with your golden heartbeat. Your fingertips are
blessed with the touch of a thousand eternities that
I want to spend lost in these velvet touches with you.
You are the pitterpatter of my pulse, the floor dropping
out during the pauses between my breaths and no
matter how many times I turn shooting-star-words into
ropes to hold myself together, they always burn away
and I fall to pieces at your feet. I would pick myself up,
but my comet-dust-bones have finally dissolved and I
am too busy loving you to try and regrow them.
Your galaxy is just wide enough for me to drown inside the
light shining from the eclipse in your comet-powder-blue eyes.
I'm tripping over the Milky Way and the silver words pouring
from your gilded lips; every breath you take is a song echoing
through my heart, breaking off the
Anorexic BallerinaAs the melody beginsAnorexic Ballerina6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The spotlight showers her frail body
A smile paints her fleshless face
As she drifts away from her frozen pose
And melts into her own shadow
Dancing the tale of her loveless existence
To an empty audience of hollow souls
The story of this damsel remains unnoticed
As she glides across the stage with true solemness
Her spirit soars freer with every movement
For in this moment, she no longer need be
A feeble alembic of hidden distress
At last, unchained from eyes of disapproval
She dances her heart out with the littlest compulsion
To hide behind an obscure veil of unfeasible perfection
She finally liberates herself from her acute obsessions
Ravished with rapture, in this passionate performance
She no longer frolics in the masquerade of a ballerinas vanity
She takes this moment to dance only the truth
Embellishing her movements with heart-warming vulnerability
For in this moment, the dance floor is her diary
And her rollicking feet are the pen writing her history
That Thing Called Love...When you speak those three beautiful wordsThat Thing Called Love...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As softly as water droplets gliding down a petal
From gravitys gentle pull
When you dissolve me in your romantic metaphors
As sugar does when stirred in warm liquid
With its sweetness melting through
When your lips meet mine in an ethereal kiss
Embodying loves sweet languor
As our hearts diffuse
I see the world through rose-coloured heart-shaped glasses
Where the bitterness is filtered away from my sight
With my eyes, only capable of witnessing beauty
Im no longer a stranger in a world of spite
For the darkness has been devoured
By the ignition of our loves light
And when love conquers all
There need be no plight
But when the glasses come off
The candor withers away
As I notice your true colours
Im paralysed with dismay
You are not the rose I thought you were
You are the thorns on its stem
We are two repelling forces
And together we breed mayhem
So here I am yet again
Staring intuitively at the s
skewed perceptions.it sounds poetic.skewed perceptions.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
sitting here with the window open and my hair knotted at the nape of my neck and cotton twisted around my torso, it's easy to think i'm pouring cool wine from my lips and plucking ambrosia from clouds. it's easy to think that when i'm speaking of love, i'm whispering in voices of the riverbank and looking at the not-yet-visible stars with a glazed over wonder that can only stem from a deep-rooted and profound love of soil and earth. from far away, i might look a dream. i might look soft and sweet with cherry-lips and, even perhaps, diamond-eyes that click clichés off like the tearing of dog-eared books that you bought from the secondhand store to look well-read.
i might appear hazy or vintage with a sepia overtone that seeps from beneath my fingertips and turns the bloodied edges of my life into something manageable and cinematic. you might touch the rippling corners of my mirror and wonder, think, dream, imagine. you might imagine hearts thumping ben
CongratulationsTest Chamber Seventeen was simple. GLaDOS highly doubted that this particular test subject would have any difficulties with it, since she had managed to complete the far more difficult Test Chamber Sixteen so quickly and easily.Congratulations4 years ago in Drama More Like This
All the subject had to do in this chamber was carry the Weighted Companion Cube, specially designed to coerce subjects into forming an attachment to it, through the chamber and use it to help her solve a few simple puzzles. Then at the end, the subject would have to abandon her beloved cube in an Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube Receptacle, which was the real test. Most of the time, this caused test subjects to suffer a small bout of depression, sometimes complete with hysterical sobbing. GLaDOS couldn't wait to find out how this test subject would handle it.
"The Vital Apparatus Vent will deliver a Weighted Companion Cube in three two one "
As it fell out, the subject took a step backwards, narrowing her eyes at the cube wi
Portal2 Recovery 8 SPOILERSChapter 8Portal2 Recovery 8 SPOILERS4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm a bit disappointed at the orders not to kill you. I admit to not liking loose ends, and letting you escape would be a big, fat frayed end."
Chell walked along, half-listening to GLaDOS ad keeping her eyes peeled for anything that would help her with what she was planning. The technique had served her well in the past, seeing as paying too much attention to GLaDOS when she was robo-PMS-ing could be downright depressing.
"Did you see what I did there? Big. Fat. Like you. Oh, I'm clever." The AI paused as Chell rolled her eyes. "Actually, the part of me that knows who you are told me to do that. It says here specifically: 'ridicule her for being overweight and unintelligent. If it appears not to sink in, explain the joke, she can be slow.' You must have really ticked me off."
Chell smiled despite herself, turning onto a different Catwalk. She really had no clue what she was looking for, but there had to be some sort of master computer other then GLaDOS
Short, Sad Life Left - Part 5The elevator landed as Chell finished her cake. She heard it coming and looked up at it, hardly daring to believe that GLaDOS was actually going to let her go again.Short, Sad Life Left - Part 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"There," GLaDOS said, and was it Chell, or did she sound bitter? "I suppose you're going to leave now. And that's just fine with me. I hope never to see you again."
Chell stood up. "Thanks for everything, GLaDOS."
"Just go," the computer said. "Live out your short, sad life somewhere far away from here. Don't ever think about me or this facility again."
"Now who's being melodramatic?" Chell asked with a chuckle. GLaDOS's optic narrowed into a glare.
Turning around, Chell began heading for the elevator. When she was about halfway there, she paused and turned back to look at the AI.
"What are you doing?" GLaDOS asked. "I told you to leave. Now."
"I still have the Companion Cube," Chell said.
"Yes, you do. But I fail to see how that is relevant in any way, shape, or form."
Chell shrugged. "I don't know how do those
irreplaceable.Some things in life cannot be replaced.irreplaceable.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is the hymn beating within the pulses of those who mourn the shooting stars who have come and gone, who cling to the stardust of comets too hot to tie to this earth of dust and soil. This is the song lilies hum when dusk falls and the ground moves from the thrumming of a hundred pleading hearts in unison; what wheat fields cry out when absences are apparent and desperate mouths are praying into pillows late at night. This is the truth that is realized when mornings shot golden with sunlight do not pluck the beauty of dreams back into reality, but rather face the hollow space once occupied with life overflowing.
Some things in life cannot be replaced.
Some things are too precious to be created twice, but rather, are meant to be celebrated for the beauty so uniquely theirs. Some laughs cannot be recreated or mimicked or impersonated by even the silver throat of the mockingbird. Some souls are the Halley's comet of our generation, too wild to b
I Have NeverI Have Never3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have never quite forgiven myself
I have never felt like I deserve better
I have never felt so depressed
And I guess I have never felt love
I have never had a smaller hope
I have never had so much faith
I have never cried so many times
And I guess I have never felt so lost
I have never ever been so thoughtful
I have never in my dreams grinded so wide
I have never lost my faith in you
But I guess, that's why it hurts
I Want to Give You The WorldI want to hold you close,I Want to Give You The World6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And show you every single beauty in the world, just to prove that there is still some left.
I want to give you a bouquet of flowers, simply because it's unconventional.
And that's just the way we are.
I want to hold your hand, so that you know you aren't alone,
And that people are just waiting to care, but don't know how yet.
I want to polish the stars with you, so you know that beautiful things fuse out,
But it's wonderful just to appreciate what they are, and that you have them for the time being.
I want to give you the best nebula in the universe, so we could lay together, and figure out that destruction is a beautiful, twisted form of creation.
I want to give you the thinnest glass swan to hold, so you realize how fragile humans are, and that they break from the weakest of things.
I want us to grow up together, so we can figure out aging, and why it makes us forget about summer days at the park.
I want to put you back together, so you know that a heart is
i'm choking.i am sitting with smoking nerves andi'm choking.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
frayed circuit wires, everything i don't
know knotting together for me to choke
if there is a door, i can't find it.
if there is an answer, i'm unaware.
instead i am falling to my knees and
crawling under the smoke, eyes watering
and knuckles bleeding. no closer to the end
than when i had begun.
if i had the courage, i'd crack open your ribs
and get the answer for myself. if i was brave,
i'd simply reach over and pinch the truth from
or i'd just tie my heart to the railroad tracks
and wait for you to save it. wait for you
to cradle it and whisper that the time for
pinched nerves and scraped knees is over.
but i am confused and cowardly, clutching
my chest, palms feebly protecting the only
thing i have left to defend. the only thing i
have left worth guarding.
and the thing that scares me most is not that
you might hurt me. it's not that i might end
up with a scar or a burn or a weeping laceration.
the thing that has me trembling wit
First You Will Be Baked...With her Companion Cube under her arm, Chell turned and started heading off into the wheat field without so much as a backwards glance at the shed. Good riddance, as far as she was concerned. She would be happy if she never heard the name Aperture again.First You Will Be Baked...4 years ago in Humor More Like This
But then she remembered something, and slowly came to a stop. Damn it.
There was no way she was leaving without her cake.
Turning around, she marched back to the shed. She set the cube on the ground, then balled her hand into a fist and knocked sharply on the door. There was no response, so she kept it up. GLaDOS would have to acknowledge her eventually.
And sure enough, after around ten minutes, there came a tired sigh from a camera that was attached to the side of the shed. Chell, having not seen the camera before, jumped in surprise and stopped knocking. She took a few steps back and faced it with a glare, placing her hands on her hips.
"Oh, what is it this time?" the AI sighed. "I thought I was finally rid of you. I l
don't let me run.i'm scared.don't let me run.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the fears are pressing anxious palms on my shoulder blades and slipping through my skin to ride trembling waves through my veins. they're biting at my ankles and tearing up my dreams, present wherever i look, because no matter how hard i try, i can't run away from you. i'm shaking and clacking and falling to my knees before springing to my feet and running until my pulse is just a canyon wall echo.
please, forgive me for running. forgive me if you find me hiding and sobbing in the corner with my head buried between my knees and my fingers buried in the mud and my heart buried behind the rosebush. try to understand that i want to share my darkest secrets with you, but i'm scared i'll wake up to an empty bed with the window thrown open and my vulnerabilities pouring in with the sunshine.
you see, i'm scared i won't be enough or i'll be too much or you'll get tired of beating your head against a wall and running into the dead ends i'm made of. i'm scared you'll get exasperated
I love you so much I hate youI love you so much I hate you,I love you so much I hate you10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Get out of my head,
Your not the one meant for me,
Yet we both deny our love for each other,
Why must you drive me crazy?
You haunt my dreams,
Inherit my thoughts,
GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!
I'm crying for you,
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs for you,
Stop being you,
Stop being there,
I want you to die,
Without you I cant live,
I act normal around you,
I even give you an occasional hug,
But...I want more,
I want you,
But its forbidden fruit,
One that cannot be touched, looked at, held close to,
Damn it I love you, but I don't know what to do,
I lean in to give you a hug and whisper in your ear,
Never Happen to You - Part 4"'Go'?" Chell asked in disbelief. "You're kidding me, right? How the hell do you expect to get rid of me? Come on, Dave, think. Besides, I've known you since you were a toddler. I know you wouldn't hurt me." But she could feel nothing but coldness from him, and it rattled her. The innocent child she'd once known didn't seem to exist anymore.Never Happen to You - Part 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You're probably right," Dave admitted. "I don't know how to get rid of you. But I managed to contact my company before the computer started its goddamned experiment. Although I guess it was a blessing in disguise." He let out something that could pass for a sardonic laugh. "Who'd of thought that those standard-issue company microchips would actually be good for something?"
"Good?" Chell echoed. "You're happy about being in here?"
"Of course," he said. She could feel his cockiness, and she wondered if it would wind up being his undoing. After all, that was how it always worked in things like movies and video games, right? "You
The Deal"You work for Black Mesa."The Deal4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was the single most accusatory thing Chell had ever heard the AI say, and she gulped, then nodded, feeling ashamed even though she knew she had no reason to. She was an adult, after all. She could work where she damn well pleased.
"Why?" And now GLaDOS sounded almost hurt. Chell gave a small shrug of her shoulders.
"It's the single best place to work for a Physics major. There's no other company around that can even come close to competing with it. Working there, I can help with some of the greatest scientific breakthroughs of our time." The speech sounded rehearsed even to her, and Chell realized just how much she'd been dreading talking to GLaDOS about this.
Narrowing her optic, the AI jerked her head closer to Chell, who gulped again but didn't back away. "The only way Black Mesa ever got anywhere was by stealing Aperture technology."
"Yeah, well, that was then," Chell said defensively. "And this is now. Sure, they don't have anythi
the emptiest word in the worldyou're the kind of beautiful that breaks down centuries.the emptiest word in the world5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have the appeal of bloodied smiles and epidemics and time winding down on the cliff edge of your poet's mouth. you're holding together shattered dreams between scarred palms and sobbing with the strain, but refusing to let go. you're picking up birds with broken wings and taping them together, refusing to give up even when they teeter off your flesh to plummet to earth like stone. refusing to stop, refusing to give in, refusingrefusingrefusing--
and you keep repeating: one more time, one more breath, one more and you'll fix them.
you're two shades from a sunrise and four seconds from a meltdown and you're still not afraid to go dancing barefoot in the ash. you're choking on smoke and spitting up wine and pulling truths from between your fractured fingers. you're licked clean and scarred and your lungs are ballooning until the air is too thick and your voice is lost in the aftermath. you're falling through closed windows onto
Forget About YouToday it's goneForget About You11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
All the things I felt for you
Feels so strange and wrong
With nothing left to do
Missing your eyes
Use to be so bright and clear
Now I've realized
That you're gone and I'm still here
We could've made it through
Just a memory today
I'm nothing without you
Soon our memories will fade
Today it's gone
All the things I felt for you
Feels so strange and wrong
With nothing left to do
Promised I'd forget
Said that maybe I'd get through
But I can't seem to get-
Please don't let me get over you.
It's just too real
Can't fight it off any more
Nothing can conceal
The way my heart has hit the floor
Today it's gone
All the things I felt for you
Feels so strange and wrong
With nothing left to do
Just can't seem to go
Finally move on
I'm gonna make it out alone
Sing my only song
Not without my sorrow
I don't want to bear it too
Wish I could see tommorow
One last day with you.
consider this just one more.i need you to stop needing me.consider this just one more.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
you don't know, but you're living a lie. you're closing your eyes and pretending i'm something i'm not. you're pretending i'm lovely and stable and precious. you're pretending i'm returning this kiss.
you're breathing down my neck and twisting my hair between your fingers, saying we could be something beautiful if i would just slow down. you're swearing we could be a sundust and milky way love story if i would just stop running away all the time.
you're calling me baby, you're calling me darling, you're trying to hold my hand and ignoring the fact that i'm shaking with anxiety. your salty lips keep misfiring and landing on my jaw, your greedy fingers keep tearing my coattails apart.
can't you see? i'm a mistake that you're trying to rearrange into something lyrical, a disaster that you're trying to pretend is miraculous. when really i'm anything but.
in reality i'm knocking down vases and ripping the mona lisa in half, i'm tripping down the stairs and cra
Short, Sad Life Left - Part 11.Short, Sad Life Left - Part 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The doctors didn't know why Chell was sick, why her skeleton was deteriorating at an accelerated rate, but she herself knew perfectly well: it was the repulsion gel, the goddamned repulsion gel. The prerecorded voice had warned her not to get covered in itof course, that was about five minutes too late. She'd managed to wash it off in a stream of water several chambers later, but by then it had already done its damage.
Now, six months later, she was dying. She knew that, and she knew that she didn't have very much time left. What a strange twist of fate it was that she'd survived GLaDOS's testing been released, evenonly to have it kill her when she was safely away from all things Aperture.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. While she had burned the official Aperture clothing she was wearing when GLaDOS let her go, Chell had kept the Companion Cube. She didn't know why, but for some reason, it still comforted her. So even in this hospital room at what she knew
The Perfect CrimeThe Perfect Crime8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember when we were young?
When we plotted what we could do:
Breaking into songs,
Getting into trouble,
Stealing candy from the shiny glass jar.
What do we do now
That we have committed the perfect crime?
I have stolen your heart,
And you have stolen mine.
It's not enough,
For now we have to steal time.
Short, Sad Life Left - Part 4"That you cake," was all Chell could manage as she stared at it. "But you what?"Short, Sad Life Left - Part 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Thank you for placing the portal gun on the ground," GLaDOS said. A claw picked it up and moved it out of Chell's sight range. "The test is now over, and you have passed. This is your victory cake. Congratulations."
For a moment, all Chell could do was stare with her mouth hanging open, but then she found her voice. "There's no way I'm going anywhere near that cake."
GLaDOS looked offended. "I baked it especially for you. I promise that it contains nothing harmful or in any way detrimental to your health."
"I you you baked me cake," Chell said, staring at it. "Why? Why would you bake me cake? That doesn't make any what?"
"It is your victory cake," GLaDOS repeated. "Feel free to begin consuming it at any time."
Chell stared at her for a moment, expression untrusting. There were a lot of things that could be wrong with that cake. It could be filled with neuro