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Do You Know That I...Dripping wet, I am pure nostalgia.Do You Know That I...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everything I do is a memory, déjà vu.
Perhaps because everything I do is for you…
And you know I'd do anything for you
I'm running through fields of lightning for you
Chasing this storm until you love me
Do you know that I…?
I'm Only HumanI'm only human.I'm Only Human6 years ago in Open More Like This
I can't read your mind and know your thoughts.
I can't know what you are feeling truly on the inside.
I can't do everything that you want me too do.
I cannot, not make a mistake with you.
I cannot understand you always.
I cannot please you always.
I cannot always be happy.
I cannot…
I'm only human.
I can read the between the lines and know your thoughts as my own.
I can feel your emotions as long as you let me be near to do so.
I can do what you want to the best of my ability.
I can learn from my mistakes and grow.
I can try to understand you.
I can try to please you.
I can try to be happy.
I can try…
I'm onl
The Ghoul FeastThe Ghoul Feast4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Pale things.
Gruesome and gleeful.
Full of dark joy. Mewling in twisted pleasure.
Covered in tarry blood and foul ichor.
Wicked grins flashing pointed teeth. Tattered bloody lips pulled back. Milky white eyes with no pupils that penetrate the gloom.
Blue Veins barely pulsing underneath pale skin pulled tautly over their bones. Bones pushing out against its skin..
Distorted and Depraved from eating the cold flesh of the formerly living.
They are the anatomy of the terrible and physiology of fear made flesh.
The emaciated beings give off the strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of sickly sweet corruption and bitter grave m
A Boy's Best FriendA Boy's Best Friend5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Neil was thought of as “weird” by the other kids at his High School; he wasn’t interested in going to parties or much about girls. He lived in a small town in Texas surrounded by wide desert scrub and narrow minds. Although he was always alone, he was never lonely… he had his little friends. Neil’s friends weren’t the kind of friends most other kids his age had, his had far too many legs for one thing.
Neil was a scorpion enthusiast, and kept many of the eight legged critters in the abandoned gas station on the edge of town that he had specially converted and secured as his parents wouldn’t allow him to kee
Keepers4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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all good comes out of bad,i am grateful.all good comes out of bad,i am grateful.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am thankful for the difficult people
and people who have hated me,the enemys
i have met, that where in my life because
they have shown me exactly who i don't
want to be,they have help me grow
and have help me become a better person.
Stangled Screams.Stangled Screams.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As of late the passions for your craft still seem to crane
Missing now your ever-human face behind the pain.
No feeling has taken hold, or so it seems to be
Someday soon the pain you scattered will cease to flee
Split the silent scream and sweetly sing your siren songs
Once you told them stories and for each aware of the wrongs
Should we tend to your poison flowers
Or have you let them go
Will you come to pull the poison the world was soon to know
Once you dreamt up words, like the flowing currents, that you drew out with ease
Bluntly now you state the facts as they flock toward the growing breeze
Indescribable beauty that still sh
I Was Once EdibleI Was Once EdibleI Was Once Edible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you once loved me
as if I were edible
like my lips
were sugar-coated
and my earlobes
were chocolate-dipped
but your readily tongue
grew accustomed,
your hungry, devouring gaze
turned restless
and you moved on
to sweeter-tasting skin
El Reflejo De la OscuridadEl Reflejo De la Oscuridad2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
El tiempo pasa, e inquebrantable suspiro yace del alma
si pienso en el vacío que dejaste tras tu paso,
que fui siguiendo las huellas que dejaste en mi piel grabadas,
sollozando por las noches hasta el primer suspiro del alba.
Lloran las rosas al ver el equívoco de mi existencia,
al ver que la soledad se presenta ante mí con frecuencia.
Y es la desdicha la que hoy me hace pensar
que dos corazones unidos jamás se podrán tocar.
Y no es fácil sentir que tus principios te abandonan
por seguir los consejos de quienes no perdonan.
No es fácil, saber que el cielo está llorando
por un corazón que
Meant to Be4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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A flower called hopeA flower called hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing alone,
Just like that day,
When I first met you.
surrounded by flowers
They have died long ago,
withered from what they have been through.
From the lack of air
In the chest
From the constant pain
That has never left
And from the tears,
That are no longer poisoned ,at last.
Just one white rose remained alive,
The only thing that could survive,
And managed through it all.
So tell me,
If you are already gone,
How come you are still blooming in my soul?
LifeLife1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life
by: Christian Pike (CosmicBrambleclaw)
We crawl, we run,
we turn our faces towards the sun.
So small and frail,
new parents's holy grail.
We dribble and drool,
eating mush in our high chair stool.
We nap, we cry
we wave hello, and wave goodbye.
We run and play,
having fun on a cool spring day.
We tantrum and temper,
we cry and whimper.
We get older and grow
and the more we know.
We learn love and pain
and watch out a window in the pouring rain.
We find partners and marry
and share sweet strawberries.
We grow old and die,
to return to the sky.
This is life, full of happy, and pain.
But dont worry, it starts over aga
DecemberDecemberDecember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rots somewhere in your heart
under three piles of frozen snow
Next to an angel with torn wings
A halo fake,its long gone glow
December
Twelve days you prayed and skinned your knees
Drank poisoned wine and winter
On nights when wind would kiss our lips
And sweet would turn to bitter
December
No flames could ever light your dark
No sun could ever pierce your clouds
And no God born under your stars
could shed his blood to lift the doubts
Be My EscapeWill you be my escape?Be My Escape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The reason I get out of bed?
The drug to get me out of my head?
Will you be my escape?
The rope to get me out of this hole?
The reason to look deep within my soul?
Will you be my escape?
My escape right now;
isn't really cutting it.
Haah, pun.
Maybe being my escape...
Is an excuse for being mine.
It's Not Sunday.With everyone dressed in blackIt's Not Sunday.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The birds don't make a sound
The wind sways through the branches
As the church bell tolls
(chorus)
It's not Sunday
And these people aren't here for church
A good man has passed away
And left many in his wake
But his soul carries on
And the memories we've had with him
Will allways stay strong!
In the distance you can hear weeping and crying
Moarning a mans death
They didn't want him to leave
But he'll be happier in the afterlife
And the church bells toll for him
(chorus)
It's not Sunday
And these people aren't here for church
A good man has passed away
And left many in his wake
But his soul
I imagine myself...I imagine myself flipping a coin.I imagine myself...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to decide who once for all.
But then people have taught me that trick.
Flip a coin,
with a side representing a person;
whichever side you want it to land on is the one you want.
But I know that trick and now I can't choose.
I imagine myself in the darkness.
I reach out my arm and wait
wait for someone to save me.
I open my eyes and see who?
I can't choose.
In the end I had both arms out
extending to them both.
I imagine myself.
Always I imagine myself.
Imagining as if I had no choice but go for the other.
Why?
Because he reached out to me
while the other di
Love... I wish you were hear, to listen to my words. Words I kept in here, in my heart now tenfolds. As strong as the winds of storms, as cool as the rain filling up my skies.Love...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every time I see the moonlight gleam I remember your smile. That pretty face makes my tears go away even for just a while. In those times I held your hand in mine, I feel your love that was meant to last forever. Those songs that we used to sing i can still hear. Your voice lingers in my ears and in my heart.
I remember when I first saw you down that street on a cloudy day. Then you smiled at me, and it felt like sun shone on my eyes. That blinding l
The Kingdom Shrouded in MistA kingdom shrouded in mist…The Kingdom Shrouded in Mist3 years ago in Settings More Like This
'The Expanse'… A proper name for such a harsh and unforgiving environment. Brown sands cascade in waves of motionless dunes for unending, the only protection from the sun being the only markings possible to be used as navigation, the massive weathered rocks that jut out like pillars from the endless desert. Blazing heat scorches the land by day, torturing those forced from their hiding until life would leave their burned bodies. By night, life thrives, but safety is even still denied to its inhabitants. Herbivores fighting for what little plant life can be found, carnivores killing all that they can to a
Oh its my turn Oh I'm sorry, is it my turn?Oh its my turn3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As a DM that is probably the second worst thing anyone can say to me on their turn. (The first being "…I think I just spilt my drink on your dnd books.." but that's kind of a world-wide no-no.) Combat sometimes can be so droll! Swing, hit, swing, miss, swing, cast spell, joke for ten minutes, wait for Jake to get back from the bathroom. Huh. We killed it? What does it have on it?
Stop! I have a better way! Let's spice up combat! How do you do that? Details, details, details! The more details you give someone the more it helps them visualize, the more it helps them get into character.
It Begins It begins withIt Begins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a smile.
A shy curve of the mouth and maybe a giggle.
Then comes
a joke.
A sentence or two and a laugh in response.
Followed by
months and years.
A few thousand conversations.
Secrets told.
Promises kept.
Friendship.
It ends with
angry words.
Betrayal, hurt, and jealousy.
I will never trust
anyone
ever again.
Until another day
when it all begins again with
a smile.
quotesNo one will ever win the battle of the sexes, there is too much fraternizing with the enemy <3 :]quotes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting
some kind of battle.'
love hurts but we all need a little pain to grow stronger, so keep on loving some day it will work >_<
SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES; NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS:]
a friend will stop you from overreacting
a best friend will walk beside you giggling
"someones gonna get it":P
you know you love me XOXO B
live love laugh!!
And the cardiologist's diet: - If it tastes good spit it out.
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So far. . .So far this year I learned a new songSo far. . .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thought for a moment what I've been doing isn't wrong
There's something behind it I've never felt before
And all i know is i want more
So far i ran my fingers over every word you said
you could be anywhere
you could be dead
but you're here. . .
and here i am
hollow, dead inside
standing on the brink
i can almost believe again
and as i sever every tie
break every bind
i can only hope learning to believe means getting to fly
this time
i don't think i could stand another drop from the sky
Random Oct 14, 09While staying up so very late,Random Oct 14, 094 years ago in Other More Like This
With nothing relevant on this date,
I stay up without sleep's embrace,
though tech can be my saving grace,
by entertaining through all those hours,
Escaping from other insomnia glowers,
From the people who wander the streets,
I'm hiding in my room under the sheets.
Sta.sh
